Page 107 of Their Famous Dominant (Office Intrigue Duet 4)
“I try to ensure they know what they’re signing themselves up for. Rope play isn’t for everyone. She said she’d done it before.”
I wasn’t so sure that was true. Jade had been at the club for a while, but I generally saw her involved in impact play versus ropes. While it might seem relatively innocent, being tightly bound—suspended or not—could cause an unexpected panic attack. Several submissives experienced a claustrophobic reaction, a fear stronger than they could handle.
“Sorry for the interruption,” Andrew offered.
I patted him on the shoulder. “Don’t apologize. Let me know if you need anything.”
“I think I’m gonna check with her one more time, then call it a night.”
I couldn’t necessarily blame him. Some people thought Doms were all hard-core, never affected by the reactions of a submissive—good, bad, or indifferent. However, that wasn’t the case.
As I was turning away, I noticed Tristan coming up from the dungeon. I made my way toward him.
“Is the girl all right?” he asked, his eyes scanning the room behind me.
“Yeah. Your brother’s with her.”
“Oh, good. I stayed back with Zeke because most of the Doms came up here. Figured someone needed to keep an eye on things.”
This man was a born leader, someone who could be trusted to keep a level head when everyone else panicked. That was exactly the type I needed to oversee my club when I wasn’t here.
“I know I’m being presumptuous by asking this, but would you be interested in working here?”
His eyebrows lifted and a small smile tugged at his mouth.
“I’m looking for a resident Dom,” I explained. “Someone who can manage the place while I’m away. Dylan manages the business end, but he’s not in the lifestyle, so I’m looking for someone who can manage the floor.” He was still staring at me, so I continued, “It’s a paid position, of course. And if you’re not, that’s cool. Maybe you know someone. Someone you trust.”
His eyes scanned the room briefly as he nodded. “I’m sure I could be persuaded.” His smile widened. “The shop’s doin’ well, so I can move a few things around to free myself up. I’ve done floor duty before. Been a DM at another club.”
All of my club’s Masters had dungeon monitor duty, but I was looking for someone who could be in charge overall. I needed someone to keep an eye on everything, including the submissives.
“Let’s talk more later,” I told him.
“Sounds good. Give me a call.” He nodded toward the Dom lounge. “I’m goin’ to check on the little submissive. Make sure my brother’s treatin’ her right.”
I grinned. More like Tristan wanted to ensure his brother wasn’t getting all Jade’s attention. I knew what it looked like when a Dom was interested in a submissive.
Speaking of submissives…
I had a couple of my own I needed to get back to.
Troy
THE SECOND MASTER STEPPED OUT of the room, my heart rate spiked. I managed to push myself to my feet, then assisted Clarissa to hers. She had opened the folder and was scanning the papers inside. I watched her for a moment, wondering whether or not she was going to sign them.
“Did you sign one of these?” she asked, still looking at the paper.
“Yeah. One of each, actually.”
“Did you have any issues with the membership agreement?”
“No. It seemed relatively straightforward.”
“It is,” she noted, and I figured if anyone would know that, it would be her.
Clarissa lifted her gaze, scanning the room. “I need a pen.”
I peered around, wondering whether there was one. I wasn’t sure why there would be, but I walked over to one of the nightstands, and sure enough, there was a pen and notepad inside. I chuckled as I passed it over to her.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing. Just curious why someone kept a pen and notepad in the nightstand. Almost like it’s a real bedroom.”
“Who knows,” she said absently. “Did Trent give you an ultimatum when he asked you to sign the nondisclosure?”
“What do you mean?”
She peered back over her shoulder. “He told me he would have Zeke take me home if I didn’t sign it. Seemed … rather callous.”
She was right, it had. I’d noticed the instant the words were out of Master’s mouth.
“I’m not sure he realizes he says stuff like that,” I told her. “He’s a businessman. I think it’s sometimes difficult for him to step out of that role.”
Clarissa’s lips pursed but she didn’t respond, turning back to the counter. While she scribbled her name on the forms, I felt my heart rate spike again. Since she’d signed them, that meant she was probably seconds away from undressing me. This was somewhat strange for me. Having a woman ordered to undress me wasn’t how I generally handled my foreplay.
When she turned around, she was smiling.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” she whispered sweetly as she closed the distance between us.
