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one.”
    Damian’s
hand landed not so subtly on my shoulder. “This isn’t someplace you want to
go.”
    Lydia
looked at me with something like sad understanding, but there was no give in
her words. “She’s not for you.”
    “Damn.”
That one word held finality even if I didn’t think I meant it. “Maybe the club
isn’t where I need to be right now.”
    “No,
I think having limits is exactly where you need to be.” Damian’s heavy hand
left my shoulder.
    Lydia
gave a slight tug on the leash holding her sub and his dreamy eyes looked into
hers. His arms bulged without flexing. He wasn’t what most would call good-looking
but his heavy muscles made it obvious he worked hard to achieve a bodybuilder’s
physique. I wondered if Lydia ever had her subs play together and I couldn’t
help the anger that tightened throughout my body. Not that going up against
Hercules was a good idea, but the thought of him playing with the hot waitress
made me feel… well, strange was the only word that came to mind.
    “About
the brunette I requested, Damian,” I began.
    “Yes?”
    “Make
it a blonde. I don’t need the temptation and red hair has definitely lost its
appeal for a while.”
    We
all laughed.
    “I
think Nicole is here tonight and she’ll happily give you proper submissive
respect. She has an interesting career and it would be in your best interest to
ask about it.” Lydia’s eyes twinkled and I was glad to be back on her good
side.
    I
only hoped it would last.

Chapter
Six
     
     
    Angela…
    The
rules of Club El Diablo stated that while on the carousel, a sub was
approachable only by their own master or mistress. I was safe and didn’t mind
the time Mistress worked with her other subs. Being one of her favorites was
enough for me to never feel jealousy when her time was spent giving others the
gift she gave me; peace, love and respect. We were treasured.
    The
slow spin stopped several times but not for me. I didn’t feel HIS presence and
I hoped he had left the club.
    When
Mistress finally collected me, I was ready. She removed the blindfold and helped
me down. When my feet hit the solid floor, she steadied me until my equilibrium
returned.
    “Thank
you, Mistress.” I looked down at my feet.
    “You
will follow me and we will have a scene in one of the private rooms.”
    “Yes,
Mistress.”
    Her
warm breath traveled over my neck and her soft lips kissed my cheek.
    We
walked to the bar where she requested her bag. My pussy tingled. I loved her toy
bag; it held so many wonderful possibilities.
    Suddenly,
I felt his eyes. Their heat attracted me to his flame, and I could not help but
look over.
    He
stood utterly still. Nicole kneeled at his feet, but every fiber of his being
seemed concentrated on me as he blatantly stared without shame or apology. Just
the way he looked at me nearly sent me to my knees.
    But
Nicole was in the place I longed to be, and she would be the one to take care
of his needs tonight. Why did the thought piss me off so? She was a friend of
mine, and he was nothing to me but trouble.
    Mistress
took my hand and gave me a not so gentle tug.
    “My
idea was for you to be worn out so you could sleep tonight,” she said. “But I
don’t mind adding a punishment into our session. I’ve warned him away from you
and I won’t be happy if you tempt him to disregard my warning.
    “I’m
sorry, Mistress.”
    She
didn’t release my hand as we walked into a private room. I tried to focus on
the coming scene but I wondered if I needed a punishment to help me
concentrate.
    The
room was spacious with little in the way of furniture. It was Mistress’s
favorite room for whip play and my thighs tightened involuntarily at the
thought of her toy bag.
    “Come
and stand here.”
    I
walked over and took the spot directly under a ring hanging from the ceiling.
Mistress placed her bag behind me and took leather cuffs out, securing them to
my wrists. She then unsnapped my bra and removed it from my