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his massive chest, vibrating against my tender nipples. I wobbled precariously on my high heels as his strong fingers clutched my waist. His touch was firm and unrelenting as he continued to hold me in place not only with his hands, but also with his hypnotic eyes. My mind filled with images of those strong, capable hands gripping my shoulders while his shaft thrust deep into my weeping sex. Oh, God! Not only did I drench him with my soda, I just drenched my panties, too. Damn.
    “Oh!” I gasped in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry, Sir. I didn’t...I wasn’t watching where I was...did I spill any on you?” Mortified, I shook the wet soda off my hand.
    “No, sweet girl, you didn’t. Are you all right? Can I get you a napkin?” His alluring eyes sparkled with invitation.
    My nipples screamed painfully as another rush of cream saturated the small strip of cloth between my legs. Granny panties couldn’t have captured the torrent gushing from my barren pussy, let alone the scant G-string I wore.
    “No, Sir. I’m so sorry,” I whispered as my face burned in a combination of arousal and embarrassment.
    “Nothing to be sorry for, girl. No damage done.” Looking at the cup in my hand, he frowned. “I think you need to get your owner another drink, though.”
    “Oh no, Sir...it’s not for...it’s mine,” I stammered, nibbling on my bottom lip and casting my eyes to the floor. Damn it. Why did he continue to assume I had an owner? I couldn’t very well blurt out that I was the odd sub out. I’d made a big enough fool of myself.
    “Raise your eyes, girl. Tell me, where is your owner?”
    Following his instructions, I pensively gazed into his erotic, cerulean eyes, certain he’d heard me swallow the basketball-sized lump lodged in my throat. Hell, even Drake, clear across the dungeon, cracking his whip, could have heard it. Gawd, can you make a bigger fool of yourself? Suddenly the soda slipped through my wet fingers and landed with a heavy thud on the floor.
    “Oh shit!” I gasped. Great. Just great. I cussed in his face loud and clear. Could I fuck this up any more than I already had? Obviously I could because I just did. Tears burned my eyes as I lowered my head. I couldn’t look at him. Terrified repugnance at my foul mouth and clumsy incompetence would be reflecting in his eyes. I did the only thing I could do. I turned and ran to the bar.
    “Mistress Sammie. I spilled my soda.” I wiped away the tears cresting over my lashes before they spilled down my cheeks.
    “Emerald? Why on earth would spilling your drink make you cry?” Sammie’s eyes narrowed in concern as she instructed Joe, her bar helper, to get the mop and towels. With so many members wearing high-heeled stilettos, it was paramount the spill get cleaned and dried immediately. “Where is the spill, honey?”
    “There!” I pointed toward the tiled section of the floor where I’d made an absolute fool of myself. I couldn’t look up. I didn’t want to see Jordon running for the front door screaming in horror at my totally un-submissive first impression.
    “I got it,” Joe called as he rounded the bar.
    “Do you want another drink?” Sammie asked in a combination of confusion and concern.
    “No, Ma’am.”
    “So why the tears? It’s just a spilled soda, and Joe’s getting it taken care of. It’s no big deal. Why has that upset you so much?”
    “I don’t know. I’m being stupid.” I sniffed and dabbed my eyes with a bar napkin. “Can I please have Daddy’s key? I want to go back and set up for Trevor’s aftercare.”
    “Sure honey. Do you need to talk about anything?” Sammie pressed as she handed me the key.
    “No, Ma’am.” I shook my head as I accepted it. “Thank you.”
    Confessing my faux pas , even to Sammie, was humiliating and infuriating. I could feel my anger bubbling inside like a superfluous volcano. I needed time to try and cool off. Without looking back, I raced toward the private rooms. The narrow