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The corner of my mouth lifts in a gentle smile. “You make me happy too.”
He buries his hand in my hair at the nape of my neck and pulls me in for another kiss. “I’m serious,” he says as he pulls away.
I wrap my arms around his chest with a smile. “You didn’t even get to come.”
He laughs. “I don’t need to. Making you come is more than enough for me.”
I giggle against his bare skin as we lie there, and I think about Madame again. It’s weird how much she’s infiltrated my mind already. And it’s weird how much I want her to.
Rule #10: Unlearn everything you thought you knew.
Eden
“A mentor?” Mia asks while applying false lashes to her right eye.
“Yeah, don’t ask me why I agreed to this,” I reply, fixing my lipstick in the mirror next to her.
“Do you know this girl?” she asks, blinking and checking herself in her reflection.
I snap the lid back on my lipstick, hesitating before I answer her. I haven’t told my friends at the club much about anything, not even about Clay and his very frequent visits to my room nearly every night last year.
“Not really,” I reply. “It’s complicated.”
She sits up straight and looks at me skeptically. We’re sitting in the club’s dressing room, each of us getting ready for the night. Mia has a solo performance in the voyeur hall tonight, as she does nearly every Friday night. She will undoubtedly draw a crowd because that’s just what she does. No one can command an audience like Mia.
“This wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with Clay Bradley, would it?”
I freeze, one hand in my makeup bag. “No. Why would it?” I ask nonchalantly.
“Because things with you were almost never complicated—until he came along.”
I swallow, forcing my face to stay even. “He was just a client, but he’s stopped coming.”
A soft hand touches my arm, and I turn to stare into Mia’s round blue eyes. “You don’t have to lie to me, you know? If you want privacy, I get it. But I’m observant enough to know he was more than a client.”
My teeth clench as I nod. “It doesn’t matter, though. It’s over now.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispers.
“It’s fine. I’m fine.”
Her mouth presses into a thin line. “Well, if you ever want to talk, I’m here. For anything. Seriously.”
“Thank you, Mia.”
It’s an excruciating three seconds that we stare at each other before she finally turns away. I don’t know why I suck so badly at female friendships. Maybe because I was never really allowed to have them when I was married. And then, after that, I became too guarded.
“Well, I think it’s amazing that you’re offering to mentor this girl. If I wanted anyone to teach me the Domme/sub lifestyle, it would be you.”
She zips up her makeup bag and stands from her bench seat. Walking to the storage lockers, she slips her bag in before closing it.
“I honestly have no clue what I can teach this girl.”
She turns toward me, wearing an expression of surprise. “Are you kidding me? You’re Madame fucking Kink. She’s literally learning from the best.”
I roll my eyes with a laugh.
“Just think about it this way,” she adds. “Teach her everything you wanted to know when you were learning. The rest will come naturally because you’re not a pretentious bitch.”
