moment to get her attention. Laera excused herself and came over.
“Could you go check on Sue for me, please?” asked Bruce. “And tell her I’ve got Dane here if she wants him.”
Dane raised an eyebrow at Bruce deciding he was going to stay. Still, he had nothing better to do. And Bruce knew Sue. I might be able to pump him for information and learn more about what makes her tick.
“Yes, Master. I like that better than you going and being alone in a room with her,” Laera said.
Bruce frowned.
Laera shrugged. “I trust you. But damn. An ex-girlfriend. I’m not perfect.”
Dane raised an eyebrow but said nothing. An ex-girlfriend, hmm? And I’m pretty sure Bruce wasn’t the submissive one in that arrangement.
Bruce nodded. “No one is. I won’t make you suffer. Go see Sue.”
Dane studied Bruce as Laera left. Bruce was lost in thought but not upset.
“You’re taking that well.”
“Laera loves me. She’s, well, attached. And attachment comes with a certain amount of suffering. That’s understandable.”
“Buddhist philosophy?” He’d heard Bruce called the Zen master, often with some amusement. “But without attachment, without passion, what’s the point?”
Bruce smiled. “Oh, Laera has helped me understand that side of things too.”
Chapter Seven
Knock, knock . It didn’t sound loud enough for Dane, so Sue ignored it. She didn’t want to play with a sub tonight. She wasn’t sure what she felt. Her emotions were confusing her, and she wished she could sort them out. Dane was incredibly attractive to her. But everything she’d been building up for herself since Bruce released her said that Dane was exactly the wrong kind of man.
Laid out on the bed before her was the last dominatrix outfit she’d packed: tight leather pants and a killer black corset with a ton of buckles. The sprung-steel boning of the corset was so hard, it felt like a suit of armor. She usually had someone lace it up for her, but she’d learned to do a halfway decent job of it herself. If she could find Laera, maybe Laera could give it the extra pull of tightness that would squeeze her stomach in and make the most of her cleavage.
A suit of armor would be good right now.
And yet she felt so soft with Dane. And that felt good too.
Well, I’m not going to go out in undies and a shirt. I don’t have anything soft to wear. Or submissive. Not that I want to go out in public looking like a slave girl. Especially not without Dane at my side. So the armor it is.
“Sue?” Laera’s voice came from right next to her and made her jump.
“Laera! How the heck did you get in here?”
“Um, you gave me a key, remember?”
“Well, you’re too late. Dane has left.”
Laera smirked. “I’m not too late. I peeked in on you then too.”
Sue blushed. What had Laera seen? It had seemed like a good idea at the time. A safety measure.
“I never thought I’d see you tied up,” Laera went on. “But it looked like you were enjoying yourself. You looked blissed out. And Dane…”
“What about Dane?”
“Well, he’s certainly a nice piece of eye candy.”
Sue grinned. That he was. And Laera hadn’t even seen his cock—or had she? “You didn’t see us when we were, um, um…”
“Whatever it is, I’d expect you could talk about it,” said Laera. “Didn’t you once give a public talk about cock and ball torture? Really, what has you blushing?”
Sue harumphed. “Fine! Sex! When we were fucking!”
Laera shook her head. “Nope. Sorry I missed it.” She bit her lip as if suppressing a giggle.
Sue’s eyes narrowed. “So if you’re not here for that… Oh, that was you knocking. But why’d you let yourself in?” It was in invasion of privacy, at best. What if she’d been masturbating or with a sub?
“Master Bruce seemed to think it was urgent I check on you. And you know, what Master wants, Master gets.” Laera’s eyes danced with mischief. “I just follow orders like a good girl.”
Sue
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