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“Look at me.” Terry’s dark eyes locked with Maggie’s. “Ignore them.” For now. Later, he’d make sure she saw that these men—all experienced, all attractive—found her beautiful.
Her hazel eyes were wide as she stared at him. She was nervous, maybe a little scared.
“Trust me.” He gave her a quick kiss before striding across the room to the bar. “Anyone want anything?”
The men answered in a chorus of no or I’m goods. He turned back toward Maggie. “Another drink?”
Her eyes darted to the guys. “Shot, please.”
Bruce snorted.
“Problem?” He leveled his gaze on the other man.
He regretted convincing Ethan to give the kid another chance. If Bruce didn’t shut the fuck up so he could learn how things worked, Terry would have to have a difficult conversation with Franklin, Bruce’s grandfather. The older man had mentored Terry after law school. Franklin was wise, sophisticated and honorable, nothing at all like his douche bag of a grandson.
Bruce’s eyes widened and he glanced at the other two men before straightening and saying, “Yeah. Her answer should’ve been yes or no. She shouldn’t have told you she wanted a shot. A good Sub—”
“Don’t you mean a good blow-up doll?” asked Richard.
Dale laughed. “He doesn’t think that’s what he means, but it is.”
“It is not,” snapped Bruce.
Richard snorted. “God, you sound like a spoiled brat.”
Bruce shot Richard a glare but continued, “A good Sub obeys. Answers the questions she’s asked.”
“You know absolutely nothing,” said Richard.
Terry chilled the rum in a shaker before taking it to Maggie.
“Sorry,” she mumbled.
“He’s an ass but he has potential”—Terry glanced at the other guys—“if he can shut his fucking mouth and let that big brain of his learn something.”
Richard and Dale laughed.
Terry kissed her forehead. “Enjoy the drink while I straighten out our guest.” He walked back to the bar, poured himself a scotch and took a sip as he strode across the room and grabbed a chair. He positioned it directly in front of her but several feet away, making sure she could see the other men if she wanted, or just look at him. “Gentlemen.”
The others quieted, ready for the show.
“Before we start, Bruce, you’re confused about what a Dom-Sub relationship is and remember it is a relationship not a dictatorship.”
“I’m not confused and I—”
“Really? Then please, tell me your definition.” He sat sideways on the chair.
“The Dom is the boss and the Sub obeys.”
“Why?”
Bruce laughed.
“That was a question not a joke.” If the kid didn’t understand this basic tenant of the kink, he’d never be a good Dom.
“You’re serious?” Bruce looked around.
Both Dale and Richard nodded.
“I am.”
“Okay.” Bruce straightened a bit. “A Sub obeys because that’s what she is. She’s a Sub.”
He struggled not to roll his eyes.
“God, you’re an idiot,” said Richard.
“Shut up,” said Bruce.
“No, Bruce, you shut up and you might learn something,” said Richard.
“Please. Gentlemen.” Terry took a sip of his drink, glancing at Maggie. She rolled the empty shot glass between her hands, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol. “Maggie, pour yourself another and come here. This is going to take longer than I’d thought.” He should be well into his game by now but instead he was teaching a fucking class on BDSM. If it weren’t for Franklin, Bruce would be out the door and out of the Club.
She nodded and hurried to the bar. She hated being the center of attention unless it was just him and her. He should’ve had her come to his side right away, but he truly hadn’t thought Bruce was this much of a dick.
She poured her drink and walked toward him, her hips swaying in a seductive rhythm that called to him on a primal level. Silence filled the room for one long second as the others stopped bickering to appreciate her body. Terry didn’t think she even noticed. She was still that naïve about what a lush Sub like her did to men like him. She stopped by his side. He placed his glass on the floor and patted his leg. Her eyes widened as her gaze darted to the other men.
“Sit, rabbit.” He took her hand and pulled her closer. “You might learn something too.”
She lowered herself onto his lap, as stiff as if she were sitting in church. That had to change. He wanted her boneless and relaxed before he wound her up with sexual tension.
He turned back to the guys, resting his hand on her knee and caressing the soft skin with his thumb. “Let me explain why a Sub, a good one, like Maggie obeys.” His fingers moved up her legs with teasing caresses.
“She doesn’t obey if you ask me,” muttered Bruce.
“This is new to her. It’s usually just us.”
“So what? If she were well trained, she’d obey no matter what.”
Richard almost choked on his drink. “I didn’t think it was possible to be that ignorant.”
“He expects his Subs to be a robots,” said Dale.
“No, but I expect them to do what I say.” Bruce frowned at all of them.
“With no feelings or thoughts of their own?” Terry’s fingers skimmed along the crease of her legs a few inches above her knee, making the stiffness in her back lessen and her shoulders droop.
“They feel what I tell them to feel,” said Bruce.
“I bet that works wonders when you’re fucking them. Do you tell them what to cry out in their moment of release?” Terry shook his head. “Sorry. I doubt they have that with you.”
“They come. Hard.” Bruce’s face flushed scarlet. His inability to please his partners had been one of the complaints to Ethan. The women here, both Pleasure Associates and members, were willing to do many things but they expected to find pleasure in every game.
“How? If you don’t even know them?” He continued this steady teasing of Maggie’s flesh with his fingers as she sipped her drink, relaxing even more.
“I don’t have to know a woman to make her come.”
“You need to know her to tell if she’s truly enjoying herself or if she’s faking it while she prays you finish.”
“What? No.” Bruce’s eyes darted to the other men. “They aren’t faking. I’d know.”
Richard shook his head, smirking into his drink.
“Subs are people first. Women or men who have their own thoughts and feelings no matter what a Dom commands.” He ran his other hand down Maggie’s back and she leaned against him as she sipped her drink and listened. Her legs slid open a bit more from her movement and he stroked farther up her inner thigh. “A good Dom-Sub relationship is about trust. The Dom needs to know what his Sub fears. What her insecurities are so he can help her through them, not control her with them.”
“I don’t agree. She’s a Sub so she obeys.”
“She’s a woman. She obeys because she trusts me. She knows I won’t ask her to do anything that she won’t enjoy.” He kissed her neck, inhaling her soft fragrance. God, he wanted to bury his entire body inside of her and never come out. She tipped her head, giving him full access and he almost groaned. He’d never been good at denying himself what he wanted, but it wasn’t time. Not yet. He gave her one last kiss and turned back toward Bruce. “She might be nervous about it at first, but she trusts me enough to know that she’ll enjoy it.” His hand moved farther up her leg. He was almost to her pussy now and the heat and fragrance of her arousal called to him, begging him to replace his hand with his face and worship her.
“Hmm.” Bruce walked to the bar and filled his drink. “I still don’t see it.”
“How many Subs have you had in the past six months?” asked Richard.
“A few,” said Bruce.
“And why did the relationships end?” asked Dale.
Bruce’s eyes narrowed.
“You don’t have to answer us but you need to be honest with yourself.” He kissed Maggie’s neck again, sucking hard and nipping, making her squirm on his lap. He bit down harder, relishing her softness wiggling against his cock. Her lips parted and a gasp slipped free as her eyes closed and her body melted against his. She was ready and that meant he was done talking. “The lesson is over. You have two choices. Get out or shut the fuck up and learn something so the next relationship you have can satisfy both you and her.”