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I don’t know how the subs do it. I mean…I’m curious as to how they know their limits. All the sex I’ve had has been fairly vanilla, even with Nate.
“Where’s Ruby?” My eyes fly to the Dungeon Master’s post, visible through the open door, but she is nowhere to be found.
She should have stopped Oliver from scening.
“I don’t know.” Hazel is shaking in my arms as I do what I can to calm her down.
I try not to let my frustration show.
All the Doms have to take turns as Dungeon Masters or Mistresses. It is both a safety measure for them and a way to make sure everyone is having a good time and no one is abusing their power, which I learned goes for both Doms and subs.
Huh! Who knew subs had power too? I sure didn’t.
If Ruby has stepped away from her post and left the dungeon unattended, she’s broken the rules, and she won’t like the consequences.
Some of the members here are watching us and whispering. I give a polite, assured smile to the room. “Come, let’s get you-“
She stomps her foot. “He should be in time out. He was mean to me and made me cry. And then he wouldn’t stop.” She starts sobbing again.
I hold her closer. This is not good.
“He doesn’t want a little, he wants a doll to do whatever he pleases with. A toy. And I’m not a toy.”
“I’m so sorry. It’s going to be okay, honey.”
“Why was he mean?” Her teary eyes turn to me. “I wanna go home. Please.”
She’s trembling in my arms.
“What happened in there, honey?”
She looks away from me. “I… He… I said broccoli. I said broccoli. But he just…” Sobs wrack her, and any words she might be saying are drowned by the anguish in her tears.
Broccoli is her safe word. It should have stopped everything immediately. If the Dom didn’t respect the safe word, it was the Dungeon Master’s job to step in.
Damnit, Ruby? Where are you?
“I’m so sorry. That shouldn’t have happened.” I hold her close to me, knowing she needs the reassurance and the touch. “You can go home, okay?”
Hazel nods. “Thank you.”
I send her off to the staff quarters with one of our other subs, then look to The Underground door that’s hanging open, taunting me with what I have to face now.
I lean my mouth down to my collar com and press the button to talk. “Security to The Underground, please.”
As I head inside, my earpiece blares with the voice of our head security agent, Lourdes. “On our way.”
The Underground is too quiet, with only the sound of rattling metal chains wafting back and forth.
“Ruby?” I call out.
Nothing.
“Oliver?”
Again, nothing.
I take out my tablet to access the room reservations. I scan the list and find Oliver’s name. Room five.
I turn to the rooms.
All doors before me are closed, and the place is empty since it is still early.
You’re the boss around here, Olivia. No need to be scared.
I walk with as much purpose as I can to room five with my anxiety at a level ten. However, when I open the door, Oliver’s nowhere to be seen.
What the hell?
If he changed rooms, that’s another rule broken.
Footsteps sound from behind me, and I breathe a sigh of relief. “Lourdes, thank god you’re -“
It’s not security. It’s Oliver. Completely clothed, thank god. And he’s smiling at me in a way I can only describe as grotesque, his whole body moving as if he’s standing on the deck of a boat in stormy seas.
“Looking for me, Olivia?”
My eyes fall to his hand. A flogger hangs between his fingers, a waterfall of leathery strips.
I look at his glossy eyes. “Where did you come from?”
“Around.”
He might be a creep, but I feel sorry for him. He probably doesn’t even know where he was a minute ago.
I straighten up. I just need to keep my cool until security arrives. Won’t be long, surely. “We need to talk about what happened with Hazel.”
Oliver’s smile twists into a grimace. “She wouldn’t obey me. I’m the master, not her. Brat.”
“You know the rules. No one can be down here if they had more than one drink.” I glance at the flogger. “Besides, I know that Hazel has everything other than hand and paddle as hard limits.”
He rolls his eyes. “I can show you what happened.” Oliver goes to one of the other doors, not the room assigned to him, and opens it. He waves me closer. “Come on.”
I swallow. The last time I was in one of these rooms, I was just as terrified.
Except I was with Dylan, and I knew he wasn’t going to hurt me. I was in a place of want, not true fear. Oliver Worthington, though, is a loose cannon.
Security will be here soon.
I take a few steps forward.
“Look.” He gestures into the room.
I peek inside but see nothing out of the ordinary. Well, not for this kind of room.
In this case, the examination room, for fantasies of any sort of doctor roleplay you can imagine. Some scrubs hanging on the wall and restraints dangle from the table in the middle.
“I just needed to perform her check-up,” Oliver says. His breath on my neck is so potent the odor curls into my nose. Whisky. Cheap. “I didn’t do anything wrong, Olivia…”
His hand lands against my ass, sliding down the curve.
I gasp and try to draw away, but he corners me up against the door frame. I struggle as he presses his crotch to mine. “Oliver, let me-“
“I just want what I’m entitled to, Olivia.” He looks so innocent for someone in the middle of an assault. “If not Hazel, you’ll do just fine.”
His mouth descends to mine, and I jerk my head away, a narrow miss as his lips land against my cheek instead.
This is so wrong. Not what BDSM is for. Not what The Underground is for.
And certainly not what
I’m for. “Oliver, stop it!”
As his mouth is descending over mine again, Oliver is ripped from over me and is no longer there, cold air bathing my face, and I stumble away and try to catch my breath.
Security’s timing couldn’t have been better. “Thank god you’re here.”
“What the hell is wrong with you, Worthington?!”
I look up in shock when the voice talking is not from one of Lourdes’ security team.
Dylan.
He has Oliver pinned up against the wall by his shoulders. His strength is uncompromising and the look in his eye is downright murderous.
“Dylan, you’re hurting me!” The other man struggles.
“That’s the least you deserve.” Dylan shoves Oliver hard against the wall again. “Do you not know the meaning of stop?”
“I can’t breathe-” Oliver is panting. The flogger falls from his hand to the ground.
