Page 60 of What About Love

“Then I should go with him.” She’d much rather go lick her wounds, but Elaine Danson’s battered face was never far from her thoughts. “I need to go with him, T.”

“We shouldn’t leave her with such a poor impression. Newbie subs often never return. Antonio, isn’t it?” the smooth-talking stranger asked. “I’m Master Enzo,” he said when T didn’t reply. “You have my assurance, sir. I will take excellent care of her.”

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FLASHES OF BLUE LIGHTlit up the roped-off area, as the dom worked the violet wand over Angie’s bound and bared body. She’d kept her panties—by negotiation, surely—but the rest of her was gloriously exposed. From a distance, he could see her breasts tremble, the pointed tips standing out firmly as blue sparks danced between her nipples and the tines of the rake electrode Master Enzo currently used.

T observed intently with Eric at his side.

“This was a suitable solution,” he conceded. “If attention is what we want, this is the way to go about it.”

“Yes. This crowd loves electric play, as you can see, they’re standing five deep. Most likely our perp is nearby, lurking and watching, too. As an added bonus, there’s no direct touching for you to go apeshit over.”

“Any of the DMs would have stopped that scene, including you. And I didn’t go apeshit.”

“Not yet,” Eric drawled, pausing as electrical energy crackled and arced from Angie’s other nipple, eliciting a low groan of pleasure from her throat. “She suits you, T. She definitely likes the restraints, the alternate play, and like you, intense spanking, pain, and protocol is clearly not her thing.” Eric paused again as Angie cried out, her back arching off the table as sparks and light flashed around her.

“You’ll take care of that, won’t you?”

“What’s that?”

“Her disobedience.” He moved closer, lowering his voice. “I’d have never chosen Gregori for her. We’ve had our eye on him. She did that on her own.”

Another lull in their conversation occurred when Master Enzo changed electrodes and the ambient glow went from blue to neon red. He continued on, slowly using a tongue-shaped glass tool down her belly and below, his destination unmistakable.

His teeth clicked together when his jaw clenched, the tension that consumed him earlier making a resurgence as the wand and the dom’s hand hovered over the scrap of lace that served for her panties. Enzo murmured something T couldn’t hear. When she parted her legs, he didn’t need to.

Eric picked up their conversation as if they hadn’t paused. “Although she’s not technically a club member, and I can’t sanction as I would one of our submissives, she’s a Rossi employee, and needs a lesson in following orders. Especially one given by a senior member of the team.”

“I’ll address it,” he promised. Angie deserved a few swats for going OFP, but nothing like what the asshole had laid down. He’d left bruises. While he wanted to scoop her up and take her upstairs to her apartment to tend to them, Enzo had seen to her before assisting her onto the table. “She accomplished one of our goals with that scene,” he admitted grudgingly. “She gave us a perfect reason to assign her to the carousel.”

“Indeed. You’ll be riding with her, I assume?”

“Yes.”

“Imagine that. You’re such a considerate...partner. That’s what you said were, wasn’t it?” Eric’s question didn’t rate an answer. Clearly amused and trying to get a rise out of him, he persisted, “Oh, and, T, you should really stop grinding your teeth. It’s terrible for the enamel.”

“Kiss my ass, Dupree.”

One thing bad about hanging out with doms, they were smart-asses, and too damn observant. Okay, that was two things. Still vastly annoying.

Eric didn’t take offense. “I have a car for her outside and we’ll tail her safely to the apartment.”

“I hate this.”

“I know, but we have to allow opportunity or he’ll target someone else.”

T scanned the crowd. One of these men was the murderer, and they had no clue who.

A hiss of current split the air along with a throaty groan and snapped his attention back to the scene on the bondage table. Angie’s hips bowed upward toward the bolt of red light while her body shuddered in an unmistakable and simply stunning climax.

He responded with a groan of his own as a wave of intense longing rocked his body. Although it was hushed, Eric was too close not to hear.

“You are so fucked, buddy. She’s eager and ripe for the picking. If you don’t fix what’s keeping you from claiming her, and damn soon, someone else will.”

Similar warnings had come from several doms in the brief time he’d been in LA. Obviously, his desire for her was as transparent as glass. He wasn’t fooling anyone, not Angie, or a host of others, and if he was honest, he was doing a lousy job of fooling himself.

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