Page 42 of A Master's Destiny
I am completely devasted by what I have done.
A few minutes later, a medic arrives at the table. He lifts off the cold compress, and I am forced to confront the damage I’ve caused. Her pristine skin is now marred by an angry red mark where the wax made contact with her skin, and I can already see blisters forming.
Tears prick my eyes as I take her hand and squeeze it. “They were new candles. I should have tested them on myself first. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, Sir,” she answers in a quavering voice.
The medic helps her off the table and walks her out of the room. The silence that follows is deafening as all eyes turn to me.
Master Nosh stands beside Vendari Steele and asks me, “What happened here?”
I shake my head, looking down at the candles. “I bought soy candles because of the low melting point.”
Master Nosh picks one up and frowns. “These do not feel like soy wax.”
“I honestly thought they were soy candles, but I must have picked up the wrong ones at the shop.” Looking down at the floor, I frown, realizing my error. “I should have tested them before I used them. This is my fault.”
“Yes, it is,” Master Nosh agrees. “Thankfully, you removed the wax quickly or she might have suffered permanent scars.”
I shudder, horrified by the thought.
Vendari Steele addresses the entire group, “Mistakes happen. It is a risk we take when we choose to play out a BDSM scene. Even the simplest tool can cause permanent damage if you are not careful, as was evidenced tonight. It happens to all of us at some point, but it is our duty as a Dominant to learn from those mistakes and ensure they do not happen again.”
His words sound muffled and far off.
The only thing I can hear are her screams, and the only thing I see is the look of pain on her beautiful face.
I broke the trust she placed in me. I was responsible for her care and wellbeing, and I failed her.
Master Nosh grabs my shoulder, interrupting my thoughts. “Go to my office and wait for me there, Mr. Davis.”
I nod absently, heading to the door.
Master Nosh calls out to the rest of the class, “Continue.”
I hear the activity in the room start up again as I leave. But, instead of heading to Master Nosh’s office, I head straight to my car.
I have no business being a Dominant. The mistake I made was inexcusable and there’s no coming back from this.
I unlock the door to my apartment and find Anderson dancing in the kitchen with his headphones on while whipping up a dish.
I try to sneak into my bedroom without him noticing me, but I hear an inhuman screech and then he starts laughing. “You scared the crap out of me, buddy. I thought you had class tonight.”
The minute I turn around to face him, he frowns. “What happened?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
Anderson immediately turns off the stove and leaves the kitchen. He grabs me by the arm and guides me to the sofa. “You look like you just got hit by a Mack truck.”
“It was a Mack truck of my own making,” I tell him miserably.
“What do you mean?”
I swallow hard, finding it difficult to say the words out loud. “I hurt my submissive tonight.”
The ugly admission hangs in the air like a curse on my soul.
“How?” he asks in disbelief.
