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My God. Could it be more boring?
I wait for the three dots to begin moving to signal that she received it and is texting me back.
But she doesn’t.
So I shove my phone in my desk drawer and return to my business at hand. Only an hour to go before my staff and I leave to meet the architects.
And only eight hours to go until I meet Mary at Black Rose Underground.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Mary
I sit alone at the bar at Black Rose Underground, wearing the little black dress I wore the first night I met Ronan. Normally, if I’m waiting for a Dominant to meet me before a scene, I dress a little more scantily. Some of the Dominants I play with like lingerie, fishnet stockings, and garter belts. Others like a corset. Some like nothing at all. I’ve only sat at the bar completely nude once. It’s not really my jam. But there are others who stay naked once they get to the club. I look over my shoulder, and my gaze is drawn to a woman dressed in nothing but rope.
It’s a work of art, but I don’t gawk. No one at Black Rose gawks at one another. We admire the beauty—the feast for the eyes—and we look and we smile. But we never stare.
Darius, a Dominant I’ve played with on more than one occasion, approaches me. “Good evening, Blossom.”
“Hi, Darius.”
His gaze homes in on my neck. “Are you up for a little something?”
My cheeks warm as my hand absently wanders to my neck. I’m not collared, which is why Darius can approach me.
“I’m meeting someone,” I say.
“That’s too bad. Someone amazing, I hope.”
“More than amazing.”
He looks into my eyes. “It’s been a long time, Blossom. I’ve missed you.”
Darius is a good Dom. “Yes, we’ve had fun.”
“But you haven’t missed me?”
The truth is…no. I haven’t missed any of my Dominants. Not since the scene with Jackson. “I’ve missed our talks.”
He frowns. “I see. How have you been, Blossom?”
“I’ve had a difficult few months.” Not a lie, but I leave out the life-changing two days in New Orleans.
“I’m sorry to hear that. Do you want to talk about it?”
We all sign confidentiality agreements as members of Black Rose Underground, so there’s no way that Darius knows what went on between Jackson and me. That’s the way I like it.
“It’s not a big deal. I had a scene go too far. But the funny thing is, it’s not the first time that’s ever happened. I’m not sure why it affected me so profoundly this time.”
“Maybe you’ve come to the tipping point.”
“What’s that?”
“It happens to most submissives at some point.”
Then why haven’t I ever heard of it? “You’re going to have to explain that.”
“I don’t have any hard evidence or statistics. My findings are purely anecdotal. But I’ve been a Dominant here at Black Rose for quite a while, and before that, a Dominant at another club. And I found that most submissives like you—those who stay out of relationships and just come to play—eventually want something more.”
