Page 26 of Ruined Vows

I gotta give it to Kira, she doesn’t look uncomfortable at all hugging Quinn, even though Quinn’s all geared out in a PVC corset that’s squishing her tits up to her collarbone, with a riding crop in hand.

“You, too! How’ve you been?”

Quinn sighs as they pull apart. “Same old, same old. Afternoons at the office, nights here.”

The sub at her feet whines and looks up at her.

“Down, dog!” Quinn barks and smacks his ass with the crop. She rolls her eyes as the sub shudders in delight.

“You work so much,” Kira says, eyebrows scrunched. “When do you take time to just take care of you?”

“Doggy serves mistress,” the sub at her feet speaks up.

“Bad dog,” Quinn says, and spanks him again with the crop, harder this time.

She looks between Gemini and Kira. “This one’s a brat.”

Gemini nods sagely as if well acquainted with the type. He’s young, a trans masc dude who’s been with Jinx for almost as long as I’ve worked here. Neither of them are too talkative, but they come to play, and play hard.

“I’ll take care of myself when I retire at thirty-five,” Quinn says. “Now is the time to work.”

Kira’s eyes pop wide. “But you’re my age. That’s forever away. You’ve gotta do some self-care now, babe.”

“She’s younger than you,” Gemini says, looking at Quinn. “Right? Aren’t you like, twenty or some shit?”

“Seriously?” Kira asks.

“I’m twenty-one,” Quinn says, as if that makes any difference.

Jesus, they’re all such babies. I had just fucked off to the army at their age, playing at being soldier with no clue about what I wanted to do with my life. Not that I’ve got much more of one now. I mean I’m starting to, but Christ. Quinn’s planning to retire by my age?

“You’re one to talk about all work and no play,” Quinn says to Kira. “Are you finally going to play tonight? Don’t even try to pull that shit that you aren’t interested. I see it in your eyes that you are.”

I lean forwards without meaning to as Quinn goes on.

“And I know a dom who’s got a gentle touch. You could try a turn at the spanking bench.” Quinn looks across the floor and waves over a guy in a mask—someone I’ve never seen before. I frown.

“She’s just here to watch,” I blurt before Kira can open her mouth.

Kira’s head snaps my way and she glares at me before she looks back to Quinn. “It can’t hurt to talk to him.”

Quinn grins and I want to givehera turn on the spanking bench for making such a suggestion. Doesn’t she know Kira’s in danger and now isnotthe time to be making friends with masked strangers?

I tug Kira away by her arm before the dom is halfway across the room. “He’s wearing a mask. For all we know, he could be your stalker.”

Kira tugs her arm out of my hold, glaring up at me furiously. “You’re my bodyguard, not my mother. Back off.”

I huff out, furious with myself. There are rules here. I shouldn’t have even touched her without her consent. It’s strictly hands-off here.

Kira turns back to Quinn, whispering now. I have good hearing, though, and I listen in to her asking Quinn how well she knows the dom.

“Don’t worry,” Quinn says with a little smile. “He’s someone you can trust. Believe me.”

I frown.

She’s just a job. It’s fine if she wants to engage in a little consensual spanking with some dude.

The dom stands tall and quiet once he reaches us, inclining his head towards Quinn. Then he blinks inquisitive grey eyes towards Kira.

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