Page 232 of Masters of Control

Then she was left with Master Asad, who was studying her with a dark, intense look she’d never seen before. He appeared to be contemplating something. Morgan dropped her head because looking at him over her shoulder while she held onto the cross was uncomfortable.

After a long moment, he finally spoke.

“Morgan, do you want a scene on the cross?”

“Um…” She lifted her head up. She hadn’t really thought about it. That’s what Master Connor had suggested, so that’s what she’d prepared to do.

“Morgan.” This time when she met his gaze, the intensity had solidified. “Run.”

“What?” The question popped out of her mouth before she could think.

An utterly wicked smile curved the left side of his lips.

“Run, baby. Do your best not to let me catch you.”

Oh. Oh.

Panic and excitement bubbled up inside her.

Master Asad took a step toward her, and Morgan bolted.

The haze of emotions was making it hard for her to think, especially when she glanced over her shoulder and saw him coming after her—he wasn’t quite running, but the look of intense determination in his eye was scary as hell. She had absolutely no idea what he planned to do with her when he caught up, and the truth was, she didn’t want to know.

It made everything more exciting.

Startled looks and a few cheers followed her as she scurried through the Dungeon with a Dom hot on her heels. Since she wasn’t yelling ‘red’ and he wasn’t yelling at anyone to catch her, everyone either moved out of their way or got in their way, according to their personalities.

She dodged around Master Connor, who had halted at the bottom of the stairs to see what happened, and he smirked down at her. Breathless, she rushed past, glancing over her shoulder at the top of the stairs just in time to see him move out of the way for Master Asad.

The big meanie.

She appeared at the top of the stairs of the main floor, and quite a few heads turned their way to look at her, more following the first as they realized there was something to look at—a completely naked sub standing there, out of breath and looking slightly panicked. She could see Master Brian, his eyes widening as he caught sight of her.

And Master Asad was still coming up behind her.

She was definitely not headed to the front of the room. Nope.

Not upstairs, either. That was a trap.

The gardens.

It was a nice enough night.

Darting to the left, she made the quick turn down the hall that led to the back of the club where the gardens were. Despite the industrial style of the building, the gardens behind it were extensive, filled with trees and large bushes, along with flowerbeds. There were small clearings with outdoor BDSM equipment for couples who wanted to play out there. Dungeon Monitors walked through them the same way they did the Dungeon and Stronghold’s upper level.

It was perfectly safe.

Yet as Morgan rushed out the door and onto the garden path, she didn’t feel safe.

She’d barely reached the line of hedge bushes that lined the garden when she heard the door behind her slam shut.

Master Asad.

Glancing over her shoulder, she saw him leaping down from the stairs. With a panicked squeak, she quickly turned down another path.

He wouldn’t harm her, though he might hurt her, yet the adrenaline from being chased was making her pulse race. Her hair whipped around her when she reached another intersection, looking left and right before choosing to run right. How far was he behind her? Had he made a wrong turn?

She didn’t know.