A large warm hand cupped Bunny’s shoulder gently, and she looked up at Samson. He gave her a reassuring smile and a wink as the greeting between Joseph and Hector and Juno concluded.
“Hector, you remember Samson Cutter, my right hand.” While Samson and Hector greeted each other, Joseph turned his head and spotted her behind him, gave her a slight smile, and tugged her forward when she would’ve been just as happy to grin and wave “hey” from behind him. Of course, he wouldn’t allow that. “I also have someone very special I’d like to introduce you to. This is Bunny Carrigan. She is new to Hazelle House and just learning about the lifestyle.”
Hector’s silver eyes, rimmed with dark gray, settled on her, and she froze like the scared rabbit she was. His dark eyebrows were naturally arched, and one rose just a hair as he studied her with his intimidating gaze. She felt herself shrink until Juno leaned toward him and whispered in his ear while stroking his bearded jaw. Only then did he smile and hold out his hand to her.
“Bunny, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” He glanced at Joseph, who nodded, and then he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed the top of it. “Joseph never ceases to surprise me. You are a lovely addition to the Hazelle House submissives, aren’t you?” His gaze studied her, awaiting a response.
“Hello, Sir. It’s a pleasure to meet you, too.” She so wanted to say more, but she valued her ass too much. The need to correct his assumption was strong, but no one could say she wasn’t a quick learner. As if he approved, Joseph stroked her sweaty palm soothingly, and she felt his light caress on her spine.
Hector twined his fingers with the woman at his side and said, “Little one, this is my submissive, Juno.”
Bunny smiled up at her, and when Juno greeted her and held out her hand, Bunny shook it. “I’m happy to meet you, Juno. How are you this evening?”
“Well, I think these heels were a really bad idea, to be honest, and I need to leave the men to their conversations for a minute. Could you by chance show me to the ladies’ room? Perhaps we can chat and get to know one another on the way.”
The other woman interrupted, grasping Juno’s forearm. “I’ll come with you. We can find it together.” The woman’s eyes lingered on Joseph, assessing his physique, clad in his dark suit, before averting them when his gaze turned her way.
Hector cleared his throat, a deep growly sound, and then gestured to the woman. “Joseph, Samson, I’d like you to meet submissive Jillian. Thank you for receiving her as a guest tonight.”
Jillian smiled invitingly at Joseph and nodded at Samson, and as the men’s conversations continued, she shifted her cold eyes to Bunny and flicked a glance at Bunny’s attire and smirked. Jillian was clad in a sheer champagne-colored latex dress that, combined with her olive skin, might as well have been invisible, and her five-inch heels brought her nearly eye to eye with Joseph.
Bunny’s hands clenched involuntarily as she recalled that, while she had an agreement with Joseph that no other Dom could touch her without his permission, she had no such agreement with him regarding any other sub he chose to touch, or play with, or fuck, for that matter.
Bunny backed up into Joseph’s chest. He’d been standing behind her the whole time.
“Fiammetta, why don’t you show the ladies where the facilities are and meet us in the VIP section when you’re done?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said stiffly, afraid that if she didn’t make a submissive mistake she’d probably trip over her own bare feet and embarrass herself anyway. Retreat was definitely in order to sort out this new realization. She felt the cool tingle of scrutiny on her bare bottom as they followed her across the room and was afraid to look behind her.
Suddenly, the socks, garters, and cutesy bows seemed like a super dumb plan.
Chapter Fifteen
“I think I scared the piss out of your little newbie,” Hector said to Joseph as the three of them took seats in the VIP section and ordered refreshment for themselves and the submissives.
Joseph smiled while wondering if she was all right. “As my little ‘newbie’ has told me on a regular basis, ‘every man needs a hobby.’”
Hector laughed boisterously. “Mine is shucking those heels as soon as she comes back. Stubborn little thing insisted she wanted to pull out all the stops for her last club visit for a while.”
“Did you decide to find out if it was a boy or a girl?” Samson asked.
Hector’s face glowed as he nodded. “Boy. He went bottoms up for the ultrasound tech, and there was no question.”