A distant, muffled voice, sounding disgruntled, said, “You parted with a nod, having refused to allow Samson to give you after care when he offered, and you never hit subspace, Jillian. You were relaxed from the play session, yes, but you were stone cold when you walked away.”
Jillian startled at the voice. “Master Hector?” Her voice had a slight break in it as she stared at Joseph and then noticed he held his phone in his hand. He turned it so she could see Hector’s rather irate face.
“Yes, it’s me, Jillian. You know how I feel about lies.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, squirming as if she anticipated a punishment spanking. “They were little white lies.”
Hector growled. “You drive me crazy when you pull this crap, Jillian. Did you say things to Samson’s sub to purposely hurt her?”
Jillian’s jaw jutted as she frowned, but her eyes gleamed when she finally looked up. “She is a fat, ugly, Mexican cow, Sir,” Jillian spat, causing everyone to gasp in shock. “She might be subservient, but she doesn’t know the first thing about sub—”
Cassie launched herself from his lap and toppled Jillian flat on her back. Before anyone could react, she crouched over Jillian and got right in her face. “I may be fat, I am definitely Mexican, you little perra, and I may not know the first thing about submission, but I’m about to Dominate your skinny white ass!”
Jillian screamed in outrage, a sound that reached the farthest corners of the darkened club and drew the attention of every member.
“Whoa!” Samson said as he leaped from the chair and set about disentangling Cassie, but she was surprisingly strong in her grip on Jillian. Ivan jumped up as well, but he waved him back.
Samson couldn’t recall seeing Cassie ever so fiery as she was right then. Her eyes glowed with vengeance as she held the squealing submissive down and said, “You may look like the perfect fucking submissive, and you probably are dying to get under his whip again, but it’s not happening, you conniving puta! Samson is mine!”
“You can’t handle him, you fat bitch! Go back to the tortilla factory!”
He thankfully was able to catch Cassie’s forearm in a gentle grasp when she reared back to slap Jillian, and she screamed when Jillian raked her other arm with her sharp fingernails.
“Stop her before she gets hurt worse, Samson,” Joseph said as he tossed his phone to Bunny and entered the fray, trying to split them apart without hurting either. Cassie had a hold of Jillian’s hair and was trying with little success to bat her head against the carpeted floor as Samson wrapped his forearms around her torso and lifted.
In the background, he heard Hector say, “It’s good to see you, too, Bunny. Could you position the phone camera so I can see what’s happening? Is our girl winning?”
A giggle was the only reply Samson heard from Bunny as he succeeded in bundling Cassie into his arms as she struggled to land a fist. “Whoa, my God you’re strong, woman. Stop, chiquita, I’ve got you,” he whispered. She panted, red-faced and trembling with rage, hair wild, looking like an avenging angel doing battle. Fresh red blood welled in the scratches on her arm.
Looking suitably outraged, Jillian whipped her hair back from her face and turned to Joseph. “That trashy bitch doesn’t deserve to even be in your presence, Sir. I don’t know what gutter she came out of but—”
Joseph reached back to his chair and grabbed the ball gag. “Silence,” he ground out as he pressed it to her lips. She went instantly silent and turned a hateful glare on Cassie and lashed out with a foot clad in a five-inch heel. She would’ve done terrible harm to Cassie’s outer thigh if Samson hadn’t seen her vicious intent an instant before and turned so that it was his leather-clad thigh she nailed instead.
Bunny and Mona both gasped, and he cursed and saw stars as the pain registered and somehow managed to not drop Cassie. Joseph silently wrestled the shoes from Jillian’s feet. “I should’ve had you remove these when you came in.”
It took a full minute to stop Jillian from lashing out, during which the club members halted their play and waited for the “scene” to reach its conclusion.
“Jillian, I know what you’re doing,” Hector finally said when they’d regained a sense of calm. “You didn’t get your way, so you were mad. You wouldn’t give Brandon a safe word because you were mad, so he had no choice but to play on the light side with you, which you hate, just so you could walk away from him unsatisfied, which only fed your anger. Even your inexcusable insults to Cassie had an ulterior motive. You think now you’ve truly earned a punishment and that Samson will just let you have it. You should know better. I know he does.”