Page 15 of S is for…

Except that Peter’s cold indifference and possible hate were palpable.His cold disdain battered against her, making her feel small and stupid.

She fought the feeling, saying nothing when, after Master Ben and Josslyn left, he reattached the nipple clamps and had her go table to table taking drink orders.

She held onto her submission with both hands when he ordered her to crawl under a table and suck another Dom’s cock.

The gentle way the other Dom’s fingers slid through her hair before cupping the back of her head and forcing her to gag on his cock brought tears to her eyes.And not just because she was gagging.

The mix of tender and hard she felt in this other man’s touch, made it crystal clear for her what was wrong.

Being used by a man who hated you was degrading in the wrong way.

She felt sick and stupid and small.

Diann yanked her head back, and when the Dom held on, she twisted her head side to side frantically, while being mindful not to hurt his cock, still in her mouth.

This Dom, unlike the man currently topping her, gave a shit.

A second later his cock was out of her mouth, and he was kneeling, his chair shoved back.

His face was a study in concern.“Are you?—”

Diann clenched her teeth but couldn’t stop the sob, and the fact that she was crying made her angry.So blindingly angry.

The Dom grabbed her, pulling her out from under the table.During her stints as a server and cocktail waitress, Peter left her hands free to help support the tray when she moved and for the heavier items like plates and whole bottles of wine.

But before he’d ordered her to suck another man’s cock, he’d once more restrained her hands behind her back.

She knelt there on the floor, helpless and sobbing, her teeth clenched, and the Dom hugged her with one arm and worked the cuffs with the other.

She heard the murmurs, and the footsteps.Knew Peter was there because she recognized his shoes as he stopped beside the kneeling Dom who was still holding her.

He was just standing there, looking down at her.

What a perfect fucking metaphor.

Diann looked up, met his gaze.His expression was flat, until he saw her tears.Then his gaze jumped to the other man, as if it was his fault.

“Fuck you.”The words were spidery and soft.Diann cleared her throat.“Fuck.You.Peter.”

He jerked, eyes wide as he looked at her.

“Help me up,” she demanded.

The Dom helped her to her feet and then finished uncuffing her hands.

Peter should have objected.She was his sub for the night.But he didn’t care enough.

“Fuck you,” she snarled, voice thick with tears.“Fuck you for making me feel like a piece of shit.”

Peter’s expression went flat again.“I used you exactly the way you want to be used.”

“And you made me feel like shit because of it.”Both her hands were free now, and Diann pointed at him, nearly stabbing him in the face with her finger.

“What we did here isn’t anything we haven’t done before.”

“Bullshit.”This scene was nothing like what they’d had before.If Peter had been this flat, emotionless monster who made her feel shame she’d worked so hard to overcome, Diann would never have worn his collar or accepted a place as his bonded sub.

Diann wanted to push him, maybe even slap him, but she forced her hands down to her sides.“You hate me, because you fell in love and I didn’t.”

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