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"But that's my roommate. Tim, have you talked the Mistress into going too far with you?"
When Dan turned and looked at him, brow raised, Brendan nodded. "He's a pain junkie. May I go to him, calm him down?"
The man's eyes shifted to Marguerite, who kept her expression blank, unreadable.
"Ma'am, you're aware if you've harmed this man without his consent, you face permanent expulsion from the club and possible criminal charges?" Dan knew her reputation here. She wasn't going to offer anything about her intentions or motives. She inclined her head, simple acknowledgement.
At a nod from Ryan, Brendan went to Tim and removed the choker and the gates of hell. Putting them to the side, he took Tim's face in his hands, leaned in to murmur reassurances to him.
Tim's expression changed. Marguerite heard six of the words.
". . . if you love me at all. . . "
Then Brendan reached up, removed the gag.
Tim cleared his throat as Brendan solicitously took a towel, wiped his mouth, his nose.
"Sir, are you all right?"
Tim looked from Brendan to Marguerite and back again. Dan proved that he was well worth the money he was paid and no idiot. "Mistress Marguerite, Brendan, you need to step outside and let us talk to this gentleman alone. " Marguerite nodded, picked up the cock choker, slipped it in her bag, put it on her shoulder. Brendan extended a fresh towel to her and put his fingers to his lips, indicating she had something on her mouth. Marguerite pressed her lips together, tasting the metallic flavor of Tim's blood. Turning suddenly on her heel, she spat it in Tim's face, making him flinch and cry out in fear.
"Mistress," Dan snapped as he stepped forward.
She held up a hand. Giving Tim a disdainful look, she strode from the room, aware of Brendan following at a respectful distance as they exited and the security team closed the door.
"He could press charges against you for assault. "
"And have to state in court where he was and how it happened? Not likely. Did you call the security team?"
"Mistress," he said, carefully, quietly. "I thought. . . someone came into the first aid area, told me that Tim had lucked out, that you had picked him up. I thought it might be best if. . . I just buzzed them from down here, told them there might be a problem. I didn't say who I was, just hung up, so I could intervene the way I did. " For the first time without permission or command, he met her eyes. As he held her gaze, he reached out with the towel and pressed it to her lips. She saw the red stain on the white terrycloth. "You shouldn't have done this," he said.
"He's not permanently damaged. I only broke the skin in one place on his genitals and he'll need some antiseptic for the nail gouges. "
"Mistress. . . " Brendan shook his head. "That's not what I meant. You shouldn't have done this. "
His knowing eyes elicited a weariness in her from somewhere low in her stomach.
She was tired. She wanted to go home.
She wanted Tyler.
"You shou
ldn't have let him hurt you," she responded.
Before he could reply, the door opened. Dan emerged with Ryan a close step behind.
"Tim is getting his clothes back on. He says he doesn't feel he needs any medical treatment other than some first aid here. " Marguerite felt his cool eyes on her face and examined the pattern of the wallpaper just to the right of his ear. "He also says that he asked for the blood play. That it was with his consent. However you're fully aware that blood play is not sanctioned at this club. Special performances including it require management approval. I'll need to report this. " She inclined her head. "I'll accept whatever management decides. I apologize for inconveniencing you and them. "
He studied her for a long moment. "I appreciate that," he responded with equally formal courtesy. "And I need to ask that you please leave the club until Mr. Stevens or another member of management contacts you and indicates you may utilize your privileges again. "
"But she - "
"That's a reasonable request. " Marguerite shot Brendan a quelling look. "If you don't mind, I'll take a moment with Brendan here and leave. Unless you feel I need to be escorted?"
"Yes, Mistress. You will be monitored until you leave the grounds. For your safety as much as anyone else's. "
She nodded, not offended. After all, Dan had worked at a maximum-security prison before taking the job at The Zone. He had to have realized she'd been out of control, read it in the unnatural stillness of her body. The fury that was just now beginning to draw back inside her like a deadly sea snake retreating to its lair.
