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“And…” He rolls his hand in a carry on way, knowing exactly what I’m thinking but wanting me to spit it out.
“And nothing, apart from how much I like it.” I smile, trying not to look guilty.
“One of the best parts of being a Dom is reading body language, and you, my naughty little cock-slut, are thinking something else. Something that I like.”
I squirm on my seat for a little longer, knowing he’s going to give me what I want, only it comes with words, rather than a look. Three little words. “On your knees.”
“This is what I was thinking about, Sir.”
“Then be a good cum-whore and open your mouth.”
It seems that just a little Dom when he’s in boyfriend mode is exactly what we both like, and by the time I finish up my last client, my good mood is still with me. I kiss Saint as I leave to go to the gym. “I’ll see you later. I’ll call a cab if Knox isn’t going to be there,” I say with a wave as I walk out of the door.
The gym is as busy as always, but I manage to see Knox and wave hello before heading down to the yoga room. Blake is already in there, stretching out his limbs. I admire the grace and strength of his body. “Damn, man, I wish I could do that,” I greet him.
“Keep coming to class and you’ll be doing it in no time. Think of what Saint will say when you bend like this.” He laughs and gives me a hug.
I put my mat down, letting it unroll, then adding my towel and starting my own stretches. After a long day bent over different body parts, I need this and know my joints will be cracking and popping as they stretch and realign. The voices of the other people fill the room, but I don’t pay much attention to them. I say hello to a few after the class, but this is my time. My time to calm my brain down, especially after the scene onSunday. The images are still fresh and strong in my mind, and as much as I loved every moment, I need to be able to put it to one side. It’s one part of my life, not all of it.
When Blake starts the class, the chatter stops as we focus and breathe. It’s not until the end and we’re all slowing our breathing down that I hear a whisper and my name mentioned. I try to tune it out, but I recognise the voice. Tate.
Now, there’s no way I’m going to be able to ignore him, he must be close for me to hear a whisper.
“He was stood on one of the low tables totally naked and wanking for four Doms.”
“You’re not supposed to talk about what happens—you know the bloody rules. Anyway, he can hear you.”
His voice drops lower; this time I can’t work out what he’s saying.
Blake speaks slowly, letting us come out of our zones in our own time. I stand up slowly, letting the class empty before gathering my kit. I give Tate and Roman time to leave. “Thanks, Blake, I needed that.”
When I get to the main gym, I can’t see Knox. I really need to talk to him; he’ll know what’s going on. He should know that the two guys were discussing the club and what I did there. I hang around for a few more minutes, but there’s no sign of him, so he must be in a class.
When I get outside, Tate is leaning against the wall, his foot up resting on it and his arms crossed casually over his chest. He’s a beautiful man, but he loses all of that when he sneers at me.
“What do you want, Tate?”
He smiles, but it’s got an edge to it I don’t like. He pushes away from the wall, walking the six or seven strides it takes to reach me. “I just wanted to see if you were okay. I was surprised to see you. I thought you’d be too upset. I mean, you’re a new sub, so you’re bound to have more feelings for your first Dom. Saint said he was going to explain it to you after he came to see me last night. He was embarrassed by your attempt on Sunday night, and I get it. I saw you, and you looked so amateur, like a kid trying his first wank. Anyway, I just wanted to say no hard feelings. I’m sure with a bit of training, you’ll get your own Dom soon. It’s time to leave the big boy to me. But I didn’t want to leave you with no one to train you, to teach you exactly how to sub.”
I can’t think of anything to say except he’s lying. There’s no way Saint would go to him, and after the loving and tenderness he’s shown me since then, I know he loves me. But he did go out, he did leave me for a long time. I can’t believe he would do this to me. Before I can think of a reply, Oscar walks around corner. My heart stops. I step back as he rubs his hands together.
“I think you and I have a scene to finish. Somewhere more private this time, since your Dom,” he sneers the word. “Had me banned from all the clubs.”
Tate steps next to him and grins. “Y’see, Noah? You shouldn’t start something you can’t finish.”
Just as Oscar reaches for me, the door behind me opens, and I hear Knox call out. “Noah?” Then he gets closer. “What the fuck is going on?”
“Fuck off, Knox, this is between me and the boy,” Oscar growls. Tate looks like he’s about to come in his pants.
I risk looking behind me, Knox looks angrier than I’ve ever seen him.
“Let’s go.” There’s panic in Tate’s voice as he tugs on the hideous man’s arm.
“What the fuck just happened?” Knox asks, his hands on my shoulders.
I start to shake, relief overtaking the absolute fear that had me paralysed. “Fuck, Knox. I need Saint.”
Not telling Noah about the conversations I’ve had with Aaron—and even Jackson, confirming Aaron’s thoughts—has been difficult. Having to seek out Tate is making it worse. The last thing I want to be doing on a Tuesday night is hanging around Bound, waiting for Tate to finish a scene, but what I have to say needs to be said in person. He’s the sort of brat that will deny a conversation rather than admit he’s in the wrong.
