Page 50 of Disciplining Dana

“Ah.” He took another sip of his drink. “She’s… working.”

Jenna pursed her lips. “I thought we agreed you were gonna have to take charge and drag her here.”

“Yeah, easier said than done,” Kurt replied pensively, staring into his glass.

“Well, you’re a Dom. You know how this works. Unless you’re breaking some sort of consent agreement…”

Kurt tilted his head. “How’d you know I’m a Dom?”

“Like you said, I’m very good at my job.” Jenna shot him a playful look. “Plus, it helps I’m majoring in Psych at the university.”

“Ah…”

“So”—she arched her eyebrow—“why didn’t you?”

Kurt swirled the dark liquid in his glass. “I thought she might need some time alone to think about some things.”

Jenna narrowed her eyes. “I see. Do you want to talk about what those things might be?”

Did he want to? His first thought was no. But… could it hurt? Would it hurt? Or was it better to do what he’d been doing for so long and simply keep it all bottled up?

Well, it’s clearly done you a lot of good so far…

Before he could answer, movement to his right brought both his and Jenna’s attention to an approaching figure.

“Evening, Jenna,” the man said, casting a curious glance at Kurt as he came up to the bar. He was large, handsome, with a colorful mural of tattoos sleeving each of his arms to where they disappeared under the tee shirt stretched tight over his frame. The way he looked from Jenna to Kurt then back to Jenna made Kurt wonder whether he was her boyfriend or brother.

“Drake!” A broad smile wreathed her face, and she reached across to squeeze his arm. “Drake, this is Mr. Ellery. Mr. Ellery, this is Drake.”

“Pleased to meet you.” Kurt extended his hand.

“Likewise,” Drake replied.

“Drake is a bouncer at the Dungeon, but tonight’s his night off.”

Drake grimaced. “Ugh. I hate that word—bouncer. I’m a Dungeon Monitor and work security.”

“Ooh… sorry!” She held her fingers up, making air quotes. “He’s a Dungeon Monitor and works security.”

“And you, Jenna, are a brat,” he fired back.

“Guilty as charged!”

Jenna laughed, Drake chuckled, and from their interaction Kurt was confident that the man might be her friend, or even her brother, but was not her lover.

“So, where’s Luna?”

Drake turned to look back the way he’d come. “She’s talking to Erika about work stuff. She’ll be along in a few.”

“Cool.”

Drake turned to Kurt, his gaze assessing. “So, what brings you to Rawhide, Mr. Ellery?”

“Business, mostly.”

“Oh,” Drake quirked an eyebrow. “Not pleasure?”

“Not this time, I’m afraid,” Kurt replied evenly.

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