the ass for Brent personally.
Dex shifted in his chair before taking a generous sip of coffee. “So what’s the problem? You were acting like you were marking your territory down on the dungeon floor. I’ve never seen you like that with any woman, especially not a sub. And while Sandra had eyes for no one but you, she seemed incredibly unsure of herself and tentative about your attention. So what gives? Something just isn’t adding up.”
Brent steeled himself for the next phase of the conversation. He wasn’t sure how his friend would react, but he knew how
he
would react if their situations were reversed. “She doesn’t realize who I am yet.”
A bark of laughter boomed from Dex before he relaxed back against his chair. “The plot thickens. All right. I can see how she might not recognize you. You once showed me a few pictures of you from high school, and man, I’ve got to tell you, even if I’d been your best friend back then I probably wouldn’t recognize you now. When are you going to tell her? You know you have to.”
His direct gaze drilled into Brent, who met it squarely. “It hasn’t been the right time yet. But I do plan to tell her.”
Dex shook his head. “You’re playing with fire, man. I assume she’s already a member and has asked you to be her Dom by now.”
It wasn’t a question, so Brent didn’t bother to respond. Dex was only telling him what he already knew.
“The future revelation of who you really are is going to damage the trust between you. And it’s my job as your friend and someone who helped you set up this place to tell you that you need to find a way to tell her as soon as possible. Before you both get in too deep.”
Brent unclenched his jaw. “I plan to. And I know it sounds like I’m making excuses, but due to the circumstances…” He pulled Mason’s note out of his pocket. “Did you ever meet my friend Mason?”
Dex shook his head. “No, but you’ve told me about him. Owns a dungeon in New York, right?”
Brent nodded and handed Dex the note.
After scanning the note, Dex muttered, “Shit. No wonder she looks like a scared rabbit about to bolt. Do you know exactly what happened?”
Brent shook his head. “I’m going to call Mason in the morning. I have some suspicions from her limits, but I have a feeling there’s much more than I know or even suspect.”
Dex shifted in his chair. “You know this makes it even more important that you don’t damage her trust. It’s obvious that you’re her Dom of choice. I can be her friend, but even if she chose to do scenes with me, we’d never have the connection you two obviously already have.”
Dex’s words echoed Brent’s view of the situation. He would prefer that he be Sandra’s only Dom, but in the end if it was best for her to play elsewhere he would support her choice. But he’d already seen her with Dex, and she’d shown no signs of being the least bit attracted to the big man. Brent was ashamed to admit that he’d been relieved. Dex was one of the most sought-after Doms in the dungeon. The man might work mostly a desk job, but he took care of himself. Like Brent, Dex held a black belt in karate and judo, and his vigilant training showed in his physique.
“Thanks for being a good friend, Dex. I’ll do the right thing for her. After I talk to Mason I’ll give you an update so if Sandra does need a friend to talk to who isn’t her Dom, you’ll be armed with information.”
Dex nodded and stood, his chair scraping quietly against the tile as it moved back. “Until then, do you mind if I try to dig into this a little more?” He held up the note from Mason.
There was very limited information other than Diego’s first name, but Brent was sure Dex could find the restraining order and go from there. He nodded, grateful for any help or information his friend could offer.
Dex tucked the note in his pocket. “Oh, and Brent. Try to get some sleep. You look like crap.”
Brent laughed. Dex
Dex shifted in his chair before taking a generous sip of coffee. “So what’s the problem? You were acting like you were marking your territory down on the dungeon floor. I’ve never seen you like that with any woman, especially not a sub. And while Sandra had eyes for no one but you, she seemed incredibly unsure of herself and tentative about your attention. So what gives? Something just isn’t adding up.”
Brent steeled himself for the next phase of the conversation. He wasn’t sure how his friend would react, but he knew how
he
would react if their situations were reversed. “She doesn’t realize who I am yet.”
A bark of laughter boomed from Dex before he relaxed back against his chair. “The plot thickens. All right. I can see how she might not recognize you. You once showed me a few pictures of you from high school, and man, I’ve got to tell you, even if I’d been your best friend back then I probably wouldn’t recognize you now. When are you going to tell her? You know you have to.”
His direct gaze drilled into Brent, who met it squarely. “It hasn’t been the right time yet. But I do plan to tell her.”
Dex shook his head. “You’re playing with fire, man. I assume she’s already a member and has asked you to be her Dom by now.”
It wasn’t a question, so Brent didn’t bother to respond. Dex was only telling him what he already knew.
“The future revelation of who you really are is going to damage the trust between you. And it’s my job as your friend and someone who helped you set up this place to tell you that you need to find a way to tell her as soon as possible. Before you both get in too deep.”
Brent unclenched his jaw. “I plan to. And I know it sounds like I’m making excuses, but due to the circumstances…” He pulled Mason’s note out of his pocket. “Did you ever meet my friend Mason?”
Dex shook his head. “No, but you’ve told me about him. Owns a dungeon in New York, right?”
Brent nodded and handed Dex the note.
After scanning the note, Dex muttered, “Shit. No wonder she looks like a scared rabbit about to bolt. Do you know exactly what happened?”
Brent shook his head. “I’m going to call Mason in the morning. I have some suspicions from her limits, but I have a feeling there’s much more than I know or even suspect.”
Dex shifted in his chair. “You know this makes it even more important that you don’t damage her trust. It’s obvious that you’re her Dom of choice. I can be her friend, but even if she chose to do scenes with me, we’d never have the connection you two obviously already have.”
Dex’s words echoed Brent’s view of the situation. He would prefer that he be Sandra’s only Dom, but in the end if it was best for her to play elsewhere he would support her choice. But he’d already seen her with Dex, and she’d shown no signs of being the least bit attracted to the big man. Brent was ashamed to admit that he’d been relieved. Dex was one of the most sought-after Doms in the dungeon. The man might work mostly a desk job, but he took care of himself. Like Brent, Dex held a black belt in karate and judo, and his vigilant training showed in his physique.
“Thanks for being a good friend, Dex. I’ll do the right thing for her. After I talk to Mason I’ll give you an update so if Sandra does need a friend to talk to who isn’t her Dom, you’ll be armed with information.”
Dex nodded and stood, his chair scraping quietly against the tile as it moved back. “Until then, do you mind if I try to dig into this a little more?” He held up the note from Mason.
There was very limited information other than Diego’s first name, but Brent was sure Dex could find the restraining order and go from there. He nodded, grateful for any help or information his friend could offer.
Dex tucked the note in his pocket. “Oh, and Brent. Try to get some sleep. You look like crap.”
Brent laughed. Dex
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