Page 36 of The Masquerade: Room 2

“Have you declared a specialty yet?”

“No, but I’ve narrowed it down.”

“I hope neuro is on the shortlist. You’ve got amazing hands.”

“It’s at the top of my list.”

“Excellent. I’m going to have you put on my service.”

“Thank you, Dr. Harrison. Shall I read up on your upcoming cases?”

“Yes, and my current ones. You’ll be with me as of tomorrow.”

“Consider it done.”

“Good. I’ll see you tomorrow, Perrington.” Without another word, I head for the locker room for a quick shower. I have a playroom to set up.

When I reach the club, Flex and Ryder are propping up the bar, a woman sitting in each of their laps.

“Good evening, gentlemen.”

“What have you done with the real Pierce? He’s six foot four and grumpy. I don’t understand this expression on your face.” Flex thinks he’s a stand-up comedian.

“Witness the shit-eating grin, boys. I have a delicious new sub to teach and a great resident at work to impart my wisdom on.”

They exchange glances before Ryder interjects. “Oh, fuck. He’s going to be insufferable. Do we need to widen the door to your private room to accommodate your ever-growing ego?”

“Possibly, but when you have the goods to back it up, it’s called confidence.”

I signal Eli for a drink. I have a little time before I get the room organized.

Taking a seat, Flex and Ryder’s lady friends excuse themselves, leaving us to shoot the shit for a while.

“Dalton coming in tonight?”

“Are you kidding? He’s going to need a snorkel if he doesn’t come up for air sometime soon. He and Nad are at it twenty-four seven. I have no earthly idea how they hold down jobs. We shouldn’t have built him a suite of rooms upstairs.”

Flex sounds a little jealous that his best friend is occupied with his wife.

“Speaking of the expansion, have you started on the training floor yet?”

“Should be up and running in two months. We’ll throw another party and have you and Logan do some demonstrations if you’re cool with that?”

Logan is a Master Dominant like me, except he gave up training years ago when he met his wife, leaving me with his share of subs to train. It’s hard work, but someone’s got to do it. Usually, I’d be happy at the thought, but for the first time, I don’t want to think about moving on to the next trainee. I’ve barely begun with my little one, and yet I get this weird, uncomfortable constriction in my chest at the thought of handing her over to another Dom.

“What’s got you looking like that?” Flex interrupts my disturbing daydream—more like a nightmare.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re chewing a bee.”

“Nothing. I’m fine.” The minute Eli sets my drink down on the bar, I drain it in one gulp. “I just have some prep to get done. I’ll be back.”

My little one is bringing the signed paperwork with her tonight, and it has my pulse racing as I step into my private room. The second we get that out of the way, I’ll start with lesson one—patience. I plan to kiss every last inch of her body tonight before sinking balls deep in that pretty little cunt of hers.

Running my fingers over the cuffs attached to the St. Andrew’s cross, my dick twitches, getting hard knowing she’ll be naked and splayed open for me on this in an hour. She’s going to look so fucking perfect.

I set the new lingerie I bought for her on the bed with a matching white lace mask. She still wants to shield her identity, and I’ll indulge her for now. It’s hot, but I’m a greedy man, and I want her complete submission. She has two months before I insist on knowing her name and seeing her face. If she still evades me, I’ll be forced to terminate our contract.

---