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“Sir, what can I get you for dinner?” The soft feminine voice had him turning.
Peter’s sub was standing beside him, her arms loose at her sides. The tray hung from the waist cincher, apparently attached to the garment by hinges of some kind.
Her nipples looked swollen and were flushed a deep maroon-brown color.
“What do they have tonight?” The club brought in catering from a local Malibu restaurant for both dinner and brunch, and food was out and available around the clock on weekends.
The sub turned to Peter. “Master, may I go check?”
“Yes.”
Ilias looked at Josslyn, considering, then to Peter. “I’m going to get a drink.”
Peter raised his brows in silent question, but Ilias just stood and went to the small bar in the corner. The library had a full bar, and usually a sub or two playing bartenders, but for now, a glass of whatever wine was open would be more than enough.
While he was there, he grabbed a few glass bottles of water and a straw.
He returned to the table and sat. Peter’s sub was only steps behind him and listed off the food options.
Ilias gave his order, and the sub took a deep breath before turning to Peter.
“Hold the tray in place,” he ordered.
The sub flipped the tray up, and Peter once more attached the nipple clamps. She whimpered, shoulders hunching.
“Breathe,” Peter ordered. “And remember, you’re to use your hands to help hold it. A plate of food is too heavy.”
“Yes, Master.”
The sub walked away.
“Ilias,” Peter said. “I’m afraid to report that your sub was rather rude to me.”
Josslyn jerked. She started to look up but caught herself. She closed her mouth for a moment to swallow—he saw her throat work—but then she obediently opened it again.
“How was she rude?” Ilias asked, watching Josslyn.
“I asked her how she was, and she didn’t reply.”
“Very rude,” Ilias agreed.
Josslyn stiffened in outrage, and Ilias’s lips twitched.
“Perhaps a punishment is in order,” Peter said slowly, brow raised in question.
Ilias nodded, indicating he wanted Peter to keep going, while out loud he said, “You’re right. Rudeness shouldn’t be tolerated.”
Some of this was to tease Josslyn, but more it was a test. Would she break the restrictive rule to save herself from an undeserved punishment.
“She’s yours,” Peter said. “So, I’ll leave it to you.”
“But you were the one she was rude to. Maybe she would remember not to be rude if you were to spank her.”
At the word spank, Josslyn shifted her weight from knee to knee. Ilias watched her, trying to read her body language. He was fairly certain she liked the idea of a spanking.
She didn’t know that he wouldn’t allow anyone else to actually punish her. As far as Ilias was concerned, true punishments, not “funishments” like what he was orchestrating at the moment, were a sacred thing between a dominant and submissive.
“And to make it a good, solid lesson, I’m thinking it would be best for you to spank her pussy,” Ilias said.
