<<<. Avery. >>
I hastily wear my blouse and skirt and wince at realization I don’t have any fucking panties. I grab the corset and open the door to walk outside, while cool air brushes my bare ass.
A complete jerk! A fucking asshole!
I could totally throttle him right now. I can’t believe I thought we had chemistry.
I pass through the hallways we passed before, while kissing and groping each other. Some scenes in playrooms are still going on. I pause to think. Would I like to come back here again? I left the checklist folder on the bed in spite.
“Fuck,” I mutter. Too bad I liked this place.
“Miss Collins!” a voice calls me out and I turn to see a waitress. No, the outfit is too sexy to be a waitress. Or maybe a girl doing a waitress roleplay? She is holding a tray, with some food and a bottle, in her hands. The fragrance of food makes my stomach growl.
She smiles.
“Master Miller ordered some food for you, but your door was locked.”
I raise my brow at her.
“And where is he?” Couldn’t he tell me where he was going? I was barely a door away.
“He left in a hurry. He ordered me to take care of you.”
Fucker. As if informing me would have taken too much of his time. I ignore the resentment and ask, “What do you mean by take care of me?”
She bites her lips and says, “It could mean anything depending upon what you want or need…”
“What is your name?”
“Pet.”
I almost rolled my eyes at her. But I know she is role playing and I shouldn’t offend her.
“Look, I am not into girls and I am really annoyed at him for leaving like this.”
She raises her tray in hands and asks in a sweet voice, “Are you into food? We could enjoy the food together and bitch about someone leaving you behind without notice?” She bats her eyelashes at me and I laugh.
My back is still sore and my ass is still tingling. Lena’s place is an hour away from here. I don’t think I can drive this
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long in this state, and I am really really hungry right now. Food would be a good idea. Maybe it would fix my sour
mood.
“Okay.” I nod and tell her. Then we walk towards the room again.
“But I don’t remember the pin,” I tell her as we pause at the door.
“Oh, I have an access card.” She points her chin at a card on her tray.
I frown and pick it up to swipe the room open.
“Are you working here or are you here for role play?” I ask and she giggles without answering me. This girl is confusing.
She puts the tray on the table, and I take a seat to eat the food. M has ordered some champagne along with some juicy beef steak. This was thoughtful of him. We were so immersed in each other we didn’t eat much while watching others play.
I don’t have my phone, so I can confront him and give him an earful. I want to tell myself maybe he rushed out in some emergency, but another part is sure he just wanted to fuck me once and get it over with. It’s really confusing. Everything was going perfectly until he vanished.
“You haven’t filled your checklist,” she comments and I come out of my chain of thoughts. She picks up my folder from the bed and brings it near me. I was so angry I had left it here on purpose.
“Yea.. not yet… I don’t want to eat alone. Come here. Take a seat.” I tell her.
She comes next to me and kneels.
“What are you doing?” I ask her, alarmed.
“I am not allowed to sit at the table with a Dom.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake!
The feminist in me hates this very idea.
‘As if you did not enjoy getting cropped and spanked barely half an hour ago.’ A voice tells me and I push it away.
“I am not a Dom. And it’s my first day. So you can sit here.”
“Oh!” she says and takes a seat opposite to me.
“Who is your master?” I ask as and I serve some potion on a plate while she pours some champagne for both of us.
“Master Jonas.”
“I met him today. But he was with someone else.”
I tell her, remembering him with a girl with a leash around her neck.
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She sighs.” I was being naughty this evening, so he ordered me to serve five Doms. After that, he will take me back.”
I look at her, horrified.
She frowns and tells me. “Don’t judge me.”
I blink. “Oh! No No, I am not judging you.” I say, trying to quickly swallow the juicy beef steak in my mouth.
“I am new here. So… this thing.. serving others. Is it a must? What if I don’t want to serve others or play with others?”
…. or fuck numerous men. Serving means it can involve sex, too. Right?
She waves the folder at me. “Then you make it a hard limit.”
“Oh..”
Then she leans onto the table whispers–as if someone could hear us. “I topped My Master from the bottom.”
“What?” I ask in confusion and she giggles like a little girl.
“What does it mean? This ‘top from bottom‘ thing.”
She takes a sip; her posture is more relaxed and open.
“It means making a Dom do what I want… It’s like taking control from him even when he doesn’t realize.” She giggles.
Oh…
“You topped me from the bottom and ruined all my plans for the night.” M had told me.
“So you wanted to serve other doms, and that’s why you were being naughty… So he will punish you,” I connect the
dots.
“It’s more like I wanted to be punished by anything, but he chose this punishment.”
“Are you enjoying it?”
“I am eating a juicy steak with awesome champagne. What else do you expect?”
I smile.
“Would it be offensive if I asked what you do in real life?”
She nods. “It is offensive. Nobody talks about that here. But you are new, so that’s okay for the first time…. I am a news reporter, by the way.”
My jaw goes slack.
“This is why the NDAs are important to join this place. I mean, can you imagine the headlines it would make if people knew I get off by serving men like a slave?” she says with a smirk.
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After food, Pet–she refused to give me her name–makes me open my shirt and checks my back for wains
“M checked it.. I mean Master Miller or whatever you call him. He checked it.” I tell her.
“Sometimes bruises don’t appear until after a few hours… Did you feel any mood drop or something
“No. Although I was furious…. when I noticed he had left.”
*I understand… I really hope he has some good excuse.” She tells me in a sympathetic voice, while I wear my shirt
back.
“I almost cried,” I admit in a low voice. Honestly I am still feeling shameful and worthless.
She gives me a rueful smile. “Anybody would. But it is possible you had a minor sub drop.” She tells me while pushing me onto the bed.
“What’s a sub drop?” I ask her.
“It’s a reaction… which usually happens to subs after an intense session. Considering it was your first time and the way he left…” she trails off and I nod.
She tucks me into sheets like a little girl, and I am amused. Then she picks up the folder and sits next to me.
“Let’s figure out your kinks and mark it on this BDSM checklist.”
