Page 101 of Their Famous Dominant (Office Intrigue Duet 4)
I knew he was right. However, it wasn’t easy for me to give up control. When it came to the Chicago club, I’d had no choice. When it first opened, I’d been on set shortly thereafter, which had limited my presence. Since I couldn’t be everywhere all the time, I’d had to entrust someone else to handle matters. I was sure that had something to do with the success of that club.
“Plus, it’ll give you some time to get to know your submissives a little better,” he said, nodding at Clarissa and Troy. “I have to admit, I didn’t see that coming.”
“See what coming?” I asked, not looking away as Troy said something to make Clarissa smile.
“Well, for one, you persuaded Clarissa to come tonight. I thought she turned you down.”
“She did. But she’s coming around.” Or I hoped she was.
“I think I’m most surprised that you’re taking a male submissive.”
I turned to my friend, waiting to hear his thoughts on that. Surprisingly, he didn’t continue.
I could’ve come up with a dozen excuses as to why Troy was with me tonight. He was my assistant, he was curious about the club, I wanted to show him around so he could help me with everything. The list was endless.
But I wasn’t the type to make excuses and I knew they were all bullshit anyway.
Troy was here because I wanted him here. I fully intended to pursue whatever this was between us. I’d never been the type to deny my desires and, as I aged, the things that provided me pleasure had changed plenty of times. This was a first, but I wasn’t going to shrug it off.
“I’m looking forward to seeing where it goes,” I told Xander. “It’s not something I’ve explored before but it feels right with him.”
“Good for you.” He turned around. “Now, I better find my pet before she gets herself in trouble.”
Knowing Mercedes, she was already halfway there.
“Have a good night,” I told him before making my way over to Clarissa and Troy.
It was time to see exactly what this night had in store for us.
Troy
WHEN MASTER INSTRUCTED ME TO put on the leather pants that had been delivered right before we’d come down to the club, I’d been hesitant. But I hadn’t argued, hadn’t balked. If he wanted me to wear leather, I would wear leather.
When Master told me I would be wearing a collar, I’d started to say something but held my tongue, remembering I’d said I was all in tonight. It wasn’t bad, especially since there were plenty of other submissives wearing collars.
When Master produced the leash, I finally spoke up, only to be told that it was his desire to see me wearing the leash, therefore I would wear it. Had it been anyone else, I would’ve told them to take a hike. But when Trent Ramsey said it … I’d been ready to drop to all fours and follow him anywhere.
Thankfully, he hadn’t made me do that.
So, I had followed him down from the apartment, let him lead me through the club while he stopped to talk to a few people. He didn’t introduce me, hardly even acknowledged me. I wasn’t sure what I’d expected—if anything—but it was a learning experience for me.
But the moment I’d seen Clarissa…
My entire outlook had changed.
For one, the second our eyes met, I knew exactly why I’d missed her so much throughout the day. She was just as beautiful tonight as she’d been yesterday wearing that sexy Oscar de la Renta dress that I’d selected for her. Perhaps more so wearing the corset and a tiny G-string that showed off her perfect little ass.
Yeah, as soon as I saw what she was wearing, I was thankful Master had allowed me to wear pants. I’d already noticed a couple of male submissives walking around wearing leather speedos that did little to cover anything.
While Master had given Clarissa the same tour he’d given me yesterday, I had taken the opportunity to watch her. The way she dreamily stared at Trent when she thought no one was looking. Every so often, her eyes would dart over to me and I would catch her checking me out.
But it wasn’t until Master brought us to the submissive holding area that I got the chance to talk to her. Initially, she’d been quiet. We both had. At the point the silence became uncomfortable, I knew I had to make the first move. Thankfully, she’d engaged in conversation and I hadn’t been left to look like an idiot.
I wasn’t sure what it was, but there was something very different about her tonight. The woman I’d been intimate with last night wasn’t here. This version of Clarissa was vastly different and I wasn’t sure it was in a good way.
“What do you think of this place? It’s your first time here, right?” she asked, shifting her body so that she was facing me.
