Page 30 of Mob Knight

“Yes, Cormac.”

I test the water a little more when I give her hip a tighter squeeze before snagging her wrist and pressing her good arm behind her back. Her body sways into mine as the hand on her shoulder slides down to capture her other wrist. I barely push it back before she crosses her wrists at the small of her back. She doesn’t wince, and she didn’t favor her bad arm while playing pool. I’m relieved her injury wasn’t as bad as I feared.

“Would you be a good girl and tell me if you weren’t?”

“Yes, Cormac.” She whispers her answer on an exhale.

Holy fuck.

“Look at me, Joey.” I wait for her. “Are you someone’s sub?”

She meets my gaze. Is that relief? She shakes her head. I lower my head to whisper in her ear.

“You don’t want to find out what happens to naughty little subs who make their master’s repeat themselves each time they ask a question.”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

I don’t date. I fuck. I don’t have girlfriends, but I did have a long-term sub.

“Are you tipsy,cailín?”

“A little. What does that mean, sir?”

“Little girl.”

“I’m not a Little, Cormac.”

She gets serious fast, snapping out of whatever alcohol haze she’d been in.

“I know you aren’t. I wouldn’t be interested if you were. You didn’t mind me asking if you’d be a good girl a moment ago.”

“You didn’t say a goodlittlegirl.”

“That word aside, how tipsy are you?”

“Not as tipsy as a second ago.” Her clear eyes and sharp gaze tell me she’s not exaggerating.

“We’re going to finish our game, then you’re going to finish having a good time with your friends. If you want more by the time you’re ready to leave, tell me.”

“I’m ready to leave. I want more.” The words fly out of her mouth.

I know who’s around me, and I know who’s paying attention to us and who’s not. Her friends definitely are. My back’s broad enough no one can see me holding her hands behind her back, but they can see my extended arms. I let go of her wrists and withdraw my hands. She doesn’t move.

“If we do this, you need to know it’s not a prelude to me asking you out for dinner and a movie.”

“It’s a one-night stand?”

“Not absolutely. I don’t date, Joey. I’m not a monk, but I don’t do attachments. I had a sub until a couple months ago. I was with her for three years, and nothing ever became romantic. If you’re looking for more than that, we’re not a match.”

“Are you looking for a new sub?”

“Yes.”

What? No!

I told myself I didn’t want a new D/s arrangement right now. I wanted to enjoy being unattached. If I wanted to fuck, I’d go to the club I belong to. I didn’t see Joey as a potential sub only a few minutes ago. I never imagined she’d ask if I was in the market for one.

“Sir, test me tonight. If we like it, then we go from there.”

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