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Laughing along with Leagh, I shook my head. “He’s all yours. Enjoy him as best you can.”
Trevor whooped and hollered when the dancer began twerking his cock in Leagh’s face. “Kiss it. Kiss it. Kiss it,” Trevor chanted.
“Hell, no,” she screeched. Her eyes grew wide, and she blushed. “You kiss it.”
The dancer turned, pinning Trevor with a knowing stare. “Would you like a taste, darling?”
Trevor turned bright red. Blond hair whipped his face as he backed way, adamantly shaking his head. “No way. I love my Daddy. I’m not doing anything to screw that up.”
“Pity.” The stripper pouted. When the music faded, the naked man bent and kissed Leagh on the cheek. “Have a fun party, and happy wedding night.”
James escorted Officer Hung to the foyer, waiting patiently as the man redressed. Raising a hand to wave goodbye, James continued to hold the door open, and as all the Doms paraded back in, a hush fell over the room.
“Mind if I take a look at your phone, James?” Tony grinned as he held out his hand.
“No. Don’t,” Leagh blurted before hiding her face in her hands.
“What’s wrong, angel? You haven’t been a bad girl, have you?” Tony taunted. “You know what I do to bad girls, don’t you?”
“Aarrgghh,” she groaned. “No, I was a perfect angel, for the most part. You set me up, didn’t you, Sir?”
“Indeed, I did, princess. Indeed I did,” he laughed.
“And what about you, boy?” Drake pinned Trevor with a suspicious grin. “You look awfully guilty. Is there something you need to tell me?”
Trevor raced across the room and wrapped Drake in a desperate hug. “I might have said a few things I shouldn’t have, but I was good. I swear, Daddy. But now that you’re here, I really…realllyyyy want to be bad with you…right now.”
Drake laughed as he bent and slanted his mouth over Trevor’s in a rough and hungry kiss. “I like you primed and ready for me, sweet boy.”
“Oh, I am, Daddy. I’m sooo, sooo ready.”
“Yes, I know. I can feel your hard cock on my thigh,” Drake laughed. “Keep it that way. I have plans for it, and you, tonight, my love.”
“Thank heavens,” Trevor whimpered.
“Oh, Leagh,” Tony howled. “My, my, angel. You got a face full didn’t you?”
She gave him a playful pout and nodded. “But as you can plainly see, I was your perfect little angel tonight, Master.”
Tony laughed and pulled her to his chest. “I’m proud of you, baby.” He beamed, then kissed her long and passionately.
Claimed subs paired up with their owners, and I tried not to notice the pangs of envy within me, but they chaffed. Painting on a happy smile, I visited and mingled, wishing Joshua were a part of the Genesis family. Did he know about the club? Surely, living down the street and being a Dom of his caliber, he had to know of its existence. Maybe, like me, he’d become disenchanted and left the community. Or maybe he was a natural-born Dom who didn’t know there were others like him outside his artistic bubble. Wishing and hoping for fairy tales seemed a fruitless waste of time. I desperately wanted to see him again but refused to seek him out like a pathetic fan girl, or, God forbid, a crazy stalker. I had to devise a way to banish him from my brain, drive out thoughts of the incredible night we’d spent, and find my resilient equilibrium again.
That sounds all good and fine, yet here you are…still obsessing about him. Why?
Taking a sip of margarita through my penis straw, I frowned. Because he touched something inside, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t wipe it away. At least, not yet.
“Are you ready to head out?” Nick asked. A quizzical look wrinkled one brow. “What’s got you so deep in thought, Mellie?”
“Nothing. Yes, of course.” I smiled, trying to deflect his concern. “I’m good to go whenever you guys are ready.”
After kisses and hugs and lots of good nights, we climbed into Nick’s big red truck and headed home. The silence was deafening, and I caught Nick’s concerned gaze in the rear-view mirror more than once.
“Okay, enough,” Sanna announced as she squirmed in her seat and turned to face me. “What’s going on, Mel? Spill it, and don’t tell me nothing’s wrong. I know you.”
“Easy, kitten,” Dylan instructed.
“It’s called tough love, Master. And she needs it,” Sanna explained as she continued to probe me with a stern gaze. “Out with it, chicky-pooh.”
