Page 59 of Release Me

He’s mine.

“Victoria, hi.”

They pull each other in for a hug, and she kisses him on the cheek as her eyes dart to me.

“And who is this ravishing beauty?” she questions.

You know how you meet a girl and you can immediately tell she doesn’t like you? Yeah, that’s the look this bitch is giving me. I hate her already, and I don’t even know who the fuck she is yet.

“Victoria, this is Brynn, my sub. Brynn, this is Victoria, my Domme I’ve told you about. Well, my former Domme,” he corrects.

What. The. Fuck.

I don’t know why, but I just assumed he was no longer in contact with her. Yet, here the fuck she is, looking at me as though I’m beneath her.

She’s a Domme. Youarebeneath her here.

Whatever.

“It doesn’t have to be former, Richard. You’re the best sub I’ve ever had. I’ve been trying to get him to come back to me for years,” she explains as though I’d be delighted by this news.

Richard smiles at her, thoroughly enjoying the attention he’s receiving as though he’sstillher fucking sub and thrives on her praise.

How fucking cute.

“Victoria, would you mind keeping an eye on Brynn for a minute or two? I have to use the restroom.”

“Of course not, I’ll keep a good eye on her.”

She links my arm through hers and pulls me tight against her. As soon as Richard is out of sight, she lets go and takes a step back.

“Wow, Richard has seriously lowered his standards,” she spits looking me up and down.

“Excuse me?” I respond.

“Watch your tone, whore. I’d keep your filthy mouth closed before I tell Richard you don’t know how to behave in public. He won’t be able to refuse my request to discipline you in front of all of my guests this evening. Thisismy club after all.

The only reason I listen to her and keep my mouth shut is because I don’t want Richard to believe her over me. If she tries to pull some shit, I’m going to make sure he can’t doubt my behavior in any way.

“He reached out to me, you know. Just last week. He told me how much he missed me as his Domme. Told me he was losing his way and didn’t think he could handle being a Dom as well as he did a sub.”

What?

Is she lying? I know last week was tough when we got into our argument, but I thought we had worked through all of it.

“Said things weren’t working out with his most recent sub—I’m assuming that’s you.”

Without saying a word to Victoria, I turn and walk away in search of the bathrooms. I’ll wait for Richard outside of the men’s room and tell him I want to leave. I don’t like her, and I can’t tell him she’s the reason I want to go, at least not while we’re here. I have a feeling he would choose to patch things up between us over leaving.

After standing there for five minutes, I begin to get irritated. What’s taking him so long? I look at the people around me. Some of them are so engrossed in their scenes, they don’t even know I’m here. There is one guy across the way who’s staring at me. He gives me the creeps, so I look away. As I search the other side of the club, my eyes land on Richard. Once again standing next to Victoria.

How the hell…

He must have left the bathroom before I came over here. As I start toward him, Victoria pulls him in for a kiss, and the sight of it stops me in my tracks. Watching the two of them, her words from a minute ago bounce around in my head.

“He reached out to me you know… told me he missed me as his Domme.”

That motherfucker. I snap, my anger too much to hold in. Thoughts of Jacob shattering my heart flood my mind, and in an instant I’m the girl I was after he left me. The one who didn’t give a fuck about anything or anyone. The whore who would do anything for her next orgasm. With no standards for myself or those I let enter my body.

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