“Hey! Do you guys want to come to Club Bandit with Logan and me tonight? We’re going to try the chair suspension.”
“Hey, Clara.” Ivy loved the private BDSM club, and they hadn’t had much time to get over to it lately.
“I’ll run it by Sir and get back to you.”
“Okay! Hope to see you tonight.”
“Bye.”
“What’s Clara up to?”
“She just asked if we can come to Club Bandit with her and Logan tonight. It’s not usually busy on Sundays, and I have tomorrow morning off.”
“Sounds good.” Gabe placed his hand on her leg. “Can’t wait to torment you, Princess.” His tone dropped, and Ivy squirmed in her chair.
“Yes!” Ivy leaned forward, kissing him, breathing in his familiar scent. Gabe enjoyed hanging out with his friends, but crowds weren’t always his thing, so when he agreed to go to Club Bandit, it felt like it was something he was doing more for her than for him, and it made her feel so loved.
“Okay. Nick asked me to swing by his place to help move a pool table or something. You want to come?”
Ivy’s phone buzzed on the table. “It’s work.”
“Ivy, this was supposed to be your day off.” Gabe’s perfectly formed lips frowned.
“I know. I’ll be quick,” Ivy smiled. “Hi, Flint, what’s up?”
“Ivy, sorry to pull you in, but I need a couple of hours of your time. News just broke up that Riley Maddison is getting a divorce.”
Riley Maddison was a top ten pop star and her client. “I’ll be in twenty, Flint,” Ivy said to her boss.
“Thanks, Ivy, you’re the best.”
“You could have said no,” Gabe squeezed her hand
“You know I have to go in if something breaks.”
“For you to smooth it out, I know.” Gabe’s tight expression said he knew but didn’t like it. Her stomach twisted in a knot.
Ivy grabbed the empty coffee cups and kissed him on the cheek. “That’s what I do.”
He followed her inside, and Ivy put the empty coffee cups in the dishwasher.
“Will you only be there for a couple of hours?”
“I don’t know, Gabe. You know how these things go.”
His jaw tightened. She hated seeing that worried expression, but his anger was always just below the surface, and though he rarely directed it at her and never physically, it took little to brush against it. The one place he seemed to gather it and use it was in their play in the bedroom. That was fine with Ivy, and sometimes she pushed to be his target. She liked that she didn’t just give in... Even if she loved being a submissive. She wanted him to work for her submission, and she loved that he had taken control of her orgasms. But for them, their D/s didn’t extend to outside of play or being sexual. Sometimes she wanted more.
“Yeah.”
“Go hang with Nick, then meet me at Club Bandit.” Ivy wrapped her arms around his waist.
He kissed her mouth so hard it felt like it was going to bruise. “Okay. I don’t like you working so much.”
“But you like working so much.”
He blinked at her and took her hand in his. “I know it’s stupid to be bothered by it when you never complain about my work.”
“At least you know it.” Ivy kissed his cheek, grinning.
