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his chest, and it took him a moment to realize what he was feeling was pride. All of them had worked with Morgan on fitting into the club scene, but her background had been working against her. Though sheā€™d asked that information not be shared with anyone unnecessarily, all the Doms who worked with her had to know so they didnā€™t accidentally add to her trauma. She was still in recovery from being abused by a bad Masterā€”on every level. It was too bad since it might have helped her if the other submissives understood what was actually going on with her. Sheā€™d had trouble adjusting to the idea other submissives werenā€™t competition and might even want to be friends with her.

ā€œThatā€™s wonderful,ā€ he said, reaching out across the table for her hand, which she immediately took so he could give it a squeeze. Morgan responded to both verbal and physical cues of approval from anyone she considered dominant to her, but she craved touch more than anyone heā€™d ever met, though she never asked for it. ā€œAnyone I know?ā€

Domi

Swaying on her high heelsā€”six inches were a torture device on their own, but she didnā€™t plan to be on her feet for very longā€”Domi sashayed into the back of Marquis with her bestie by her side. For once, she was taller than Rae, who had chosen to wear cute kitten heels rather than stilettos. That was Rae, though, dressing like a baby girl even though she swore up and down she had no interest in a Daddy Dom.

Domi had been to Marquis once a month with Mitch for the past six months for the shows, so she knew if she actually wanted to watch and pay attention to a scene, she was better off coming with Rae.

The rear entrance to Marquis had been instituted once the owners realized the restaurant portion of the building was too crowded to provide complete coverage for people who were just coming for the kink on the second floor. Domi liked it because when she was all decked out in leather and lace, she didnā€™t exactly blend with the restaurant patrons.

Raeā€”with her multitude of long braids pulled into pigtails with purple bows, a purple corset pushing her boobs up like a platter, and black and purple tutuā€”would have stuck out even more. At least Domi was dressed in all black, whereas the virulent purple of Raeā€™s corset and ribbons looked radioactive. It was also stunningly gorgeous against her dark skin and black hair.

Sometimes, Domi wished she could wear something other than black, but she had a hard enough time getting people to take her seriously. She knew what she looked like. ā€˜Fairy-likeā€™ was the term used most. More than one Daddy Dom had approached her, hoping her hard exterior was really just a brat covering up a vulnerable Little. While she didnā€™t mind a bit of roleplay, that particular role didnā€™t do much for her unless it was combined with the stuff she liked. It wasnā€™t one she could sustain outside of a scene, no matter how she looked.

Rae, on the other hand, was totally a babygirl, she just couldnā€™t bring herself to admit it. Just coming to the submissive classes had been a struggle for her. A strong feminist who believed women should be able to do whatever they wantedā€”including submitting to a manā€”sheā€™d had trouble with the idea of her submitting. After the class where Rae had tried out age play with Daddy Dom Brian, Domi had thought her bestie might quit, all together.

But Rae had insisted on joining Domi if this was what she really wanted to do because she wasnā€™t going to let her face ā€œall that kinky shitā€ alone. Loyalty had outweighed her struggle with her own desires. That or she was using Domiā€™s interest to give her an excuse to keep exploring kink as well. Probably a bit of both.

ā€œStupid stairs,ā€ Domi muttered under her breath as her heels sank into the plush carpet. They could have used the elevator, but she would have felt lazy doing so for only one floor when there were people who actually needed the elevator.

ā€œShould have worn shorter heels,ā€ Rae said, snickering at Domi over her shoulder. In her much shorter heels, she was having no trouble climbing and got to the top in half the time it took Domi.

ā€œShut it,ā€ was Domiā€™s super creative comeback. By the time she made it to the top of the stairs, her thighs and calves were burning, and she was panting slightly. That last part, she was going to blame on her corset.

Rae was already chatting with Freddy and Tracey, who were manning the front desk. Show-off. Pretending she didnā€™t feel the burn in her legs, Domi sashayed her way over to the front desk, tugging her pleather skirt back into place. Greeting Freddy and Tracey, she chatted with them a bit before Freddy led her and Rae into the showroom.

The booths were already filling up, most of them with groups rather than couples, interestingly enough. Domi glanced around the room, looking to see who was there. They were mostly familiar faces, a few people with the curtain drawn across their booth for more privacy before the show started, and... Master Mitch.

Not just Mitch. Brian was sitting next to Morgan in a booth, Mitch across from her, while Kincaid and Zach were standing on either side, leaning in for the conversation. As usual, Morgan was the center of male attention, just like she had been during class.

Domi didnā€™t get what the Doms saw in her. She was superficial, shallow, and constantly hanging off of the guys to get their attention... Hmm. Okay, maybe she did get what the Doms saw in her, but she really expected better from themā€”especially from Mitch.

Wasnā€™t he supposed to be at work? Thatā€™s what heā€™d told her. Domi hadnā€™t thought twice about it, knowing he worked some crazy hours.

A thread of jealousy wove its way through her, making her stomach churn. Was he here

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