Page 6 of The Masquerade: Room 2

“Wouldn’t you ever consider a sub outside of training?” Nad looks lovingly at her Dom, his shit-eating grin saccharin as the rest of us fade into the background while they lose themselves in each other.

“I don’t have time. My hours are grueling, and my focus is singular. The club is where I let off steam. I’m not looking to find the love of my life.”

Dalton whispers something in Nad’s ear, her body shivering before they excuse themselves and head for their private room.

“Good talk, guys,” I shout after them.

Throughout the evening, everyone pairs off at different times, leaving me to drink alone at the bar, with only the bartender for company.

“Another scotch neat?” Eli asks as I pull up my latest trainee’s number.

“Yes, thanks.”

Me: Can you meet me at the club in 30?

Sub: Yes, Sir.

Me: See you then.

I may as well have some fun before I have to find a new sub to play with.

Eli sets my drink down before leaning against the bar, his arms folded over his chest. He talks a big game, but his body language says otherwise.

“So, Eli, how are you enjoying being the manager of this place?”

“It’s unlike anywhere else I’ve worked, that’s for sure.”

“Yeah, I doubt you had to sign an NDA at your previous job.”

“You’d be surprised what Carter expects of his bartenders.”

“Really?” I shouldn’t be surprised. Carter De Rossi has a reputation for discretion.

“This is definitely next level.” He’s curious.

“Has it got you wondering what goes on behind closed doors?”

“Me?” He blushes. “No. Of course not. I’m not a Dominant.”

“I didn’t say you were.” I take a sip of my drink, watching him squirm.

“You’ve never wondered what it would be like to let Genevieve take you to her private room? You might not want to dominate, but I get the feeling you’d enjoy being submissive.”

His cheeks flush as he starts cleaning the bar, avoiding my gaze.

“Nah. I’m an old-fashioned guy. A man’s man.” I think he doth protest too much.

“You’d be surprised by how many ‘men’s men’ enjoy giving over control in the bedroom. High-pressure jobs. Major leadership roles. They take a toll, and for some men, they find an escape through someone like Genevieve. She’s very good at what she does.”

“How would you know? Aren’t you a Dom?”

“Yes, but she and I have worked together. I’ve trained male submissives before.” His eyebrows rise so high they’re almost in his hairline.

“Oh. I didn’t… it’s none of my business.”

“Eli, can I give you a word of advice as the weekday manager of V?”

“Of course.”

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