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“Do you and your Dom ever do anything like that?”

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “Too hardcore for me. Sometimes when I’ve been bad, Papi will give me a spanking. He might use a flogger on me from time to time, but not so intensely.”

At my surprised look, he smiled again. “He stopped after just a few strokes, and it was one of the floggers Doms use that have the softer falls. He didn’t hurt me, because I don’t like pain. The spankings hurt a lot more, and Papi said they were supposed to, because I was being disciplined. I had blown half my salary on some new running shoes.”

“Does he spank you often?”

“No. Just enough, I’d say,” and he dropped one eyelid in a wink. We both started laughing, and for the first time, I could see that Cruz might just be a bit of a brat at times, even if it was just to get his Dom’s attention.

“Mostly, he just takes care of me. Makes sure I go to bed on time, do my class assignments and don’t eat too much junk food. And that I don’t spend all my money shopping on Amazon. I’m really not good at handling money, so he takes care of all that for me. He gives me a weekly allowance.”

“Of your own money?”

“It’s not like that. I want him too. I’m not good with money, like I said. I need his help and I wasn’t ashamed to ask for it. If he didn’t help, I’d probably spend way too much and be in debt up to my eyeballs or maybe even have lost my apartment.” He gave me a long, level look and I blushed with shame. Like me. He was talking about me, and I was embarrassed. The next minute though, he put his arm around me.

“Remember I told you once that every relationship is different and has to be worked out between the two people involved. This is what works for us—it might not work for everyone. You have to find out what will work for you.”

“I think it sounds good to have someone who can help you out that way. As long as he’s not mean about it.”

“Papi is never mean to me. Even if he spanks me, he always kisses it and makes it better, if you know what I mean. In fact, sometimes, when I feel like I need a little attention, I might even provoke him a little bit.”

“I heard that, brat,” came a voice from behind us, and Master Michael leaned over to plant a big kiss on Cruz’s cheek.

“Papi!” Cruz said and jumped up to throw his arms around him.

Michael’s lips trailed down to Cruz’s ear and he whispered something that made him blush and say, “Yes, Sir,” in a soft, sexy voice and give a little laugh. He threw his arms around Michael’s neck. “I didn’t expect you back tonight, Papi.”

“We finished early, so I came to see what you were up to.” He glanced over at me. “Hello, Connor. It’s good to see you in the club. Has my boy been showing you around? Do you like what you see?”

Another man came up beside us and clapped Michael on the shoulder. “Hi, Mike. It’s good to see you.” He was a handsome man, with dark flecks of gold in his brown eyes, and golden hair to match them. He was a handsome man, but there was something about him that seemed arrogant, in a way. Like he knew how good he looked in those black jeans he was wearing.

“Sorry, but I couldn’t help overhearing you just then, Mike,” the man said, He turned those warm eyes toward me. “And I definitely like what I’m seeing. Do you need someone to show this boy around? I’d be glad to.”

Why was he talking about me like I wasn’t even around? My instant dislike for him solidified. “He is standing right here,” I said. “And Cruz has shown me all I needed to see.”

The brown eyes widened a little and something passed over his face that was gone again too quickly to identify just what it was I’d seen.

Michael jumped in to smooth things over. "Connor is here as our guest and still thinking about joining. He’s not a member here yet."

The man replied to Michael, keeping his eyes on me. "So he’s not yours? No wonder his manners are so bad."

"No, Connor is just our friend.”

“Ours?”

“Mine and Cruz’s. Cruz is mine.”

“And yet he has no collar.” He shook his head and made a little tsking sound. ‘’You better tighten that up, Mike.”

He clapped Michael on the shoulder again and walked away, smiling a little as Michael glared after him. “Asshole,” he muttered, not quite under his breath.

“Who was that, Papi? He talked about us like we were property.”

“He’s a new Dom—Master Alex I think. I’ve seen him around some in the club the past few weeks.”

“He’s arrogant,” I said.

“Goes with the territory for some Doms, unfortunately, Connor, but not all Doms are like that. Just stay away from him and tell Master Jared if he bothers you.”

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