Simon Says: Mine: A novella (Mountain Masters & Dark Haven Book 2) by Sinclair Cherise
Authors: Sinclair Cherise
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to sample everything a single life had to offer.
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The noise of the party burst over her as she reached the bottom of the stairs. Hauling in a breath, she let her coat flap open— damn the man —and went to have some more fun.
An hour later she couldn’t figure out what had happened with her. The men were wonderful and nice, and she kept saying no to them. Because of Simon . She needed to leave. Being near him affected her judgment, no doubt about it.
On the way to the changing room, she walked past a scene in a nook under the stairs. She glanced in and stopped.
Chained to a post, a ball-gagged woman sobbed violently, tears streaming down her face, as a big dom struck her over and over with a thick cane. Angry crimson welts covered the sub’s body.
The woman saw Rona, and despite the gag, the word she spoke—“red”—came through clearly enough. The safe word.
The dom ignored her. Rona didn’t, and she raised her voice so everyone in the area could hear. “Red! She’s saying ‘red.’ Stop right now.”
The dom glared over his shoulder. “Get the hell out of my scene, slut.” And he turned back, prepared to strike his sub.
Rona took a step forward—damned if she’d stand by—when a steely arm around her waist swung her to one side.
“My job, lass. Thank you for the alert.” Master Simon caught the cane on the downswing and wrenched it from the dom. Rona flinched as she realized that the dom was younger, taller than Simon, and outweighed him by at least fifty pounds.
He swung. Simon slapped the beefy arm to one side, stepped in, and buried his fist in the man’s gut. The man made a horrible sound and folded forward, clenching his abdomen. Turning slightly, Simon slammed the guy’s face into his raised knee. The crack of a nose breaking twisted Rona’s stomach.
Simon let the moaning man drop to the ground and glanced at the gathered guests. “Logan, would you pack up his bag, please. Jake, drag him out?”
Jake nodded, his face rigid.
“Nice work, buddy,” Logan said.
Ignoring the others, Rona headed for the sub. She unstrapped the ball gag and started on the restraints. A second later Simon joined her, working on the other arm.
Once unbound, the sub collapsed, saved from a nasty fall only by Simon’s arm around her waist. She had welts all over her body, and she shook so hard her teeth chattered.
Rona scowled at the chilled skin under her hand. She pointed at a sub in the crowd. “Get me a couple of blankets.”
She targeted another elf. “I need a hot drink. Coffee, tea, hot chocolate—anything.”
“Yes, ma’am.” That sub ran for the kitchen even as the other returned with a soft afghan. Rona wrapped the sub in the blanket and followed as Simon carried her out to the living room. Still holding her, he looked around and said, “Jake, she needs a warm body.”
One of the rugged brothers had returned. He took the sub and settled onto the couch, cuddling her against him and murmuring in a rumbling voice.
Nice . Rona accepted the hot tea from the sub she’d sent and tested the liquid with a finger. Nice and warm. After sitting beside Jake, she held the cup to the sub’s mouth. “Drink, honey.”
The sub didn’t even seem to hear her.
Jake’s big hand closed around the cup, and his voice deepened, darkened. “Little sub.”
The sub stiffened in his arms.
“Drink this now.”
Rona almost found herself reaching for the cup to obey the forceful command. Instead she shook off the effect, rose, and watched the sub drink the tea obediently. As the young woman’s shivers diminished, her head drooped against Jake’s shoulder, and he simply snuggled her closer.
Simon draped an additional blanket around the girl, his face still set in hard lines. “I’ll speak with her later about safety and choices in doms.”
“I’ll take care of it, Simon,” Jake said. “I saw the asshole earlier, and I didn’t like him then. I should have watched him more carefully.”
“And
*
The noise of the party burst over her as she reached the bottom of the stairs. Hauling in a breath, she let her coat flap open— damn the man —and went to have some more fun.
An hour later she couldn’t figure out what had happened with her. The men were wonderful and nice, and she kept saying no to them. Because of Simon . She needed to leave. Being near him affected her judgment, no doubt about it.
On the way to the changing room, she walked past a scene in a nook under the stairs. She glanced in and stopped.
Chained to a post, a ball-gagged woman sobbed violently, tears streaming down her face, as a big dom struck her over and over with a thick cane. Angry crimson welts covered the sub’s body.
The woman saw Rona, and despite the gag, the word she spoke—“red”—came through clearly enough. The safe word.
The dom ignored her. Rona didn’t, and she raised her voice so everyone in the area could hear. “Red! She’s saying ‘red.’ Stop right now.”
The dom glared over his shoulder. “Get the hell out of my scene, slut.” And he turned back, prepared to strike his sub.
Rona took a step forward—damned if she’d stand by—when a steely arm around her waist swung her to one side.
“My job, lass. Thank you for the alert.” Master Simon caught the cane on the downswing and wrenched it from the dom. Rona flinched as she realized that the dom was younger, taller than Simon, and outweighed him by at least fifty pounds.
He swung. Simon slapped the beefy arm to one side, stepped in, and buried his fist in the man’s gut. The man made a horrible sound and folded forward, clenching his abdomen. Turning slightly, Simon slammed the guy’s face into his raised knee. The crack of a nose breaking twisted Rona’s stomach.
Simon let the moaning man drop to the ground and glanced at the gathered guests. “Logan, would you pack up his bag, please. Jake, drag him out?”
Jake nodded, his face rigid.
“Nice work, buddy,” Logan said.
Ignoring the others, Rona headed for the sub. She unstrapped the ball gag and started on the restraints. A second later Simon joined her, working on the other arm.
Once unbound, the sub collapsed, saved from a nasty fall only by Simon’s arm around her waist. She had welts all over her body, and she shook so hard her teeth chattered.
Rona scowled at the chilled skin under her hand. She pointed at a sub in the crowd. “Get me a couple of blankets.”
She targeted another elf. “I need a hot drink. Coffee, tea, hot chocolate—anything.”
“Yes, ma’am.” That sub ran for the kitchen even as the other returned with a soft afghan. Rona wrapped the sub in the blanket and followed as Simon carried her out to the living room. Still holding her, he looked around and said, “Jake, she needs a warm body.”
One of the rugged brothers had returned. He took the sub and settled onto the couch, cuddling her against him and murmuring in a rumbling voice.
Nice . Rona accepted the hot tea from the sub she’d sent and tested the liquid with a finger. Nice and warm. After sitting beside Jake, she held the cup to the sub’s mouth. “Drink, honey.”
The sub didn’t even seem to hear her.
Jake’s big hand closed around the cup, and his voice deepened, darkened. “Little sub.”
The sub stiffened in his arms.
“Drink this now.”
Rona almost found herself reaching for the cup to obey the forceful command. Instead she shook off the effect, rose, and watched the sub drink the tea obediently. As the young woman’s shivers diminished, her head drooped against Jake’s shoulder, and he simply snuggled her closer.
Simon draped an additional blanket around the girl, his face still set in hard lines. “I’ll speak with her later about safety and choices in doms.”
“I’ll take care of it, Simon,” Jake said. “I saw the asshole earlier, and I didn’t like him then. I should have watched him more carefully.”
“And
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