“You are the delight of my life, Bunny. You may come only by my hand, at the end of this evening.”
“What the fuck?” Bunny shrieked.
He shook his head as if dealing with a recalcitrant child. “Excuse me?”
“What the fuck, Sir?” she screeched. “They were just a few jalapenos! You must really hate me!”
Joseph snorted. “Hate you? I adore you. I just showered you with pleasure for the last two hours. Now, if I was angry, I might get some of those whole, raw jalapenos, eat a few with the seeds and all like you did, and then eat your tender pink pussy. How would you like that?”
Bunny squeaked and crossed her legs where she sat on the table. “I’m shutting the hell up right now, Sir. No orgasms for this bad, bad girl. Nope. Only please no jalapenos on my pussy, Sir?”
“Then no more jalapenos on my cock, either?”
“Nooooooooo,” she said as she shook her head back and forth. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
“And no sneaking away and getting yourself off, either. You’re to stay by my side all evening. Silently,” he added with a grin.
Bunny made a pouty face but reached for him as he helped her down. She wrapped her arms around him and pecked his cheek before placing her forearms behind her back, a move that pressed her overflowing breasts against the meager restraint of her dress. She caught Cassie’s eye and winked again.
After giving Mona instructions for cleaning the area, which she accepted with enthusiasm, Joseph escorted the two of them away from the area. “Samson will be here soon, and I’m sure he’s anxious to spend time with you, Cassie, so let’s finish up your tour.” They hadn’t gone more than a few feet before Joseph’s path was blocked by a tall, blonde woman as she gracefully kneeled before him.
His dark frown was gone almost as quickly as it had appeared on his face, and he said, “Jillian, I didn’t realize you were planning to visit Hazelle House without Hector and Juno.” Cassie noted a hint of censure in his voice, and Bunny’s eyes rounded as she looked at Cassie behind the cover of Joseph’s back.
Jillian looked up at him with an open smile. “Hector and Juno are visiting his family, and I’m in the area on business. I checked in with your hostess, showed proof of membership at the club back home, and signed papers for temporary membership, as per your rules…Sir.”
Joseph gave a slight nod. “What can I do for you?”
“If Samson is here tonight, I’d like to play with him.”
Bunny blinked at Cassie and then looked up at her husband but otherwise stayed still. Cassie studied the woman kneeling with perfect posture before Joseph. He gave Cassie’s hand wrapped around his forearm a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t you mean Master Samson? And is that how Hector has taught you to make a request of a Dominant?”
Jillian bowed her swanlike neck. “Forgive me, Sir. I meant no offense. Might Master Samson be available tonight?”
“I’m afraid he’s not here yet, Jillian,” Joseph countered. “But when he arrives, he’ll be spending time with his submissive.” He gave Cassie’s hand another gentle squeeze but gave no other indication of whom he meant with his declaration.
Jillian lifted her gaze as if she’d picked up the subtle movement and gave Cassie a long gaze, blinking slowly as if she was dispassionately studying a specimen in a petri dish. Her lush, dark lashes, augmented by sweeping false eyelashes, fluttered before she returned her active attention to Joseph. “Perhaps I might join him and his…submissive for a scene? I’m flexible. I was hoping for his attentions…like last time.” She glanced for a split second at Cassie. “He assured me he’d love to play with me again anytime.”
“No.” His stiff tone brooked no further discussion. By this point, a tall, darkly tanned man of Polynesian descent with black hair had joined their group. “Brandon would be happy to negotiate a scene with you, though, wouldn’t you, Brandon?”
Towering over Jillian with his black wavy hair slicked back and dressed in a black suit and tie, Brandon gave a small nod but otherwise showed no hint of his mood. He emanated power and intimidation in a manner similar to Joseph’s. The difference was that Cassie knew Joseph.
“But,” Jillian began, blinking up at the giant-like man who held out a hand to her, a half-smile finally quirking one side of his lips.
Joseph held up a hand to halt her speech. “Master Brandon is a well-respected Dominant and sadist within our community. Hector knows him. I think it best for you to scene with him rather than wait for Samson since his attention will be otherwise occupied tonight. Brandon may also desire to punish you for making non-verbal demands of a Dom who is already occupied.”