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“You chased Samantha right out of here. If any woman would fit perfectly with you, it is her, and yet you could not manage to make it happen. That is what I call a fuckup.” She was laughing at him. “Before you get your panties all in a twist, I was wondering where you know our Samantha from, since she obviously means something to you.”
He hadn’t handled it at all the way he should have, but the very thought of her scening with that douche nozzle had him practically running from the security building behind the club. He had been in the lifestyle for years, but never had he responded to a sub the way he had when he laid eyes on her. It didn’t really make much sense. Yes, they’d known each other in high school, but they had both changed so much. They hadn’t had a relationship back then, either, though he did have a secret crush on her. But as everyone knows, your sister’s best friend is off-limits.
“Do I need to talk to Jack about his bratty sub?” he asked, though he couldn’t help the smile creeping across his face. He would never be able to handle her as a submissive, but he could see her being a bratty little friend.
“Sure, if you feel like wasting your time. My husband knows exactly who he is married to, so tonight’s conversation will come as no surprise to him.” Her voice held certainty.
“Hey, guys, if you’re going to argue all night, then I’m going to find Matthew. This is boring.” Lainie obviously had no patience for bullshit.
“Chill.” Bridget put her hand on her friend’s knee. “I want to help the dilapidated Dominant.” She smiled back at him.
“How do you know my preferences anyway?” This was his first conversation with the ladies, and he was not in the business of sharing with taken submissives. Maybe the information came from Matthew, but it wasn’t like him to gossip. Derrick had only played in the old club rarely, so he’d had little time to develop a reputation.
“Subbies talk, you know. In fact, everyone has been very interested in you. We’ve only seen you a couple of times, and now here you are, in charge of security,” Bridget replied. “What’s your story?” He didn’t want to be standing here talking to these two women. All he wanted to do was to figure out what in the hell was going on with Samantha. But, Bridget had a point. The women talked. Being an ass would not help him out in the long run.
“I have known the owners for years. Based on my background, they asked me to come in and take over the security of the club.” Short and sweet, maybe it would be enough to put the little sub off the trail.
“Thanks for the bullet points, Sir Simple, but I know there’s more to the story...spill it.” Derrick had been interrogated by the best, but this tiny woman could put them to shame.
“How about you just tell me what you want to know, and I’ll decide if I want to share.” He crossed his arms in front of his chest. He needed to get back to work, but if he wanted to get to the bottom of what was going on with Samantha, he needed to listen to these ladies.
“You will have to excuse my friend, Sir. She doesn’t like personal boundaries. If you set them, she always has to push past them.” Lainie flashed a side glance at Bridget. Even if he had not done extensive background checks on every member of the club, their long-term friendship was obvious from the way they interacted with each other.
“Lainie, I don’t need you making excuses for me.”
Time to get control of this situation before things got out of hand.
“Ladies, I need to get back to work, so I am going to give you a one-time opportunity to put it all out there. Bridget, you obviously have some strong opinions. Go ahead and share and then we can get back to our night.” This was the side of the lifestyle he typically avoided. Generally, he was all about being a play partner, but when the scene was over, so was he. However, he needed to change his approach since he was staying here permanently.
“Fine. How about I just tell you what I think. You are hot stuff. All the submissives want to scene with you, well, until they realize you are all about the one and done. Damn. After I saw you scene the last time you were in town, I went home and tore my husband’s clothes off. Sure, it may have earned me a punishment for topping from the bottom, but that orgasm was so worth it.”
Derrick found himself smiling at her tirade.
“However, Samantha is the perfect submissive for you. I’ve noticed her at the club and have never seen her play with the same top more than two to three times. She has a reputation for not wanting any kind of relationship. What you did tonight makes me think you may want more than she might want to give you.”
Interesting. How could she have possibly thought he was after “more”? “I’m not sure what you think you saw, but I am not after anything with Samantha.”
“I call bullshit.” Bridget wasn’t pulling any punches, and Lainie giggled. “You hauled ass from the back of the property the minute you thought she was going to scene with another Dom tonight. Granted, he might be a bit of an ass, but how does that warrant keeping her from scening with him?”
Damn. She had a point. He had been watching the monitors. It was opening night, so he hadn’t planned to play. Everything was good until he saw her on the screen. He leapt to his feet and ran into the main building. The thought of that asshat so much as touching her had him seeing red. “Maybe I know things you do not. Have you considered that option?”
“I’m sure you know a hell of a lot more about the members than I do,” she replied. “But what just happened here had absolutely nothing to do with that, and you know it.”
Before he had a chance to respond, his cell phone alarm went off, and he pulled it out to see a text from the security team. “As enlightening as this has been, ladies, duty calls. I must say your men sure have their hands full with the two of you.”
“You don’t know the half of it,” Lainie laughed.
“Bridget, by the way, it is my responsibility to let your Dom know about that sailor mouth of yours. I have a feeling he would not be happy to know the language you spewed at me tonight.”
“You think after all this time my man doesn’t know me? And look around, I don’t see him here, do you?” She turned away, letting him know that she was finished. He made a mental note to talk with Jack. His subbie was begging for attention.
* * *
The shrill sound coming from her nightstand brought Samantha to consciousness with her heart racing. Sleep had evaded her most of the night, and the two hours she got before the damn alarm sounded wasn’t enough, but it would have to do because she had a busy workday ahead. She’d stayed awake reeling from her chance meeting with Derrick, wondering how in the hell he was in her club, and, he worked there. She couldn’t get over just how much he had changed over the years. He was no longer the geeky guy she’d had a secret crush on. Hell, he was now one of the hottest men she had ever laid eyes on, and that was saying a lot. He had filled out in all the right places, and he would cause her nothing but trouble.
After he left for the Navy, she’d never expected to lay eyes on him again, leaving her with her first broken heart. He was Jennifer’s older brother, and that made him off-limits. Even after losing Jenn, she couldn’t have taken things with him further than friends. The way he held her at Jenn’s funeral made her feel safe for a short while, and he would always have a place in her heart. But she was in no way interested in a relationship with anyone anymore. Her heart would stay safely hers, but her body she would share, as long as they gave her what she craved. She wouldn’t leave her club, but she would need to avoid him at all costs.
Once she decided what to do, she got up and headed for the bathroom to get ready for her day. She missed the delicious ache she’d been hoping to feel this morning.Damn that man for cock blocking me. He better watch out, or it will be his cock blocked, or worse.That thought made her smile as she bent over and turned on the shower. She grabbed one of the bath sheets she kept in the towel warmer. If her family could see her now, they would taunt her about how uppity she had become, but they could kiss her ass. She worked hard and loved the luxuries she could afford by doing so. Before she stepped in the shower, her phone rang on her bedside table where it had been charging overnight.
