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“Gia asked me not to. I respected her privacy, just like I do everyone in this club.”
Just then, a petite brunette padded through the dungeon with her phone pressed to her ear and a grin on her face. Her tinkling laughter somehow brightened the room. Even from a distance, Jason saw her blue eyes dance with a hint of mischief.
No way Thorpe failed to miss it, either.
“You mean like you’re protecting Callie’s privacy now?” Jason drawled.
“She’s different.”
“How? Unless I miss my guess, she’s on the phone with Sean. She accepted his collar months ago, but you’re eavesdropping on her conversation like whatever she says or does is still your business.”
Thorpe watched the beauty as if he’d forfeit a limb for the chance to touch her. Once, the two of them had been close—not lovers, but certainly more than friends. Jason had no idea what had caused their rift, but clearly the club owner wasn’t letting go.
And as Callie stole a longing glance at her boss, Jason knew Thorpe’s feelings weren’t one-sided.
“Listen to me because I’m only going to say this once.” The dungeon owner clenched his jaw. “I protect every woman who passes through those doors, regardless of who or what they require shielding from. Your wife chose this separation. I’m respecting her wishes. I suggest you do the same.”
“Are you happy with the distance between you and Callie these days?” Jason watched the woman end her call with a happy little sigh that left him little doubt she had feelings for Sean. Thorpe looked ready to spit nails. “I don’t think so, but you let it happen. That’s your choice. Good for you. But I didn’t ask for this separation from Gia.”
“I understand,” Thorpe said.
Regardless of the platitude, the man wasn’t going to budge. Thorpe, of all people, should fucking comprehend how agonizing this situation was.
Cursing under his breath, Jason resisted an unusually violent urge and tried another tactic. “I can’t find my wife. I’m worried. She was going through a great deal of personal trauma when we split. She sold her house, disconnected her number. I don’t know if she’s all right or needs my help. She’s my responsibility.”
“She’s my client. I’ve sworn to protect her privacy. Sorry.”
His empty apology nearly yanked the leash off Jason’s inner caveman. Maybe being alone for the last eleven and a half months had finally unhinged him. Maybe it was that damn hollow ache gashing his chest and infecting his judgment. Maybe seeing his mother had shown him the future he now stared down. Whatever.
“That’s not putting my fears to rest,” he gritted out between clenched teeth.
“I can’t help you.”
Jason didn’t want to argue with Thorpe. The man was as bendable as steel. But he refused to give up because he wasn’t going to heal without seeing Gia again. “Tell me something. What would you do if Callie left Dominion—and you—without warning?”
Thorpe’s face tightened. “There is no place she can go where I won’t find her.”
Jason saw his opportunity and seized it. “But what if she disappeared? Wouldn’t you goddamn look for her and want to chew the head off of anyone who kept her from you?”
Thorpe sighed. “Come to my office and have a drink. We’ll talk.”
That sounded like as much fun as a lobotomy, but it was progress. Besides, the Dungeon Master had left him little choice.
After trailing the man into his well-appointed office, Jason sat in a cushy leather chair. Thorpe lifted a cut crystal decanter of Scotch from a heavy cabinet and poured him a glass. With a nod, Jason took it. “Thanks.”
After rounding his sizeable desk, Thorpe sank into what could only be called his throne. “Start at the beginning and fill in the blanks for me. Tell me what I’m not seeing in this picture.”
In other words, Thorpe would intervene only if he heard the facts and decided the situation warranted his help. Jason didn’t particularly like the idea of the other man as judge and jury. No real surprise since he preferred to be in control.
“You know the basics.” Jason hated to air his dirty laundry. He revisited the moments he and Gia had shared enough in his head.
Yes, he could hire a private investigator, but he knew that would chafe Gia’s independent nature. Sure, he would find her, but she’d be too mad to speak to him. If he wanted to locate his wife and have any chance of reconciling with her, he had to play this Thorpe’s way.
Leaning back in his seat with a sigh, Jason tried to decide where to start. Not the first big scene he’d set up with “Greta” at Lakeside Park late one night, shortly after she’d agreed to submit to him. She had exhibitionist urges—and a lot of Catholic good-girl upbringing to overcome. She’d been unable to let go and truly trust him that night.
It had been an unmitigated disaster.
He’d quickly pivoted and staged another scene at Dominion a few days later, something more private but still public enough to give her a thrill. Logan Edgington, another member of Dominion, and his wife Tara—at the time an FBI agent in field training—had witnessed his lovely sub stripping down to her skin, exposing her newly waxed pussy, then masturbating for her unknown audience. She’d surrendered to him entirely, giving him every bit of her body for the very first time. Jason still remembered how perfect she felt clinging to him, clutching his cock inside her snug little cunt. He’d suspected even before then that “Greta” was special, but that nooner had sealed the deal.
