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.He’s harmless.”Lori didn’t believe those words, but she hoped she conveyed them to Margaret.Nothing about Jude was harmless.Not where it concerned Lori anyway.She turned her face to glare at Jude, still holding Margaret’s chin.“I’m in charge here,” she said for both Jude’s and Margaret’s benefit.She righted herself and petted her sub to soothe her.Or maybe Lori was the one needing the soothing.Her heart pounded and she had trouble keeping her hands from shaking.Smoothing her palms over Margaret helped ground her.She needed to regain control of her scene.Her mind warred with itself to turn around and tell Jude to get the fuck out of Emergence.It wasn’t something she could quite muster.She needed to keep her chin high and perform her scene, and then she could leave Emergence herself and suck oxygen into her burning lungs.She struck Margaret again, her wrist looser, the flogger landing just above her sub’s butt crack.A squeak escaped Margaret’s mouth this time.Lori paused to catch her breath.She felt winded.Light-headed.“You can’t let her get away with that,” Jude instructed.“You told her no noises.”Lori lifted her gaze to his, her nostrils flaring now.She narrowed her eyes at him, seeing him clearer.His head had been shaved recently, within a few weeks.The dark stubble invited her to run her hand over the short growth that extended to his stubbly beard.He was darker than she’d ever seen.Tanned.His bare chest rose and fell with his breaths, begging her to run her tongue over it.Whatever he’d been doing, it had been outside.He was wider too.His shoulders broader than she remembered, or maybe he was just larger than life right at that moment.And he sported a tattoo now, something she couldn’t see clearly from this angle on his bicep.He winked at her, making her angrier.“Jude, you’re not in charge of this evening,” she managed.His smile disappeared in an instant, and he leaned toward her as though she were his.For a split second she was his again.She wasn’t the only one who felt it.He lifted a hand and opened his mouth as though his next words were going to put her in her place—at his feet.His pointer even extended.She’d seen that stance before.Many times.He would command her to front and center when she didn’t perform to his expectations, and she would scamper to kneel at his feet, knees spread, arms behind her, forehead on his toes.When she was in that position, she was totally his.Not today, buddy.I’m not yours anymore.You gave that up when you told me not to let the door hit me in the ass on the way out.Nevertheless her brain scrambled and she couldn’t form the words she badly wanted to say to him.Get.The.Fuck.Off.My.Scene.Instead of finishing his signature, point-to-heel move, he flexed his palm and stepped around Lori to her bag.Her bag.Not his.Even though he’d bought her the duffle and most of the accoutrements inside had been chosen by him, it was hers now.Before she could utter another syllable, he returned, holding a ball gag she knew well.He lifted her free hand and set the toy in her palm.When she angled her narrowed gaze at him, he held his brows high as if to say, “Well, get to it.You know where it goes.”Lori snatched the toy from him and tossed it back toward her bag.It hit the floor, almost making its target.Burning anger mixed with lust.She met his gaze dead on, something she never would have done in the past.“This is my scene, Jude.” She kept her voice low, trying not to involve the entire room in her altercation.“And it looks like you could use a few pointers.”She gritted her teeth and glanced around.At least a dozen people were watching, paying close attention.They were frozen.It wasn’t often someone interrupted a scene.That sort of behavior was strictly forbidden.As Lori turned to face Jude again, Carlton stepped through the crowd.The front door manager at Emergence didn’t tolerate any violation of the rules.But would he exert his power over his long-time close friend, even though Jude hadn’t been around for over two years? “Jude.” He shook his head.“What’re you doing, man?”Lori stepped back and turned her attention to Margaret.She leaned in and kissed her ear, and then she whispered to her, “It’s okay, pet.” She stroked Margaret’s lower lip.“Ready for more?”“Yes, Mistress.” Margaret didn’t lift her gaze [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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