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“Open up, Jack. I think maybe you’ve had feelings for her for a very long time, and you just let them lie dormant. And I think… I think that’s why you don’t allow yourself to form an emotional connection with anyone you play with.”
“I assume most people don’t come here to form an emotional connection, Blossom.” There’s no bite to my words.
“Scenes aren’t always permanent relationships, Jack. But theyarerelationships. Submissives play with you because you’re a good Dom. You know how to give them pleasure. Most of us aren’t looking for anything permanent at the moment. But we do notice. We notice when there’s no emotional connection on the part of our Dom.”
I clear my throat. “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything. Just know that we know. I’m the only one who knows you’re in love with Mandy. The other subs don’t, so you’ll still have plenty of people to play with inside the club if you choose to do so. But I have a feeling that you won’t play again. Not with anyone, and not for a long time.”
She’s wrong. “Thank you for your forgiveness,” I say.
She smiles. “I wish you well. And I hope… I hope with all my heart you find what you’re looking for.”
I nod, give her a chaste kiss on the cheek. “See you inside.”
I open the door, whisk past Claude, and head into the club.
Chapter Forty-One
Amanda
“I hear you’re looking for an invitation downstairs.”
The voice is low, deep, sexy.
And it’s not Jackson’s voice.
Alfred the bartender raises his eyebrows at me and smiles.
I turn around.
“Oh!” Zorro—or someone who looks exactly like him—stands in front of me. He’s wearing a black mask and a black cape. His hair is slicked back, and his eyes are a brown so dark, they’re almost black.
“I don’t expect you to trust me,” he says, “but I will never harm you. If you choose to come with me, I will take good care of you, and we don’t have to do anything but talk.” He pulls a chain-mail choker out of his pocket. “You’ll need to wear this.”
I nod. “A collar.”
“Only for tonight, and only for your own protection.”
“I understand.”
“May I put this on you?” Zorro asks.
“Yes. Please.”
He clasps it around my neck, and his fingers are warm. “You look amazing in that corset.”
“Thank you.”
The corset is still the only sexy garment I own. I’m wearing jeans and my pumps. The usual.
“I’ll need to blindfold you.”
“I understand.”
“Good. Club rules, not mine.”
