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He slides his hand up her shoulder, continuing up to cup her face, forcing her to look at him. “You will never have to share me, little one. You’re not selfish. I’m yours and no one else’s. Nothing and no one will ever change that. The decision is not yours to make. I don’t permit it. End of discussion.”

“Cheers to that,” I say, lifting my glass to my lips. “Sorry to tell you, bestie, but married guys aren’t my jam. It’s one of my only hard limits.”

“So, you don’t feel left out?” Her voice is barely more than a whisper.

“No! Girl, when have I ever held my tongue about anything?”

“Never.”

“Then, believe me. If I felt slighted or didn’t enjoy what we do, you’d already know.”

“Why are you worrying, little one?” Pierce interjects, his concern for my best friend heartwarming to see.

“Am I selfish?”

“Yes, little one.” Freya’s face drops. “And you need to realize that pleasure is selfish at times for all of us. I am selfish for not letting anyone else experience the ecstasy that your body yields to me.” He’s right.

“And I’m selfish for wanting to watch you come,” I tell her what she needs to hear. It does nobody any good to admit I want more. Not with her—I love how Freya and Pierce love and respect each other. They are soulmates. I want that in my life.

I laugh to myself, embarrassed that I still believe in fairy tales. A knight in shining armor isn’t going to come riding into my life and fix what has been broken for far too long.

Chapter 5

FLEX

“It’s not you, baby. It’s me.” It is a lazy way to break up with a sub but fuck me, she’s petulant, insolent, and I pity the next Dom who finds her. I like my women trained, ready to kneel at my feet and beg for my cock.

“That’s such a crock of shit, Flex.” She’s really going to make me go there.

“This… right here… the way you’re acting, is exactly why I’m done. You don’t take direction and moan about everything all the damn time. Trust me, baby, you’re not a good enough lay to put up with all of that crap.”

“Fuck you, Flex!” She swipes her bag off the dresser in my playroom, proceeds to storm out of my room like a toddler having a temper tantrum, and swings the handbag full force, hitting my arm. It doesn’t matter that she has the strength of a newborn puppy. I don’t suffer such disrespect in my club.

Catching up to her, I gently guide her through the bar and toward the exit.

“Leave me alone, Flex. I’m going to go up to level two and find a real Dom.”

“That won’t be necessary, sweetheart. You won’t be finding aDom in my club. You’re barred. Consider your membership revoked, effective immediately.”

“You can’t do that,” she screams.

“I fucking own this place.”

She starts smacking me in the chest, but I simply stand and take it until she tires herself out. “I hate you, Flex.”

“I’m wounded. How will I sleep tonight? Soundly, after fucking a sub who knows what the hell she’s doing.”

“I’m going to expose this place. You’re going to regret treating me like dirt.”

“If you breathe one word, you’ll be sued for breaching the NDA you signed when you became a member. I regret nothing. I treated you much better than you deserve, so hand over your membership card and get out of my sight.”

She complies for once, tossing the card on the floor before turning on her heel and slamming the elevator button. As the doors open, I can’t help but laugh at how she huffs and puffs before flipping me the bird. “Fuck you, Flex. Rot in hell.”

Dalton walks up behind me. “Another satisfied customer.”

“Hey, bro. Just taking out the trash. We really need to take another look at our screening process. She was a piss-poor submissive.”

“Lucky that we’re opening level three soon.”

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