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The sub tried to wriggle free, but Jafari shook his head, not releasing her. “Answer the question, then you may spin. Why didn’t you use your safe word?”
Safe word? Madison’s alarm bells went off, and she looked to the edge of the stage where Trevor was lurking, wondering if she should step in, but then the girl spoke.
“Because I didn’t want to.”
Cupping her chin, Jafari traced the woman’s lower lip with his thumb. “Good girl,” he finally murmured, letting her go, and Madison let out the breath she was holding.
I’m totally going to need a drink after these spins.
She handed over the ball and spun the wheel, mentally trying to will Trevor into predicting her need for an alcoholic beverage, but it obviously wasn’t working. Instead, she had to bite back her own groan of frustration when the marble landed on something that wouldn’t work at all.
“Well, this one seems to be on everyone’s list of hard limits,” Madison said dryly. “ABDL means you get another spin.”
Plucking the marble out, she handed it over to Special K and spun the wheel again. This time the ball bounced a lot before finally choosing a kink Madison had never even heard of before, but she tried to sound confident as she announced, “Cell popping.”
The crowd erupted into murmurs, probably just as many people clueless like she was, and the other half were probably explaining it, but all of that faded into the background as the pretty girl stumbled backward toward the edge of the stage. Reaching forward, Madison was about to shout for help when Jafari caught the woman before she could fall.
Yep. Definitely need a drink.
Earth to Trevor, bring your fiancée a drink, please!
She glanced back at him, but he just gave her a smile and a thumbs up, and she had to force a smile in return. Trevor was only trying to support her, and she loved him for that. Well, really, she loved him for everything he was. Running her thumb across the band of the engagement ring helped to quell some of her nerves over the rough start to Roulette, and she sought out her friend Harley’s smiling face on the submissive side for another boost of encouragement.
You can do this, Madison. Get the show back on track.
“And for Dom number four we have…” She purposefully let her voice trail off, waiting to see which of the men stepped forward, and she immediately recognized the dominant that had been referred by the East Coast’s Dungeon Master, Spencer. The man was tall, but not in that super-muscular way as a few of the other men waiting to be paired were. He did have an intense expression though as she announced him to the crowd. “Mr. Davis!”
The dom nodded at her in acknowledgement, but as soon as he accepted the marble his gaze quickly returned to the group of submissives like he was zeroing in on a target. Mr. Davis turned away from searching the group long enough to drop the ball into the wheel, but he didn’t watch it. Instead, his eyes immediately returned to raking back and forth over the subs.
Madison kept her gaze on the wheel for him, waiting until the wheel slowed enough for her to read the name. “And to play with Mr. Davis tonight we have… Miss Jess!”
Finally, it seemed like she had a couple that wouldn’t have conflict. If anything, the way Mr. Davis turned toward the woman showed a lot of interest, and when he stepped back for her to approach the wheel Madison couldn’t help but smile.
Surprise, surprise. Spencer’s friend isn’t a total asshole!
‘Miss Jess’ wore a cute, little black dress with a single choker-style necklace around her throat that Madison would have assumed was some kind of collar if the woman wasn’t a participant in Roulette.
“So, Miss Jess, ready to spin?” Madison handed her the smooth, round marble, then reached over and sent the wheel turning.
The submissive stayed quiet, but it was probably because of the way Mr. Davis wouldn’t stop staring at her. If any couple would have that infamous Roulette magic work on them, Madison had a good feeling about this pair. The woman hadn’t given many hints, but at least the dominant seemed to be very interested in the sub the wheel had paired him with. Too interested to pay attention to the spin, which left Madison monitoring the bouncing ball for a few more seconds until it dropped into an enviable kink.
“Sybian orgasm torture!” Madison cried out and a few people in the audience whistled and cheered. “Someone’s in for a fun time,” she added with a sly grin.
Davis reached forward and took Miss Jess by the shoulder, saying something quietly before he led them off the stage to join the other pairs.
“Alright, everyone! Let’s have number five come over to spin for their submissive!” She looked over at the line of dominants and couldn’t help but offer a real grin when George Quinn stepped forward. He’d been the contractor for the remodel of the mansion, and Madison giggled when she caught the clever wordplay in his name for the evening. “Well, hello Master Craftsman. Ready to find out who your submissive is?”
“Absolutely, Madison. I mean, since you’re not available for the night,” he added with a charming smile, and Madison actually felt a little blush come to her cheeks as the handsome older man playfully flirted with her.
“Such a charmer,” she said with a laugh, and the audience chuckled too as she handed over the marble and spun the wheel. He dropped it in without hesitation, and they both watched the blur of color as the ball went around and around. Geo was a great guy, and whoever got him for the night would be a lucky girl, but Madison couldn’t suppress the squeal of excitement when she saw her friend’s name beside the marble. “Master Craftsman has been paired with The Brat!”
Be professional. No playing favorites.
Although, seriously, she wanted to play favorites. Harley was a total sweetheart, and absolutely deserved to have some fun tonight, and Madison knew that Geo would treat her well. As if he’d heard her thoughts, Geo walked across the stage to meet Harley at the steps, taking her hand and bringing her back to center stage.
“Welcome to The Brat,” she said, grinning since the name had been her idea in the first place, even though Harley had argued about it at first — which only further proved the title fit. “Are you ready to see what activity you and Master Craftsman will start out with tonight?”
“Sure,” Harley said, stepping forward, but when she tried to yank her hand out of Geo’s, Madison had to bite down on her lip to keep from laughing. Harley just yanked harder, complaining, “I need my hand! I’m left-handed!”
