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Gaze averted, she crawled up onto Mikel’s lap, curling up so she could rest her head against his neck, essentially hiding against the club overseer.
She heard footsteps receding, and tears made her throat tight.
“Did he leave?”
“Yes, my dear.” Mikel’s hand stroked her back. “I’ll let you choose what you need to take your mind off it.”
She nodded, forehead knocking against Master Mikel’s jaw and neck.
“Pleasure, or pain?”
Mal didn’t hesitate. “Pain.”
* * *
Benson didn’t even know why he’d come today. He should have been smart enough to stay at home after last night’s showdown.
Instead he’d come back, and the first thing that happened was an unexpected eye-opening conversation with another Dom.
Another Dom had approached Benson while he was putting stuff in his locker. The man—Dev or Devin R-something—asked Benson about Sarah, a sub he knew, but rarely scened with.
Benson hadn’t been able to answer the questions about Sarah, but the conversation prompted a realization. The words he’d just spoken echoed in his mind, seeming to reverberate in his skull.
It’s hard to see what’s right in front of us, and even harder to change our perceptions once they’ve been set.
Those were his words to Dev, but they rang true for him. Some things Mal had said…weren’t what he’d expected.
He understood every facet of what had happened between himself and Mal. But it was possible, as he’d told Dev, that his perceptions were wrong.
He’d assess, and if needed, reorient.
He found her in the first place he looked—the library. Mikel and Mal were even using the same chair from yesterday.
But tonight she wasn’t just kneeling quietly.
He watched as Mikel cropped Mal’s inner thighs. She was sitting backwards and upside down in the armchair, her head hanging off the front of the seat, her legs spread wide, resting on the arms, her feet braced on the upper corners of the chair.
Mikel stood in front of the chair, a long crop in his hand. The insides of Mal’s thighs were pink.
“Cup your breasts.” Mikel swished the crop through the air.
Mal’s long, pretty fingers cupped her tits, holding them together.
Mikel brought the crop down with a quick snap. Benson couldn’t tell what part of her sweet breast took the cropping, but Mal moaned in reaction.
Benson walked up, drawing Mikel’s attention.
Mikel arched a brow. Benson indicated for him to step aside with a small motion of his head.
Mikel backed away, and Benson dropped into a crouch, his face just above Mal’s.
She was flushed, probably from having her head hanging upside down.
He slid his hand through her hair, cupping the back of her skull, and lifted so that her head was in line with her neck.
Her eyes widened as they met his. Her lips parted.
It was an expression that made her seem young and vulnerable. It made him want to both protect her and rain sweet pain down on her body.
