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Rae loved hearing the swooshing sound of the cane slicing through the air as she hit his rear end eleven times, her client loudly moaning with each strike.
She spent ten minutes on aftercare, which for this client meant wrapping him in a fluffy blanket she pulled from her towel warmer while telling him what a good boy he had been for her. Whatever kept them coming back to her, other than sex, of course, she was usually willing to do. She never judged what they enjoyed because she got as much pleasure out of inflicting what they desired. And she had been asked to do some fairly unusual play sessions over the years, like tying up a young man and popping inflated balloons next to his face and genitals. Or spitting in a woman’s mouth until saliva ran down her chin (this after Rae declined to piss in the client’s mouth when the woman begged her to). She wasn’t into piss or scat play, but she knew plenty of fellow Dommes who were. Rae savored most of what her clients desired, especially when she got to use her favorite purple leather floggers or her black dragon-tail whip.
She only had one hard limit: no blood play. Too much cleanup involved. Plus, Oklahoma law stated that no person can consent to serious bodily injury or death, and cutting someone carried too much possibility of either for her comfort.
After her last client of the day had left her dungeon a happy camper, Rae disinfected the play space and changed into her “boring” clothes, as Angel called them. Angel was Swiffering the front lobby area, her long bright-magenta hair swaying as she moved back and forth in her cork-heeled wedges that made her towering frame that much taller. Angel had her AirPods in as she danced-cleaned, so Rae allowed herselfa moment to admire her friend’s green minidress gliding against her smooth brown skin, her legs the longest Rae had ever seen on a woman.
Once upon a time, they had tried the relationship thing. Rae had been lonely after so many years of being single and had never tried dating a woman, and Angel was getting out of an abusive long-term relationship, something they both had experience with. It didn’t work out, but they remained friends, as they were always meant to be. Sisters, really. Angel had been her only family aside from Lily for such a long time, and Rae didn’t want to mess that up.
They still needed to finish the ledgers for the month, and Rae had to make sure the booking reminders, all encrypted through a mail service, were emailed to clients before they closed for the weekend. Rae rarely worked on weekends, keeping the time free for whenever Lily decided to grace her with her presence.
Rae decided the floor was clean enough and swatted Angel’s firm ass with her cupped hand.
“Girl, you fucking scared me!” Angel said as she whipped around to see Rae’s smirk. She pulled out her AirPods and attempted to return the spank, but Rae dodged her.
“Come on. Let’s get this shit done so we can get out of here.”
“And then drinks at Ludivine?” Angel moved behind the front desk as Rae pulled up the ledgers so they could get them balanced.
“I can’t tonight.”
“You’re no fun.”
Rae bumped Angel’s hip with her own. “My feet are killing me. And it’s been a long week.”
“What? Mr. Kick My Nuts Until They Bleed give you a hard time today? Or are your panties still twisted because your boy toy skipped this week?”
“Boy toy?”
“Hey, if I were into men, I’d be all over that white bread like hot butter.”
Rae laughed. She knew Angel was referring to Thomas, who was undoubtedly her most attractive client.
“He didn’t skip,” Rae said, feeling the sting of disappointment again. “He just didn’t show. No email, no call.” And she couldn’t wait until he dragged his butt back to her, asking for forgiveness. She might even have him purchase a few items off her wish list as punishment before she allowed him back.
“Maybe he found a hot girlfriend who’s a sadist.”
Rae snorted. “Or maybe he’s the biggest pain slut and wants to see how far I’ll go next time I see him.”
“His funeral.”
Rae smiled. “Okay, one drink. But not Ludivine. Too many clients hang out there. Let’s do Oak & Ore.”
“Fine.”
Rae was about to get to work on the ledgers when she saw a tall, good-looking man with an olive complexion standing at the front entrance. They kept the door locked and only allowed clients inside once they were verified through their personalized code. The man, who was wearing a plaid button-up and a dark suit, wasn’t a client, although she was already imagining what he would look like tied up and naked. She glanced at his left hand: no ring. He was clearly built, but she knew how to handle strong men. His face was slightly flushed from the unseasonably hot spring day, and his expression was all business.
He noticed the intercom by the door and pushed the button.
“Good afternoon, ladies,” he said, his deep, authoritative voice raising alarm bells in Rae. “My name is Detective Dayton Clearwater, and I’m looking for the owner, Rae Dixon.” He held up his badge.
Rae pushed the intercom button next to the front desk. “We’re both owners, but I’m Rae Dixon.” She could feel Angel’s worried eyes on her. “What can I do for you?”
“I need to come inside and ask you a few questions about one of your clients.”
Rae moved from behind the desk and cracked the front door.
“I’m not at liberty to discuss anything about my clients.”
