Page 25 of Hannah's Dom

Chapter Twelve

Hannah followed Cat around, meeting people and taking orders. The first hour was uncomfortable because so many men approached her to ask if she had time later. Cat always helped by telling them she needed to get used to the club for a while. They would nod but promise to keep asking.

Cat wiped a hand down her face as they stood at the bar to put in an order. “Hell, woman. The guys might have to think of an idea so you’re not ambushed every other minute. I was hoping Jake would do something.”

She started to ask what Jake could do when another Dom walked up. It was one she hadn’t seen before. She stepped back when he laid his hand on her shoulder. He was too close, and she was feeling overwhelmed.

“Fisher, she’s off limits,” Macy said as he set some glasses down on their tray.

“For now, but I think I can persuade her to spend time with me.”

He was a very handsome man. Probably the most handsome she’d ever met. But Hannah could feel an underlying malice that he was good at hiding behind a bright smile. She always went with her gut, and it was screaming to stay away from him. A man’s eyes couldn’t be that hard and cold and be a good person. She’d always thought the eyes were indeed the windows to the soul, and his were black.

“I think she’s already taken,” Macy said.

The man scowled and still hadn’t let go of her shoulder.

“Who?”

“You’ll find out. But I’d get my hand off of her if I were you.”

Fisher stared down at her for a moment, sending a shiver of fear down her spine. When he used his thumb to caress her skin a few times, she wanted to push him away, but she knew it would be a bad move. She relaxed when he released her and took a step back.

“I’ll be watching for you,” he said, turning and walking off.

Cat grabbed her hand. “Stay away from that guy. He’s always given me the creeps.”

“I felt it, too.” Hannah tried to relax the rest of the evening, but Fisher would be staring at her every time she turned around. She couldn’t help but look around, trying to spot Jake, but she hadn’t seen him at all.

“Is Jake here tonight?” she asked after a few hours.

Cat nodded. “Yes. He’s probably downstairs.”

“What’s downstairs?"

“It’s more hard-core down there. I think you should wait until you get used to the main floor.”

“So, what is his job?” Hannah asked. The thought of him around so many beautiful naked women made her stomach clench in fear. The women she’d seen so far were confident, pretty, and had the model’s body shapes. Some were a little rounder than others, but Hannah felt like a fat cow beside them.

“The monitors are there to keep the subs safe and to help if another Dom has questions or needs help with a scene.”

“Scene?”

“Yeah. A couple or triad do a type of skit. It’s always sexual.”

“Like what?” Hannah asked.

“Like they would play boss and secretary or patient and doctor. They’re fantasies people have thought of but never had a safe place to experience. Plus, a lot of them like to be watched. There are a few private rooms, too, but they’re monitored by someone in the security room.”

Hannah’s mind was spinning. It was a whole other world she had no idea really existed. “Do the monitors touch the women?”

Cat patted her hand. “Sometimes, but it’s usually to show a Dom how to place the subs.”

“Do they have sex with them?” God, did she want to know this?

“I’ve never seen it, but I’ve heard that a few of them do when they aren’t working.”

Macy set the beers down on their trays. “Here you go, girls.”

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