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Several hours later, we’re back at the Helix, getting ready for the evening’s entertainment—a contestant-only pool party.Ava emerges from the bathroom, wearing a royal-blue bikini that manages to somehow be modest while still accentuating every curve of her delicious body, providing a tantalizing hint of what lies beneath for any man lucky enough to get her out of it.And damn, but I feel lucky.
I whistle appreciatively, and she looks up with a smile.She waves a tube of sunscreen.“I’ve got plenty of sunscreen this time, Sir.”
I’m not sure how, but she always manages to make that “sir” sound just impudent enough for me wonder about her sincerity but never certain enough to call her out on it.
I flash her an approving smile.“Good girl.”
She frowns.“I’m not your pet.”
My grin widens.“Not yet.”
She flushes, opening her mouth to protest.I cross the short distance between us and take her chin in my hand, tilting her face up and silencing her with a kiss.Her eyes widen in surprise, but she recovers quickly, her tongue lightly tangling with mine as her eyes close.God, she’s sweet.When I’m finished with her mouth, she’s forgotten all about arguing with me, and I can see the rapid flutter of her pulse.
She clears her throat.“We should go so we’re not late.”
“There’s nothing that turns me on like a punctual girl,” I say.
“That’s because you’re a total control freak,” she retorts.As we walk to the elevator, she asks, “Is this an official group event for the games?”
I shrug.“Not that I’m aware of.I’m guessing it’s more of an opportunity for the contestants to get to know each other and interact.It’s a reality show.Audiences love that shit.”
She nods.“Emmett said pretty much the same thing.”She catches herself and steals a furtive look at me.“I mean, it’s probably a good idea to make friends.”
I ignore her mention of Emmett’s name, taking her hand in mine.“Let’s go make some friends then.”
The pool is hopping when we arrive.Music is pumping loudly from the state-of-the-art sound system, a huge buffet has been laid out courtesy of one of the hotel restaurants, there’s an open bar, and all the contestants are clearly in a good mood and ready to let loose.I see a Dom named Jake whom I’ve met a few times before at Logan’s club in San Francisco, and we join him and his submissive Rose at one of the cabanas.Before long, the bouncy little blonde who had cheered Ava on during her striptease and tried to convince us to stay afterward joins us with her Dom, a young guy named Luke.It seems the submissives have all started to get to know one another, and after proper introductions are made, the talk turns to the show.
“I wonder if they’re going to announce the results of the first round of voting tonight,” the little blonde sub Tessa says.
“They can’t!”Ava protests.“Everyone hasn’t done their individual scenes yet.”
“I’m pretty sure all the Doms have already recorded plenty of scenes,” Jake says good-naturedly.The look he gives his submissive, Rose, is smoldering.“I know I had a damn hard time choosing just one.”
“We haven’t had any,” Ava maintains.I don’t say anything, and slowly realization dawns.She turns to look at me uncertainly.“Have we?”
Tessa’s gaze darts from me to Ava, and then she says brightly, “I’m going to check out the buffet.Want to come with me, Rose?”
“Sure,” Rose agrees hastily.
The two Doms follow their submissives, leaving Ava and me alone.
“Have we had any scenes?”she asks me point-blank, slightly horrified.
“We’ve had several scenes,” I say calmly.“You know that.”
“But I didn’t know they were being recorded!”
“This is why,” I explain rationally.“Because if you knew it was being recorded and might be on the show, then that’s what you’d be thinking about, and your reactions wouldn’t be natural anymore.I don’t want you thinking about the audience or the show.When you’re with me, your focus should be on pleasing me and nothing else.”
“But…”
I hold a finger to her lips, silencing her.“This is nonnegotiable, Ava, whether you like it or not.I’m not going to tell you when we’re recording.One of the advantages of being a submissive is you’re freed from the burden of thinking and deciding and deliberating and feeling guilty.The choice is made for you.You just have to accept.”
I can tell she doesn’t like the idea of that.
“Tell me one of the scenes you’ve recorded,” she says cajolingly.
