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The only time we ever really interact is our twice-weekly staff meetings in the nightclub where everyone gets together for upcoming events, problems we’re having, or new employees.
I keep my eyes off him as much as possible, but it’s hard not to stare when I know how he made me feel without even kissing me.
And I swear sometimes I can feel his eyes on me.
Might be just wishful thinking, though.
Once the fern has drunk all the water up, I head back toward my office; one of the glass-windowed offices is all mine, placed just right so I can always keep an eye on things.
However, a sob has me turning to find Hazel, one of our littles, stumbling through The Underground door. Tears are running down her face, adding to the innocence of her lace baby doll negligée, knee-high socks, and pigtails.
“Hazel, what’s wrong?” I close the space between us. I don’t know her headspace right now, and if she is in little space, she needs an adult to help her deal with her feelings.
“He-he-he’s drunk.”
My stomach drops.
“Who is, honey?”
“Master Ollie.”
Shit. This has been a recent yet recurring problem with one of the club’s longstanding members, Oliver Worthington.
Just his name gives me the heebie jeebies.
“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”
From what I understand, Oliver’s wife left him last year for a much younger man and sucked him dry during thedivorce. To cope, he’s turned to drinking and lots of visits to The Underground.
However, drinking and scening don’t mix. Ever.
The maximum allowed to be able to scene at The Underground is one drink. Anyone who surpasses that limit is not allowed to play for at least six hours.
Hazel’s hands twist as she starts nodding but then shakes her head.
I don’t know how the subs do it. I mean…I’m curious as to how they know their limits. All the sex I’ve had has been fairly vanilla, even with Nate.
“Where’s Ruby?” My eyes fly to the Dungeon Master’s post, visible through the open door, but she is nowhere to be found.
She should have stopped Oliver from scening.
“I don’t know.” Hazel is shaking in my arms as I do what I can to calm her down.
I try not to let my frustration show.
All the Doms have to take turns as Dungeon Masters or Mistresses. It is both a safety measure for them and a way to make sure everyone is having a good time and no one is abusing their power, which I learned goes for both Doms and subs.
Huh! Who knew subs had power too? I sure didn’t.
If Ruby has stepped away from her post and left the dungeon unattended, she’s broken the rules, and she won’t like the consequences.
Some of the members here are watching us and whispering. I give a polite, assured smile to the room. “Come, let’s get you–”
She stomps her foot. “He should be in time out. He was mean to me and made me cry. And then he wouldn’t stop.” She starts sobbing again.
I hold her closer. This is not good.
“He doesn’t want a little, he wants a doll to do whatever he pleases with. A toy. And I’m not a toy.”
