“He’s so hot and cold. One moment I think he’s into me, the next all I see is a closed-off Dom. It’s probably because I keep poking the subject of his scar.”
“Wait. You’ve seen his scar?” Lucy swiped her fringe to the side and cocked her head. “So he was naked in front of you?”
“Well, yeah, after the scene. We went to the room and when I got out of the clawfoot tub, he helped me and—”
“The what tub now?” Lucy’s voice reached an opera singer-worthy octave.
“An old school one that stood in the middle of the bathroom.”
“That’s not Room 15.”
“No, we went to Room 8.”
Lucy pursed her lips.
“What does that look mean? Your eyes say mischief.” Finley crossed his arms. “Say it.”
“He took you to his personal room. Only the cleaners see it.” She looked around as if they were discussing drug trafficking. “And then what happened?”
Hope bloomed in Finley’s chest, but he tamped it down. He had to gather more facts first. “We talked and went to sleep.”
“You slept in his bed? And you didn’t tell me before?!” Lucy put a hand over her heart as if she was about to faint. “I thought we were friends, Finley.” She tsked, but her smile was clear. “Where was he all night?” She whispered, leaning closer.
“With me.”
“Ooooh, mate!” Lucy squealed. “I knew he liked you, but damn…” She pointed a nail at him. “He already did back then. So whatever happened between you two can’t be the end, trust me. Now, go fucking fix it.”
Finley bit back a grin at Lucy’s enthusiasm. He was still in deep shit with Kage. “I don’t know how.”
“Well, a good old chat never hurt anybody. Put on a kettle, get some fancy biscuits and fucking talk. Well, not now as he’s in the theatre, getting ready for the ceremony, then he’s got a scene with that gorgeous hairy boy.”
Oh? Two events?No wonder Kage had taken a few days off. Finley had been scheduled for Kage’s scene but not the event preceding it.
Which was a collaring ceremony.
Led by Kage.
“He didn’t ask me to set anything up today, and it was all already there before I arrived. So that must be a bad sign.”
“It’s a sign you’re both bellends. Nothing more.”
The urge to stick his tongue out at Lucy like a toddler took over, and he blew a raspberry instead, sending his friend into a fit of giggles.
“Alright, alright. I’ll go check out the ceremony. I’ve never seen one before.”
“I took my break to join you.” Lucy bumped her shoulder into Finley’s. “I love how every collaring is so special.”
They headed to the Theatre, where a leather and lace-clad crowd was already oohing and awing at the couple. The stage’s main piece was a St Andrew’s cross decorated in white and black lace in the style of a wedding arch.
“I feel like I crashed a private event.” Finley took in the woman dressed head-to-toe in black latex, holding hands with a petite lady in a white corset and white veil.
The couple faced Kage, whose leather waistcoat accentuated his slim waist, while the trousers and knee-high boots completed his elegant Dom look.
“Since Master E and Brian’s collaring ceremony resembled a wedding, several couples have asked Kage to do the same for them too.” Lucy nodded at the stage.
The bullwhip in Kage’s hand was not his most used instrument for impact play, but added flair to the moment as he split the air with it. It cracked above his head, silencing the crowd and drawing the attention of everyone in the club.
“We are gathered here to celebrate the union between Mabel and Mistress Beatrice.” He nodded at the couple. “Repeat after me…” His serious tone and the emotional excitement in the room showed how real the commitment was. The Mistress promised to cherish and protect her beloved Sub, while Mabel swore her submission and devotion.
