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Aubrey

There was no smell of popcorn, the one scent apart from sex that I always associated with Southern Belle’s, Instead the heavy scent of cloves and other Christmas herbs filled my nose. It was a heady scent, but it wasn’t the same.

Southern Bella’s should always smell like popcorn and sex.

Something’s should never change.

Slipping towards the bar in the corner, I let my eyes wander over the regulars who were already busy enjoying their very own Christmas party.

I was late and the festivities had begun without me. Not that it really mattered to me. I wasn’t here to play with anyone but my two doms.

James and Benji would be here somewhere, waiting for me. And neither of them would be happy that I was late.

Turning on my heel, I scanned the room. The small stage to the left had drawn quite a crowd already and it was in that direction that my feet took me, or at least they tried. An age spotted hand complete with talon like silver nails closed around my arm. Drawing me to a stop.

“There you are sugar, I thought you weren’t going to make it.”

Tearing my eyes away from that small stage I gave Southern Belle’s owner Miss Belle the obligatory kiss on both cheeks. “Of course, I came.” My eyes kept darting to the stage, and I couldn’t help the frown that marred my face. There was something familiar about the dark head of the man up there. Something uncomfortably familiar. “Benji and James,” another glance. “Invited me. Are they around?”

“Yes of course, why don’t you head on downstairs. And I’ll get them for you.”

She was trying to get rid of me, every suspicion I had bubbled up to the surface.

I had thought that things had been going great between the three of us over the last six months. Things had been slowly progressing into something that resembled a relationship and not just one that of a sub and her masters and yet James was the one up there on that stage I was sure of it.

My beautiful James, checking the knots of the ropes suspending a blonde from the ceiling, even from across the room I could see the concentration on his face as he ran his fingers over the rope that bound her.

Jealousy bloomed in my chest.

“It is fine, I can see he is otherwise engaged this evening.” The venom in my voice couldn’t be disguised no matter how hard I tried. Every part of me wanted to throw a tantrum but I wouldn’t give James or Benji that kind of excuse to punish me, and anyway, there was absolutely nothing in the contract I had signed saying they couldn’t explore with other women. It was me who wasn’t allowed to play with others. When I had signed that piece of paper I hadn’t even thought about It. I had assumed, wrongly it seemed that they would be as loyal to me as I was to them.

“Aubrey, sweet child it’s not what you are thinking.” Miss Belle easily read the pain on my face.

I didn’t answer her, it was exactly what I was thinking. My eyes didn’t lie. “It’s fine Miss Belle. really.” Again, I kissed her cheek. “Will you excuse me?”

Sadness filled her eyes as she nodded. “They will not be happy that you have jumped to such conclusions, Aubrey.”

I walked away and didn’t look back.

Things had been going so well, maybe even too well. I had let my guard down and started to grow attached. A rooky mistake, the relationship between the three of us wasn’t anything other than a contract of mutual pleasure.

“Drink?”

A glass of amber liquid was thrust towards me. For a second, I let my eyes study the tanned hand and then slowly lifted my eyes. The face smiling down at me, was handsome if you liked older men,

“Thank you, I don’t usually take drinks from strangers but just this once….” Every atom of my being wanted to turn around and see if James was still up on that stage. I didn’t. I didn’t know what I would do if things had progressed further than him just checking ropes. “Thank you.”

“You look very beautiful this evening; I’ve seen you around, but you are rarely alone.” His fingers brush against mine. “Are you alone tonight of all nights?”

“Well, I’m talking to you so I’m not really alone, now am I?” smiling up into his face, I smoothed my hand down the tight red dress I was wearing. His eyes followed the movement like I knew they would.

“I guess not. What is your name?” Another step closer and his chest brush against my breasts. He was already breathing heavily. Whether he had seen me around or not didn’t matter. He was new. All eager to get stuck in and have his fill.

Total newbie.

He didn’t understand the game yet.

“Names aren’t important here.” I reminded him with the breathiest giggle I could manage. “I think there’s another question you might want to ask me though?”

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