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I also prefer Emilyβs school-girl uniform to the black leather basque set that Rachelβs filling out. The uniform reminds me of school in Morecambe, where I fit in, had good friends and played rugby and cricket. Those arenβt sexy memories, but theyβre rich and warm.
Theyβre much better memories than the memories of my last few weeks with Rachel. Thatβs when she started wearing the basque set of a house sub. Thatβs also when she made me and Sante compete for her. I push those memories aside. Weβve both moved on. All the heat, hurt, anger and remorse that was between us can stay in its grave.
Rachel waits until we reach the landing, where I pause to let Emily catch her breath. Rachel steps forward, kneels and prostrates herself at my feet, the way I taught her to do whenever her Master entered a room.
βMaster,β she says into the carpet. βWelcome home.β
Iβm not amused. I snap my fingers at her. βGet up, Rachel.β
βYes, Master.β She rises and takes a step back. Thereβs a little bloom on her high cheeks, but that could just be blusher, since sheβs made up like sheβs about to hit a catwalk. Santeβs generous. I never let her wear anything but mascara, so I could see the black streaks running down her cheeks when I made her cry.
βRachel, this is Emily. Emily, Rachel.β
Rachelβs deep brown eyes flick to Emily and then back to me. She doesnβt greet Emily or acknowledge her, a little discourtesy thatβs getting reported to her Master.
βWeβll be using the Library play space for about an hour,β I tell her.
After she became exclusive with Sante, Rachel moved from house submissive to hostess for the playrooms. Itβs a good fit for her skills. Rachelβs very organized; in her life outside the club, sheβs a wedding planner. But itβs a move that left a lot of my brothers, and guests like Rick, very disgruntled at the loss of Rachel as a play-mate.
βYes, Master,β she says. She doesnβt consult a clipboard, or the flatscreen thatβs mounted on the landing wall, showing the various rooms in use. Rachel can keep hundreds of details in her head, even during the harshest of scenes.
βGood. Mark me down for an hour.β
She nods and bows. βMaster, may I be of service during your scene?β
I give her a stern look. βYes, Rachel. You can be of service by staying on station and serving the other Masters and Mistresses and our guests.β
βYes, Master.β She bows her head, but not before I see her chin quiver. Maude was right about her being upset. Maybe itβs my fault. I stepped back from the club. I didnβt bring any of my dates here. She might have taken that as me pining for her. But if thatβs what she thought, she got it wrong, and itβs time she got over it.
I donβt praise her, because thatβs not my job anymore. But I throw her a bone. βWhat scene would you recommend we watch?β
βThereβs a hunt going on in the long gallery. Master Ryan is leading it,β Rachel says, without lifting her head.
The long gallery is on the way to the library, and itβll be good to see Ryan. I donβt think Iβve seen him since he led the hunt at Quinquatria.
βGood choice, thank you, Rachel.β I rub Emilyβs back. Sheβs been still and quiet beside me while Iβve spoken to Rachel, and Iβm sure sheβs taking in all the subtext of the conversation, but it hasnβt made her stiff or tense. Sheβs breathing evenly. I check my watch. Three minutes and thirteen seconds. βReady, Emily? Galleryβs to the left.β
βYes, sir,β Emily says, turning under my hand.
I hear Rachel take a harsh breath. Humoring her is not my job anymore, either, and if she makes a fuss, Iβm going to turn her over to Maude for discipline. She can cry it all out to Maude, before the battle-axe makes her lie on a bed of nails, or whatever it is Maude does to discipline bottoms.
βMaster, may I speak to you after your scene?β Rachel calls after me.
I see Iβm not getting out of this. Santeβs going to hear about it, though. βEmily, walk to the end of the hallway and wait for me. Iβll only be a minute.β
She looks up at me. Her eyes are clear and untroubled. βYes, sir.β
The trust in her eyes brings me back to where I should be. βBaby doll, how are you doing? I know the stairs were a struggle.β I stroke her bottom through her skirt very gently, not putting any pressure on the plug or reawakening the stripes from my belt.
βIβm okay.β
βGood girl.β I kiss her on the forehead and nod at the end of the hall. βIβll be right there.β
She smiles at me before she moves away down the hall. I return to Rachel, who has lifted her head. There are tears standing in her eyes. She blinks rapidly so they donβt spill.
βWhat do you want, Rachel?β I put enough warning in my tone that I expect her to back down.
She doesnβt, although a tear spills. βI havenβt seen you in months, Master.β
βItβs Master Logan, Rachel. You know that. And I travel a lot for work. You know that, too.β Thereβs no reason for me to justify myself to her, so I stop. βYou have my number. You know how to contact me if you need something.β
βPadrone confiscated my phone,β she says.
βAs a punishment?β I ask. She nods. βHas he forbidden you to speak with me?β
If so, Iβm not sure who Iβm turning over to Maude first: Rachel for disobeying her Master, or Sante for being a bastard.
βNo, Master Logan.β She glances down the hallway to where Emily
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