Page 5 of The Masquerade: Room 2

“Is that what you guys think? That I’m a robot? My submissives would beg to differ. Literally.”

“I don’t think that,” Nad speaks up. “I think you can be unpredictable. Sensitive even.”

Where the fuck did she get that idea? The only other person who thought I was sensitive was my father, and he was sure to beat it right out of me.

“You’ve got him all wrong, kitty kat.” Flex throws it out there, and I watch as Dalton just about explodes.

“Call her kitty kat again, Flex, and I’ll break that pretty face of yours.”

“Jesus, bro. You need to calm the fuck down. What happened to easy-going Dom Dal?”

“He packed up and left the building. Kitten is mine.”

“God, Pierce, I think you’ve got it the right way around. Teach ’em and street ’em. This true-love thing has Dal ready to pop a blood vessel over here.”

“I’m so glad I have your approval, Flex. How did I ever live without it?”

“A piece of sound advice for you, Pierce… you should have multiple subs on the go. You’re so highly strung.”

I rub my palm over the scruff on my jaw. “My latest group of interns is pissing me off. They don’t know how to do anything.”

“Isn’t that why they come to you? They have to learn to be doctors,” Viv offers.

“Yeah, I’m just fed up today. It’s a bunch of rich kids whose daddy bought them a ticket into the program. They’re entitled with no skills to back it up right now. They are the bottom of the food chain, mouthing off like the apex predator.”

“And we all know you’re the predator, Pierce. That’s why I love you.” Viv gives me that knowing grin. Maybe I’ll take her to my private room tonight. She might be a fierce Domme, but we occasionally engage in a little friends-with-benefits action.

Being a trainer affords me the freedom to roam as I see fit. I sign contracts to teach, not for monogamous relationships. It’s a one-sided transaction. The sub in training must be faithful only to me. Not because I care if they fuck around, but because learning from a single Dom gives better results.

Leaning back in my chair, I mull over the idea of a masquerade ball. “So this party is for new and prospective members?”

“Yes,” Flex confirms.

“Any new submissives?”

“Of course. Everyone will be given the option to wear a tag that’ll show their kinks. Doms, subs, voyeurs, teachers, students, toy play, pain, pleasure. A unique QR code you can scan with your phone and know all of the relevant information, except their name and occupation. Hot, right?”

“Wow. QR codes. That’s new.”

“Nad’s friend, Jenna, is a computer whizz kid and has been working on a portal for members. It will allow for contracts, hookups, matching… the whole nine yards.”

“Nice.”

“You’ll like this feature. For trainees, we’ll have an application for new subs from various clubs we network with nationwide. You’ll have some fresh, shiny new subs to play with.” Sounds perfect. Just what the doctor ordered, pun intended.

“I didn’t realize Jenna was hopping on the kink train.”

“She’s not,” Nad says with conviction.

I hold my hands up to show innocence. “I get the message. I won’t go near her. You made it pretty clear last time.” I give it a year max before sweet best friend Jenna starts sniffing around the lifestyle. I have an eye for potential subs, and she’d be a delectable treat to train. Not by me, obviously. I value having my nuts attached to my body, and the way Nad is staring me down is enough to make them wither.

“Good. Anyway…” She giggles. “How are things with your latest sub? Training going well?”

“Yeah, we’re pretty much done. She’s ready to find a long-term Dom or someone to fool around with who compliments her kinks. She’d be perfect for someone like Mateo, but I think he has a regular right now.”

“Maybe she’ll find someone at the masquerade.”

“I don’t see why not. I’ve trained her well. Whoever makes a contract with her will be a lucky man.”

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