She free pours a shot of something amber colored into her glass before dropping a single cube of ice into it. “It’s for the safety of my members. We have some very high-profile members at Club Obsession, who do not need their personal preferences or bedroom desires splashed across the seven-o’clock news.”
My glass is filled with ice and Coke, then passed to me before Madam takes a sip of her drink and rejoins me on the outside of the bar. She gestures at the barstools and we both take a seat.
Meanwhile, the footrest sounds like he might be dying. But since she is ignoring it, I do my best to as well.
“Emery, I think I have gotten a pretty clear idea of what has happened between you and those four idiotic men I call friends, and as much as I would like to smack you all upside the heads, I think what actually needs to happen is an open and honest conversation. Wires have definitely been crossed.”
I’m shaking my head before she finishes. “No, I don’t want to talk to them.”
She nods. “And that is your right. But if that is your plan, you do need to send them a letter or an email, something in writing, that terminates the contract. Right now, they are on the hook for the terms of your contract until it runs out.”
Raising my glass, I take a sip of the cool drink, turning her words over in my head. Is that why the money hasn’t stopped?Do they need to pay me for the next five months, even though I don’t plan on living up to my end of the contract?
“Why don’t they cancel it? I’ve told them a bunch of times to leave me alone.”
“Because they are hoping that you’ll forgive them and allow them back into your life,” she says with a sigh. She glances back over her shoulder, the moans having turned to painful huffs of noise. “I’ll be right back.”
She takes the clicker and goes back to the footrest. “You may come.”
The sound of relief the footrest makes turns to a distressed groan as Madam lets go of the button, clearly cutting off the sensation right as she gives permission. The footrest continues to move under the fabric, clearly chasing his orgasm, but apparently can’t get there when a string of sobs follows in Madam’s wake as she makes her way back over to me.
I’m honestly terrified at the way her face is filled with so little emotion after torturing that poor man. Turned on, too, if I’m being honest.
“Okay, I’m not ready to break my sub completely, so I’m going to be straight with you.” She gets within a few feet of me and stares so directly into my eyes, I feel like she is talking to my soul. “Doms do not always get it right. We do our best to make sure we protect and support our subs, but things can definitely go wrong. Your daddies and I have spoken about your situation, and I can tell you that in their very manly, daddy ways, they were trying to protect you. Apparently there is a letter in a yellow envelope that explains all this to you?”
I nod when she pauses. “There is a letter, but I don’t want to read it. It will just be filled with excuses.”
“Again, that is your right.” Finally, emotion does appear on her face, and she pairs the pity with a smile. “They fucked up, they know they did. I’ve known those four men for several years now,and I can tell you that they are not the type to back away from a mistake. If anything, they will tear their worlds down to make things right. So, Emery, either send them a contract termination and let them go, or read the letter and let them in, before they ruin themselves trying to win you back.”
She pats my knee, then starts back toward her footrest. “You can see yourself out. I need to deal with this mess over here.”
Numbly, I leave my drink on the bar and slip off the stool before I follow its curve back around toward the door, my mind buzzing with everything she told me. As my hand connects with the door, there is a very loud male scream, but it barely distracts me from my thoughts.
Terminate before they ruin themselves.
It doesn’t seem to matter that they have already ruined me.
Chapter 68
Derek
I stare at my laptop screen, lips pressed tightly together, arms suddenly heavier than normal.
My request for a private live was declined.
I know she’s had a bad day, starting off with waking up in my house this morning.
I’ve gone back and forth one hundred times about whether I should have chanced taking her up to her room, but ultimately, I believe I made the right decision. And if I didn’t, then the punishment of a workout I put myself through in my home gym this morning is penance enough.
I just wish she had given me even ten seconds of her time this morning so that I could explain why she’d woken up in one of my guest rooms.
That had been a hard decision too. Selfishly, I’d wanted her in my bed. To have her hair spread across my pillow. Her scent all through my sheets. I’d even have slept in a spare room, although my preference would have been to spend the night with her.
In the end, I had chosen the room that Xavier prefers and just prayed that when she woke up she wouldn’t feel abandoned or unwanted. That is the last thing I want her feeling.
She is neither of those things. She is more wanted than she could possibly understand.
And then, to top her day off, she had her meeting with Devi. Although we requested that Devi intervene with Emery, even just to make sure she is doing okay, Devi is remaining very tight-lipped about what she learned from Emery.
