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Fuck, what is this about?
โRachel, I donโt think that would be a good idea.โ If sheโs looking to cheat on Sante, thatโs right out, and I canโt see things going any other way if we met up. โYouโre exclusive with Santeโโ
She starts shaking her head before I finish the sentence. โPadrone lifted that restriction.โ
Before meeting Emily, I might have been tempted. Now, my dick doesnโt even twitch. โNo, Rachel. Iโm sorry. Iโm leaving again on Thursday, and even if I wasnโt, our relationship is over. Iโm with Emily now.โ
The glance she shoots down the hallway has more venom than a black mamba. โAre you exclusive?โ
โYes.โ
Emily and I havenโt discussed it, but thereโs no question in my mind.
โWhen did this happen?โ Rachel wails.
โShh,โ I scold her. โWeโre in public.โ Although the stairs, landing and corridors are currently empty, that could change any second with just a door opening. โIt doesnโt matter when it happened. Thatโs the way it is now.โ
โIโve been waiting weeks, Master,โ she says, two tears spilling to run down her cheeks. โIโve come in every night, even when I wasnโt on the schedule. Ever since I convinced Padrone to share me with youโโ
Her timing is piss-fucking-poor. โIโm sorry about that. When does your shift end?โ
Hope lights her eyes, but I shake my head before she gets the wrong idea.
โTen,โ she says, lowering her head again so all I can see is the top of her head.
โAt ten-thirty, youโll report to Mistress Maude for an hour. You have my permission to tell her anything you want about us, but thatโs where it ends, Rachel. No more of this.โ
Her shoulders shake. โYes, Master.โ
Her pain should call to me. On several levels. That it doesnโt, tells me all I need to know.
โFor the last time, Rachel, itโs Master Logan. Next time, itโs discipline. Now, if you need to take a break now to compose yourself, you have my permission. Ask Austin to spell you.โ
โYes, sir. Good-night, Master Logan.โ
I turn away from my ex-slave and walk down the hall to where my baby girlโs waiting for me. Emily watches me walk towards her. Her face is neutral, but her eyes are bright.
โIโm assuming you heard that,โ I say. The hallโs not that long.
Emily nods. โSheโs really upset. Do you want to comfort her, sir? I donโt mind.โ
โThatโs generous of you.โ I stroke her hair. โBut I think it would give her the wrong idea. Better she vents to someone else and gets it out of her system. Letโs go.โ I nod at the closed door behind her.
Emily moves so I can open the door and goes through when I urge her forward with my hand in the small of her back.
As I shut the door behind us, she says, โCan I ask a question, sir?โ
โOnly one?โ
She nods.
โYes, good girl for asking,โ I say, over the barking that bounces off the galleryโs panelled woodwork.
โYou told her weโre exclusive. Did you just say that to put her off, or because we are?โ
โBecause we are,โ I say firmly. โI couldnโt stand anyone else touching you. Daisy really got my back up in the car just by sitting too close to you.โ
She grins and reaches hesitantly for my hand. I take hers and lead her down the candle-lit gallery.
โI wasnโt sure, sir, because I know youโve shared your other subs,โ she says, almost too quietly to be heard over the barking of the huntโs hounds.
Hearing the noise getting closer, I draw her to the side as we reach a corner. The โfox,โ Tessa, one of the house subs, wearing a cute little red tail and perky ears that match her perky, bare breasts, runs around the corner a moment later. She waves at me as she trots past, heading toward the portrait of the clubโs founder, William Warrell, Earl of Blunt and exile from London to the New World for Acts Unspeakable. All of the house subs know about the secret passage behind his portrait. The man leading the hunt knows about it, too, of course, but he wonโt tell the โhounds,โ who are likely guests. Itโs all part of the game.
After Tessa disappears, I say to Emily, โIโve shared some of my other bottoms, sweetheart. Not all. Itโs not something I need to do, and itโs not something I feel comfortable doing with you. Maybe itโs part of the daddy-thing. I feel very protective of you, and I wouldnโt be happy giving over your care to anyone else.โ
She beams up at me. โThank you, Daddy.โ
โYouโre welcome. Ooop, stand in.โ I pull her a little closer as a tangle of bodies careens around the corner.
Itโs the hounds: six men stripped down to their kecks, skins oiled, ankles chained together, running on all fours, unpracticed, uncoordinated, skidding and slipping on the smooth parquet floor. One of them loses his balance and crashes into the corner a few feet from where Emilyโs standing. I shift her out of the way as he scrambles up, only to be flattened to the floor again by the crack of a horse-whip across his shoulders.
โOw, fuck!โ The whipped hound yells. โThatโs not the way this is supposed to go! I thought I was going to get to do the whipping!โ
โYou thought wrong,โ Ryan says, stalking smoothly around the corner on polished black boots. โI might let you give our fox a little spanking, if you ever manage to catch her.โ Ryan catches sight of me and grins. โMaster Logan, are you joining the hunt?โ
โMaster Ryan,โ I acknowledge. โNot tonight. Just watching. This is my date, Emily. Emily, this is Master Ryan.โ
Ryan bows, flipping the tails of his hunting jacket back smoothly, and doffing his top hat. โGood evening, my dear. Would you like a ride on one of my hounds?โ
Emily bites her lip and looks up at me. She gives me a tiny nod.
I take her hand and lead her to
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