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Flashing a smile, Madison tried to look confident about the more unique kink, while Cinder leaned over the wheel like she couldn’t believe it.
“Something wrong?” Braxton asked.
“No. Well, I don’t think so. It’s just I’m not too sure what that actually means.”
“If you’re asking then I’m guessing it’s not one of your hard limits,” he said, and Madison reached for Cinder’s limits card, but the submissive spoke up before she could offer it.
“Um, no. I put down needle play, diaper play—”
“Then we’re good to go.” Nodding at her, Braxton laid his hand against the small of his submissive’s back and led her off the stage.
Madison barely had the time to take the marble out of the wheel before the large, tattooed dominant was stepping forward.
Shit, what’s his name? Pavlov?
Scrambling through her cards, Madison managed to find his name just before he made it to center stage. “Next up, we have Master Pavel.”
The big guy was intimidating, and she tried to remind herself that the Cartwright-Davidsons wouldn’t let anyone that was really dangerous play during Roulette. Still, the way the man stared at her before taking the marble made her more than a little uncomfortable.
She’d barely spun the wheel when he let it drop from his hand, and it danced and hopped in the spinning wheel before clacking into a space like gravity had willed it to be so. Swallowing, Madison leaned forward to catch the name moving at almost a blur beside the small white ball. “He will be paired with the submissive, Kiki.”
Good luck, Kiki.
The poor girl was dressed like a playboy bunny, sans the ears, and she looked about as nervous as Madison would have been in her position. Master Pavel didn’t do much to help her out as he stared her down like the little submissive’s presence offended him.
Taking pity on the sub, Madison reached out to hand her the marble. “Kiki, give the wheel a spin for your first activity.”
Distracted by the staring contest between the sweet looking submissive and the big, dangerous Pavel, Madison almost missed the telltale clack of the marble choosing a slot.
Oh God. Poor girl.
“She landed on humiliation,” Madison announced, watching as Kiki seemed to absorb the news in slow motion. Not that her dominant for the evening gave her much time to process it as he took her by the elbow and led her off the stage without a word.
Making a mental note to send someone to check on them later in the night, Madison shook off the uncomfortable meeting of the second pair and glanced at the line of dominants, expecting one of them to step forward automatically.
“Who has number three?” she called out, watching the line of men as they looked around at each other, a few of them holding up their popsicle sticks as if to say ‘not me.’
After another moment, a handsome, dark-skinned dominant in a white button-down and a red bowtie looked down at the stick in his hand. His jaw tightened, and he seemed pissed at missing his cue because he suddenly stomped toward her like a panther on the prowl.
Staying silent, Madison spun the wheel and held the marble out on her palm as she mentally flipped through the list of dominants playing for the night until she remembered his name — Jafari. It was exotic, intriguing, intense… just like the man who threw the ball into the wheel like he had a grudge against it.
Why the hell was everyone being so aggressive with the wheel tonight?
As the ball whirled around, Jafari only seemed to grow more irritated, and Madison wondered if everyone was in a weird mood tonight, or if perhaps she’d laid on the rules a little too harshly.
Had she let her Mistress Madison persona go too far? Surely Jaxson would have said something if she was being too harsh. Trevor definitely would have given her a signal to rein it in if she was pissing people off.
Blowing out a breath, Madison straightened her shoulders and tried to brush off the insecurities plucking at her, watching as the wheel chose the next submissive. “Master Jafari will be paired with Special K!”
That finally brought a smile to the dominant’s face, and it transformed him. He wasn’t intimidating and irritated anymore, he was… hot. Definitely hot.
Hoping to fill the awkward silence as the submissive hesitated near the foot of the stairs, Madison grabbed for the woman’s card and read it off. “Her hard limits are ABDL, scat, watersports, and breath play.”
Jafari’s smile turned feral as the petite submissive finally climbed the steps, but he inclined his head and offered her his arm when she reached center stage like a true gentleman. Leaning down, he whispered into the woman’s ear and she shivered before whispering something back.
The dom turned Special K to face him, then tipped up her chin with a finger. “Why didn’t you?”
Madison wasn’t sure what the question was about but judging by the pretty submissive’s look of rising panic, she felt confident the girl didn’t want to answer it. “Special K, it’s time to spin for your first kink.”
