Page 59 of The Masquerade: Room 2

My heart grinds to a halt. “Have you and he…”

“No. I didn’t need training when I became a member at Venom. He doesn’t sleep with established subs.”

“Yeah.” I can’t help the pang of sadness that takes root in the pit of my stomach. “Six months is all I was going to get.”

“He offered you a six-month contract?”

“Yes.”

She rests her hand on my leg. “He doesn’t do that, Frey. I can see you have feelings for him.”

“It doesn’t matter. I’m not going to be his submissive anymore.”

“Why the hell not? He is a respected Dominant, Freya. You’re lucky to be training with him.”

“The things I’ve let him do to me, Cel. My boss.”

“You have a daddy kink? That’s hot.”

I shove her shoulder. “Stop.”

“You’re overreacting.”

“Am I?” I say with indignation. She can’t be serious.

“Yes. Venom is as discreet as they come. You can still separate work and the playroom. That’s the point of a playroom, Frey.”

“I don’t want to get surgeries because I’m sleeping with my attending. It’s tacky.”

“Why are you so adverse to taking what you want in the bedroom?”

“What?” I’m taken aback.

“You heard me.”

“Because I’m not normal, Cel. I want… pain. To be tied up and punished. I get off on it. I almost came when Daddy was caning me. Dr. Harrison. Pierce. Fuck. I’m so confused. This was supposed to be easy.”

“Since when have relationships been easy? Nothing worth having ever is.”

“This was supposed to be separate. I didn’t want to know his name. I wanted pleasure and pain. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“Then why the fuck are you sitting here crying to me about it? Tell him. So, you ditch the masks and know each other’s names. Big deal. Sex is empowering, Frey. Being a submissive is power. You have the upper hand here. He will fall at your feet and beg to be your Daddy if that’s what you want.” I could never see him doing that. He’s too masculine and dominant to beg for anything.

“Six months. That’s all we agreed to. No feelings. Maybe it could work. We’ll just go our separate ways after my training.”

“Exactly. Fuck ’em and chuck ’em. Training is about you. What you like and want from a Dom. Master Harrison is never going to be a forever Dom, Frey. Be his sub and enjoy the crap out of it. You get to walk away and still have your mentor at work. Don’t let yourself be reduced to getting surgeries for pussy. You’re better than that, and Master Harrison knows it. From what I’ve heard, he’s not the kind of guy to put someone’s life in danger to impress you. I’m sure you’re a fantastic lay, but he's a strong-willed Dominant. He doesn’t do anything on a whim.”

“I don’t know if I can separate the two. I’d always wonder. Last night, I flew solo in the OR. I thought I earned it before I knew he was my Dom. I was terrified. The patient flatlined, and I just froze. Only when he called me little one did I kick into gear and do what was necessary to keep my patient alive.”

“He called you little one in the OR? Fuck me, Frey, I think my ovaries just imploded. How are you not riding his face right now? I would be.” The thought makes me angry. I told him we’re done. I have no right to feel anything about who rides his gorgeous, impossibly handsome face. Who fists their hands in his dirty blond hair for purchase as they come on his lips.

Shit.

“Earth to Freya.”

“Sorry. What?”

“You’ve got it bad. You’re blushing, girl.”

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