Page 156 of Pucking Obsessed

Then it hits me.

It’s the waiter’s outfit from the Halloween event at Rebel House.

“You spiked our drinks.” I stare at Heine.

For the first time, I realize that this isn’t theCharlesthat I knew when I was a new dom. I’m not the same, after all. I’vegrown up and changed. I’vebeenchanged by my love for Robyn and Shay.

I don’t know exactly what Heine has been through, although I can guess. He was already on a dark path, when I banned him from my fetish events, along with my friends’ ones. He’s spent years running the country’s top businesses, while living as an outcast to the community.

I shouldn’t make the mistake of thinking that he’s the same young sub who needs my protection.

I never should have made that mistake.

Heine crawls toward me.

His gaze becomes hooded, but his eyes are still flat and dead. His sensual act is as fake as everything else about him.

When he leans over me to do up a final button, I struggle not to flinch.

I don’t want him touching me.

“You look incredible in this.” Heine appears pleased with himself. “Your other outfit was cheap and tacky like everything to do with your little club. Now you’re suitably dressed to be seen with me.”

Dazed, I make an effort to drop my head and look down at myself.

Shit.

My eyes blaze.

Heine has dressed me in the Gothic, black leather devil costume with wide gray wings and forked tail that he’d left out for me in 1001 Fantasies.

The one that I’d deliberately not accepted.

He’s stripped me. Touched me. Dressed me like a doll.

Does he understand what he’s doing?

When my gaze flies to Heine’s, he’s watching me like I’m the sun in the same way that he used to.

Only, now I don’t believe that it’s sincere.

Yet the combination of shadows underneath his cornflower blue eyes and the shake in his hands as his pushes his hair out of his face tells me that he’s broken.

He needs help.He’s also dangerous.

“Where are Shay and Robyn?” I demand.

“Boring.”

“Answer me or I won’t talk to you,” I say, icily.

Ignoring a sub like Heine is the worst punishment in the world.

He can’t cope with it. He needs attention.

“They’re safe,” Heine replies hurriedly like I’ve put a gun to his head. Useful to know that I do have power in this room. I’m going to need to use it. “But only if you play.”

I study Heine, trying to assess if he’s telling the truth.

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