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Cora’s slap on her thigh made Presley gasp and drew her attention to her friend’s shit-eating grin. “You looked incredible tonight.”
Presley groaned. “Lord help me, you saw that?”
Cora nodded with a laugh. “Master Aidan and I just caught the end, but damn, girl, you looked so beautiful and so submissive.” She nudged Presley’s thigh, continuing to grin like a fool. “See, I told you that you were made for this.”
Presley tried to find the humiliation that she thought she should feel, considering her best friend and roommate had seen her be restrained, whipped, and all the rest of it. But compared to the position she’d seen Cora in on her first night in the dungeon, Presley’s scene didn’t seem all that bad. “You’re right, you did.”
Sitting with Cora now and maybe feeling a tad emotional,
Presley was grateful. She’d become so happy all because her friend, who’d taken her in when she had nowhere else to go, had introduced her to Dmitri and given her a new life. “You know, I want to thank you . . . for all this.”
“Oh, sweetie, you’re most welcome.” Cora’s head tilted with her sweet smile. “I’m happy to see you like this.”
Presley smiled in return, pulled the blankets up to her chin, and shifted a little more on her hip not to lie on her sore bottom. “All of this feels right.”
Cora leaned forward and gave Presley one of her warm hugs before she sat back in her seat. “Besides, I love that we have this in common now. It makes us . . .” She shrugged. “Closer, you know?”
“Yeah, I know.”
Presley hadn’t ever felt this close to any woman. She’d known her best friend in Apple Valley since she was two, and even they didn’t have this type of bond. Her smile felt more real than it had in some time, and Cora had been the reason for it, not something she’d ever forget. As odd as it was, she had a connection to Cora in a way she’d never experienced—sisterly, almost—and it had been so instant. Perhaps that was because they both were submissives.
“Come with me now, doll.” Master Dmitri had returned, and smiled before he added, “You’re very ruffled from our scene. It’ll feel nice to freshen up.”
With Dmitri’s mention of it, her skin did feel clammy, and her back and bottom burned. The idea of putting water anywhere near that sting wasn’t appealing, but washing the sticky sweat out of her hair was a great idea. She turned to Cora. “Are you almost ready to go home?”
“You’ll be staying with me tonight.”
At Dmitri’s stern voice and even firmer look, a slow heat burned her, and that shocked Presley—how could she possibly find any further arousal after the scene she’d just had? Turning to Cora, she said, “So, I guess I’ll see you at home tomorrow morning.”
Cora’s smile beamed as she looked to Master Dmitri, then she scanned the dungeon. When she spotted Master Aidan on the other side of the room with Master Kyler, her eyes darkened, and she bounced in her seat. “Yep, tomorrow. Sounds good.”
Presley chuckled, since Cora had said that without looking at her, and she watched her friend pounce off the couch and hurry to Master Aidan’s side. With grace, Cora knelt at his feet, and Presley witnessed the smile curving Master Aidan’s mouth, plus the approval in his eyes, even if Cora couldn’t see it.
“I don’t get why they aren’t a couple.” She turned to Master Dmitri. “They seem to like being together.”
Master Dmitri offered his hand, and after she slid into his strong hold, he assisted her to her feet. He removed the blanket from her shoulders, tossing it into the laundry basket beside the couch, then he led her through the dungeon.
“I’m not aware of anything more than the D/s relationship between them, but while in the club, Master Aidan does enjoy topping her.” At her furrowed brow and scrunched nose, he chuckled. “Does that confuse you?”
“A little bit.” She liked when he pulled her into his side, nice and close. “I just don’t understand why, if you get along so well in here”—she waved around the dungeon as they neared the exit, passing members lounging on the couch—“you wouldn’t try and make a relationship out of it.”
Master Dmitri opened the dungeon’s door, and once they exited, he let it slam closed behind them. They strode through the hallway and toward the basement steps, and she wondered if she’d said too much, because his stare became hard.
After a long, somewhat awkward pause, he said, “I happen to agree with you, Presley.” His eyes softened as they made their way to the main floor, then he continued as they headed upstairs, “Morals in a submissive are a good thing. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to find love within a D/s relationship.”
There, in his eyes, was that shift in him. He entered the bedroom and she followed. Once they were inside, her thoughts stuttered as she admired the space, more aware than she’d been the last time she was in his room. She remembered the dark furniture that filled the large masculine room with the dark gray walls. But the sleigh bed impressed her, as did the fancy pillows on top. “Wow.” She turned to Master Dmitri. “Quite the room you have.”
“I’m pleased you approve.” He leaned down close to her face and winked. “Even happier when you’re not running out of it.”
She laughed and followed him into the bathroom off to the right. When she entered, her astonishment grew. She was surrounded by marble floors and countertops, a fancy mirror, a soaker tub, and an all-glass shower made for two. Master Dmitri approached the shower, turned it on, and played with the temperature while Presley waited off to the side. She couldn’t help but scan over him standing there, dressed in his black dress shirt and pants. The man was gorgeous.
When he turned to her, clearly content with the water temperature, he unclipped his belt, and she stilled. His mouth twitched. “Don’t look so worried, doll. I’ve used you up quite a bit tonight. We’re here to shower, nothing more.”
Without so much as a moment’s hesitation, he kicked off his shoes, removed his socks, dropped his pants and his black boxer briefs, then his erection sprang free. Presley’s mouth dropped open as she stared at a very, very large erection. She doubted her hand would fit around him; it looked as if it were ready to stab her. “Sir . . . I . . . you . . .”
“Have a large cock,” he offered, and at her slow nod and deep swallow, he chuckled. “Like I’ve told you, Presley, compliments from a sub are always welcomed.”
Taking her hand, he pulled her into the shower and took the showerhead off the holder. “Come and bend your head over. If the fragranced shampoo runs along those pretty marks I’ve given you, it might sting.”
