Thankfully two other subs came and sat with her. I didn’t need the sound to know she was enjoying herself. She wore every fucking expression, not only on her face, but in her whole persona. If she was sad, she tried her best not to show it. It only made it more obvious, at least to me. When she was happy, she wanted the whole world to feel her joy.
“Zach.” Marcus walked into room without knocking. I shut off the monitors and joined him. “There you are. How’s your morning?—”
“Sit.”
He frowned but lowered himself into the nearest chair. He opened his mouth but closed it when I lifted my hand.
I lowered myself in my desk chair and rested my hands flat on the dark wood surface. It’d like to say it was a tactic to intimidate him, but it was more to keep me calm. Despite how I felt about him, I still needed him to execute my plan. If only for a little while longer.
“The two of you spoke about the scene for tonight?” I asked.
I knew every word he’d uttered, but he didn’t know that.
“Yeah, she seems to think she’s in trouble and needs to be punished.” He rubbed his chest. “It’s been eating her up inside, so that will be fun.” He cocked a silly grin.
“And she mentioned something about ‘what you talked about is on the table’.” He leaned forward. “You want to fill me in?”
“Sex, Marcus.” The greedy bastard was looking for leverage. “She’s talking about sex.”
“Horny little sub.”
The vein in my temple throbbed. I stared out the window at the ocean view calculating how much force it would take to throw him through. Most likely scenario, he’d crush his skull and break his neck. And then I’d have to dispose of his body. I didn’t really want a dead rotting southern gentleman in my office for the rest of the day.
“Zach—”
“Marcus.” His lips clamped shut. “I have asked you to do me a substantial favor and I’m beginning to realize you may not be up for the challenge.”
“Of course I am.” He leaned forward. “I’m your man, Zach.”
“Do you have a problem with what I’m…”
His left eye twitched. That was it. He was having a moral dilemma.
“We’ve been friends for a long time now and maybe this is infringing on our friendship.” I tapped on the desk. “Perhaps I’m taking advantage.”
“You’re not.” He picked at a button on the arm of the quilted brown leather chair. “Maybe if you told me what this was really about, I could be more helpful.”
“What does it look like to you?”
“That you are trying to take advantage of a submissive in every way imaginable against some deep-seated rules of the BDSM community.” He said it with his whole chest, too.
“You think I’m breaking the rules.”
He nodded but wouldn’t look me in the eye.
“What rule in particular bothers you the most?” I tried to remain calm.
“Consent.” He went for the jugular.
“Are you developing feelings for Lucinda?”
He blinked and sat back. His shoulders shot up to his ears. “I’ve met the girl a day ago.” His voice raised an unattractive octave.
“She’s very charming.” I stood up. “You think I’m taking advantage of her?”
“Well —”
“Perhaps you will go run and tell her about the big bad Dom who’s making her feel more pleasured and desired than she has in her whole life.” I leaned forward. “Maybe you’ll be her hero and come to her rescue.”
