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Cupping my elbow, Mika snagged his toy bag from the closet, then wordlessly guided me from his office. I swallowed the ball of shame lodged in my throat as we descended the stairs. I tried to tamp down my angst while we strolled past the private rooms lining the long hallway. Making our way toward the wide archway of the dungeon, muted voices and sounds of play filled the air.
Beside me, Mika tensed. I peered up and saw the muscles in his jaw ticking like Morse code.
The only reason he was forcing himself to conquer one of his hard limits—yes, Dominants have hard limits, too—was because of my stupid temper. The remorse and regret gnawing inside me was a million times more agonizing than any paddle, whip, or crop he could wield.
Guilt wasn’t going to buy me a get out of jail free card, but I couldn’t stop myself from remorsefully whispering, “I’m truly sorry, Master.”
“And I’m giving you the chance to prove it, slave,” he replied.
Pressing his wide hand to the base of my spine, Mika ushered me into the dungeon. Instantly, heads turned our way and the hum of members’ voices fell silent. As their stares seared my flesh, I lowered my lashes and focused on the floor. My heart bounced off my ribs and echoed in my ears, drowning out the slap of paddles, the crack of whips, and submissive’s cries and moans. Angst climbed down my spine and embarrassment warmed my cheeks.
“Chin up, eyes open,” Mika bit out. “After our friends saw your pride in action, you won’t insult them by donning a cloak of submission now, sweet slut.”
As I raised my head and lifted my lashes, I realized Mika wasn’t leading me toward any of the stations, but toward the members crowded around the bar. Fear he’d set me on top of the damn thing and make me formally apologize to the entire club made me tremble. But when a low growl rumbled in the back of his throat I darted a sidelong glance at him, and followed his line of sight—locked on Elliott.
The wannabe Dom was all but salivating and blatantly eye-fucking Leagh—Dungeon Monitor, Tony Delvaggio’s submissive wife—standing beside him. She wasn’t aware the pig was eyeing her; Leagh’s focus and concerned stare was locked on me.
Mika cursed under his breath as he slid his hand up my spine and tightly cupped my nape.
When I realized he was directing me straight toward the cocky prick, dread, thick and oily, filled my veins. Suddenly, standing on the bar and offering an apology to everyone seemed like a walk in the park compared to forcing the lie of an apology to Elliott. My stomach twisted. Every muscle in my body turned to stone. My mouth went dry, and my heart rate tripled.
“Please don’t make me do this, Master,” I begged in a whisper. “I can’t apologize to him. I just can’t.”
“Who do you serve, girl? Me or your pride?” he growled between clenched teeth.
Before I could answer, Mika paused in front of Elliott and lowered the toy bag to the floor. As if sensing our presence, the perv peeled his eyes off Leagh’s pert little ass, then raked a gratuitous gaze over my naked body with a sleazy smile.
“Mika, my man,” the cockbag bellowed, clapping him on the back. “I’ve been truly impressed with your club, but bringing me this succulent sub to defile and set straight goes above and beyond my wildest expectations.”
“Defile and set straight?” Mika asked, forcing a smile so brittle I feared his lips would shatter.
“All night long. I’m gonna tie her to my bed and fuck her hot, little cunt until she can’t talk, come, or scream my name anymore. Not only will I shut her up, but I’ll also teach her how to act like a real submissive,” Elliott promised, staring at my bare pussy.
“Oh, shit,” Leagh whispered before darting away.
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Chapter 3
Mika
Body trembling with a level of fury I’d never felt before, I released Julianna’s nape and stepped into the cocksucker’s personal space.
“She’s not a sub, she’s a slave. An owned one,” I added, pointing to her collar.
“Well, whoever owns her is doing a piss-poor job of keeping her in line.”
“Why is that?”
“Because she’s a sassy cunt. No worries, I plan to put her mouth and every other hole to good use. Her pussy-whipped owner can thank me later,” he gloated with a cocky grin.
Flames of fury licked my spine.
His condescending tone and the fact he hadn’t stopped eye-fucking Julianna since I’d approached him made me want to gouge out his eyes, rip off his dick, and shove it down his throat.
“Such sweet gumdrops,” he murmured.
As the prick reached for her nipple, my control snapped off its chain.
