How Cassie Got Her Grind Back(Divine Creek Ranch 23)(90)

“Yes, Sir,” Jillian whispered, a smile flitting across her face as she rose in a fluid motion and placed her slim hand in Brandon’s large one. He guided her to a secluded seating area, where he directed her to kneel between his feet after he took a seat in the comfortable chair. Her head was bowed, but she glanced their way before casting her eyes down.

Had Jillian played with Samson in the past? It sounded as though she’d enjoyed whatever he’d done to her. Jillian had questioned Joseph, but she’d seemed at least marginally respectful in doing so, despite the fact she’d looked at Cassie as if she was a bug and had ignored Bunny completely. Bunny seemed relieved Jillian had departed.

What if Jillian was just the kind of well-versed submissive-masochist-whatever that Samson enjoyed most? Could Cassie ever hope to compete with that kind of smooth, calm composure? She couldn’t manage the same grace in kneeling and rising up without her knees crackling and possibly even giving way.

Joseph continued the tour of the club room, explaining the devices and contraptions involved, but her gaze continually returned to the cross Brandon had secured Jillian to after a few minutes of discussion. It was likely Samson had employed the same station on any number of occasions. Even to Cassie’s novice eyes, Brandon was obviously skilled with the whip he chose. If the blindfolded and gagged submissive’s moans and shuddering were any indicator, she enjoyed what he was doing to her.

Cassie trembled as she looked away. If Samson was a sadist, was that the type of reaction he was accustomed to and satisfied by? She could imagine feeling pleasure at submitting to his will, but his whip?





Chapter Seventeen




The tension of the workday eased from the muscles in Samson’s shoulders as he slipped through the main entrance of the club and nodded at the hostess and greeted friends who’d come in right before him. After changing from his work attire in the men’s locker room, he stepped out into the corridor, trying to decide if he was more nervous or excited. Either sensation was foreign to him while in Hazelle House, but tonight was important.

Cassie had scheduled time with Joseph, at his suggestion, and was supposed to be engrossed in a tour of the club by that point. She hadn’t fled, at least not yet. Her vehicle was still in parking lot. If all had gone well, he’d find her wherever Joseph and Bunny were.

He took the short flight of stairs leading to the expansive, arched entry to the club. The music of Disturbed set the mood in the club, and the lights were dimmed, making it hard to spot his sweet brunette, so he looked for Joseph and his sassy redheaded submissive instead.

“Hey,” Randall said, appearing beside him with Mona in tow. She looked ready to burst at the seams but wouldn’t speak until Randall gave his permission. “You looking for your sub?”

Samson stilled and blinked at him.

“Okay, your potential sub,” Randall corrected, using air quotes. Mona’s eyes were bright, and she practically bounced on the balls of her feet, quite a feat in her five-inch heels. She squeezed Randall’s forearm and waited as Randall said, “Cassie is a sweetheart.”

“How is she taking the tour so far?” Samson asked, relieved for the opportunity to find out how it’d gone before finding her.

“Well, she had that Alice in Wonderland bewilderment for a while, but watching Joseph torture Bunny seemed to help a little.”

Samson closed his eyes and tried to form words and failed as Randall started laughing. “I know. They’re done though. I’ll let him tell you what she did.”

Mona snorted with laughter but clamped her hand over her lips.

“So she’s had a chance to watch some scenes, get a feel for things. Did they tour the dungeon yet?”

Randall nodded and then smiled at Mona. “Sugar, what did you want to tell Samson?”

Mona beamed and returned Samson’s greeting and hug and said, “Sir, Cassie is…she’s perfect for you, Sir. She’s so caring and gorgeous.”

He recalled Cassie had been nervous about how to dress and fix her hair and makeup so she wouldn’t stand out. He’d assured her that was impossible because she’d always stand out from the crowd where he was concerned. “She’ll be relieved to hear that, Mona. Thank you for telling me.”

“She was nervous at first, but Master Joseph sat down with her and they talked, giving her time to acclimate. Sir, you should know Jillian, Master Hector and Juno’s submissive friend, is here tonight.” She glanced at Randall, and he gave her a small nod. “She interrupted Master Joseph’s tour with Cassie to ask for you. She told him you’d said you’d be open to playing with her again.”