Page 21 of Shattered Dreams
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Lizzie grinned over at Raine. She could barely make him out through the bubbles separating them. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had so much fun. Probably since before the shooting, or maybe even Master’s heart attack. The thought should’ve sobered her, but the massive cloud of bubbles pouring out of the Jacuzzi tub onto the floor and heading toward the sauna, had another burst of laughter escaping her. She’d only added a second capful of Mr. Bubbles after Raine had added the first and they’d barely gotten any bubbles. She’d never expected the sheer amount the tub would produce once the solution cycled through the jets completely.
“I’m blaming you.” Raine gritted out. “When Daddy comes in here and sees this mess, I’m throwing your sneaky ass under the bus!”
“Aw, come on. It’s only a few bubbles.” She slapped the surface of the water, sending a cascade of white fluff at him.
“Only a few bubbles?” The familiar voice from the doorway only made her giggle harder. Raine’s Daddy definitely did not sound amused.
“Did she say only a few? It looks like a bubble factory blew up in here.”
The new voice had the laughter dying in her throat as she parted the bubbles in front of her enough to catch a glimpse of the man standing next to Master Storm. Her eyes widened comically. What the hell was Detective Landon doing at the club?
“Shit.” She whispered under her breath, sinking further down into the bubbles. Why she wasn’t afraid of Master Storm but was leery of the other man, she didn’t know. But something told her that the stern man who’d helped her into her locked car wouldn’t appreciate the fact that she’d flooded the spa room with bubbles.
“Yeah. Shit is right.” Raine muttered. “I told you only one capful, Lizzie! Now both of our bottoms are gonna be red.”
She shook her head. “Nope. Master is still at the rehab center. I’m safe.”
“For now,” Storm agreed as he waded through the bubbles to stand next to the tub. “How did I know it was you that led my boy astray?” Storm crossed his arms over his chest.
“But he started it. He poured in the first cap,…and there weren’t enough bubbles so…”
“So, you dumped the rest of the bottle in?” Elliot joined Storm next to the tub.
“No.” She sank lower below the surface. “Just another capful.”
“Then you spilled it halfway through,” Raine shot back. “And you had to fill it back up – so it was more like a cap and half, Lizzie.”
“It needed to be full!” She protested, before shoving more bubbles at Raine. “Besides, you said you love lots of bubbles…”
“Did not!” Raine protested, slapping the water to send bubbles her way and directly into her face.
Lizzie sputtered as she got a mouth full of sudsy water. “Oooooh! You!” She shrieked before launching into an all-out attack. Her bestie knew she hated water in her face, almost as much as she hated having her mouth washed out with soap for cursing.
Soon the room was filled with cursing, shrieks, and demands that they stop until Storm finally reached in to wrestle Raine from the jacuzzi. Seeing her opponent leaving, she followed after him, not finished with the battle. She’d drown him. Well sorta, she decided. He hated being dunked. So, she’d just grab his ankles and pull him under and…
“Enough! You’re done!” A pair of strong arms caught her as she started to climb out after Raine, who was now dripping water and bubbles all over his Daddy. And if the swat Storm landed on his ass was any indication, a very upset Daddy.
“No, I’m not! Let me go…” She squirmed against his hold and when that didn’t earn her release, she scooped up a huge handful of bubbles and threw the double handful behind her. The sudden silence sent a shock through her as she realized what she’d just done. She turned her head to survey the damage. Bubbles clung to not only the bridge of Elliot’s nose but also dripped down his high cheekbones to settle in his beard. She’d just thrown what was essentially soap in a dominant’s face – at a club that her dominant owned. “Uh-oh.”
“Uh-oh is right,” he gritted out as he hauled her completely out of the tub to stand next to it. “Corner, now.”
Her eyes widened in surprise, but she obeyed. She was in enough trouble.
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Max was idly watching the evening news on the small tv in his room when his cell phone rang. After snagging it off the stand next to his bed, he muted the volume on the newscast and answered.
“Hello?”
“Hey, it’s Storm and we got a minor issue at the club. I need your okay to have a dom punish a sub that’s not his.”
He sighed. Things like this sometimes happened. A sub would either become disrespectful of a visiting dom or the dom in question wasn’t familiar with the club brats – namely his wife and a few others - and would take offense to what the club had deemed to be acceptable behavior. “So run the scenario by her dominant and have him handle it.”
“That’s what I’m doing.” Storm exhaled loudly before quickly explaining. “Raine and Lizzie somehow flooded the spa room with bubbles, when confronted with it, blamed one another, a bubble fight broke out, and when Master Elliot and I went to separate them, Lizzie flung bubbles in Elliot’s face. Technically she didn’t actually hit him, but…”
“The intent was there.” Max squeezed the bridge of his nose. “Where is she right now?”
