Page 17 of The Cat's Dom

Macy nodded but didn’t release Cat to shake his hand. The group looked down at Brad’s pictures spread out over the makeshift table they had used that morning.

“These are the main pieces of equipment that most of the clubs have,” Brad said, pointing at several pictures. “It depends on how big the club is and how many you want.”

“There are eight thousand feet on this floor. It’s so big because we have several private rooms,” Link said. “The only people that can come will be members. We’re already vetting people that have applied for membership.”

“We want to keep each crowd on the smaller side because we want to be able to protect the subs, but we can’t see them if there are three hundred people here,” Jake said. “Plus, what makes it even harder is that they tend to be on the small side, so it’s easier for them to get lost in a crowd,” he said, glancing at Cat and then laughing.

Macy smiled when she just snorted. They went through the different equipment. It was harder because each piece had different styles, like the crosses. There were deluxe, standard, and St. Andrews. Some were padded, and some were not.

Brad held up a picture. “These are a few examples of the cages…”

Macy felt Cat stiffen before she yanked her hand away and ran.

Fuck. “Keep going, and I’ll take care of her,” Macy said.

The men nodded, and looked concerned. He tracked her by the sounds she was making. While they stood with the man, he had wondered if any of the pictures would give her flashbacks. He pushed open the door and went outside to see her by her car, frantically trying to get her keys out of her pocket. His stomach twisted when he heard the gut-wrenching sobs coming from her. She screamed when he picked her up and continued to fight.

“You bastard, let me go,” she screamed. “You have no right to touch me…”

Her fighting went on as he decided the best and most private place they could sit at that moment. He decided on his truck and headed that way. He opened the door and then looked down at the woman, still trying to get free. “Cat!” Macy said. It didn’t get through her mental breakdown. He deepened his voice, using his Dom tone, hoping he would get through to her without freaking her out more. “Cat! Enough. Settle down.”

Cat stopped, and it looked like she had deflated like a balloon. She went from fighting to lying limply in his arms but still cried.

Macy got them in his truck with her on his lap, shut the door, and made sure she was comfortable. He reached into the glove compartment and grabbed some napkins. Then he pressed his lips against the top of her head as she sobbed. “That right, Baby. Get it all out. I’m here for you, and you’re not alone.”

He heard her say something but didn’t catch it. “What, Baby?”

“I … I’ll always be alone.”

“That’s not true. You’ve got me, and you’re making more friends all the time. The four men I call my friends are the only family I’ve known.”

“You don’t understand,” she said and cried so hard she gagged.

Macy held onto her and gave her time to stop crying before he cleaned up her tears and made her blow her nose. He started asking questions when she weakly leaned against him and just breathed. “Now, tell me what I don’t understand?” he asked.

Cat shook her head.

“Baby, we’re not leaving this truck until I get some answers.” He waited patiently.

“I can’t be with people.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m defective. I’m broken, and no one should have someone like that in their life.”

“That’s pure bullshit. There is nothing wrong with you.”

“You don’t know me yet.”

He kissed the top of her head. He wished he could take away all her pain, but he knew it would take time. “Where did you get this information?”

“After I lost my parents, I was given to a man. That’s what my parents’ official will said—he was supposed to be my guardian.”

He let her think for a moment.

“He wasn’t a good man.”

“Can you tell me why?” Macy knew some of it but needed to hear everything she told him without flying off the handle. She needed him to stay calm.

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