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The others laugh. I’m too busy keeping an eye on Katie and making sure she’s not about to pass out.

“I know her,” she says to me. She’s only two inches away from me, and yet it feels like miles. “That’s Dawn Lovett. We have drinks sometimes.”

I recognize the tone of her voice. Lamenting. Embarrassed. Sad.

No surprise when the show of the night is a Domme and her female sub, a gal she picks out of the audience. The solo sub has the stupidest grin on her face, which Mistress Dawn quickly thwacks out of her with a crack of the whip.

Everyone around me shudders in delight. Except for Kathleen. She’s shuddering in something else entirely.

“Oh, she’s gonna get it good,” Gwenyth says. “I’ve seen this performer before. She doesn’t pull any punches.”

“Now what kind of lady comes to a place like this and thinks she’s going to get any woman she wants?” Dawn has her sub’s chin cupped as she chains her to a cross. “Go on, honey, tell the whole club what kind of foul creature you are.”

She speaks into her mic, the low, submissive voice echoing between every warm body. “I’m a slut, Mistress.”

Dawn grabs her between the legs, teasing her mound with a firm grip before walking away, laughing. “I’ll say. You like having your skin tickled with a whip, slut?”

Of course she does. Because she’s a sub who volunteered for this, knowing exactly what she signed off on when the club presented her with a liability form when she asked to be in the pool for consideration.

I don’t pay much attention to the show. I keep my eyes on Kathleen, who is watching with rapt attention, her eyes so far away that it’s possible nobody would be able to get through to her. This theory is proven true when Lara says something and doesn’t get an answer. Huffing, Lara turns away again.

“She’s probably thinking about doing it to Ira,” she says much too loudly.

The people on the other couch look over at us. At me. At Kathleen.

“Don’t be silly,” Kathleen quickly interrupts. “I would never waste my time on someone like her. Ira would rather eat grass than get spanked by anyone.”

Uh.

“Do you want it, huh?” Mistress Dawn is rubbing the submissive woman between the legs, her hand cupped so tightly that her partner is wincing in exquisite pain. “Do you want me to make you come before you’re even ready? Because I will.”

Boy howdy.

“Come on,” I whisper into Kathleen’s ear. “Let’s go back before the rooms start filling up from everyone getting horny off this.”

She sits back, nearly knocking into Lara behind her.

“Do you want to sit out here any longer with these people, like this?”

My hiss finally makes its way into her brain. She shakes her head and stands up, going to an empty corner and waiting for me to follow.

I get a key for a back room, one of the only ones left. I motion for Kathleen to follow me down the hall, where I hear the faint moans of people having kinky sex – and vanilla sex, I’m sure. By the time we reach our room, however, Kathleen almost refuses to go inside.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, the door opening in front of me.

She doesn’t say anything. Within a few seconds, she goes in, standing in the doorway and whispering to me, “Fuck me good.”

My sub almost disappears on me. I can’t let that happen.

Chapter 64

Kathleen

No fewer than three walls are built around me.

The wall around my body protects me from the pain I feel. Pain that should be turning me on, yes, but pain, nonetheless.

The wall around my heart makes sure I don’t indulge in any of those pesky feelings I have for Ira, the one clasping me to the ceiling of this borrowed room, stripping me, and pinching my nipples with tight clamps for the first time in my life.

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