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public, let alone sitting together so intimately. I haven’t been here since… The last time she came to The Dark Hour was when Jackson had it in his mind to watch other people whip each other for a change. Back then, he always made such a show of arriving and spoiling others. He liked to flaunt his wealth. That was something often associated with men of new money, but Jackson, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, fell into those same traps… wanting to be loved for his money, respected… it always bothered Monica to a point, but she could overlook it. For the most part.
    The first show that evening was a Domme and her male sub. Just like being back at the Château. In fact, the woman in leather stepping onto the stage with a young man on a leash looked a lot like the Judith whom Monica stole from this establishment back when she opened her Château. “How would you like to make more money, set your own schedule, and have a fabulous place to live?” The woman down there wasn’t Judith, but if Monica was thinking about hiring more girls, this wasn’t a bad place to poach from. I wonder who that lady down there is. First, Monica wanted to see how good she was.
    So did Henry, as evident when he leaned over Monica to get a gander at the stage.
    The Domme made her sub kneel on the floor, his arms tied behind his back and his head bowed. She told him to do something, and when he did not immediately obey, he received a gentle lash on the bare back.
    “Oh boy.” Henry leaned his elbow on the table. “There’s a man with fortitude. I never cared for being whipped.”
    “You tried it?” That only surprised Monica because Doms almost never flipped the script. “You don’t strike me as the type who wants to be a sub. Ever.”
    “You only say that because I’m a man.” Henry curled his fingers on her arm and spoke directly into her ear. “A long time ago I had it in my mind to try many tastes. At this point in my life I know what I like. Everyone reaches that point in different ways.”
    “Color me surprised that you would rather whip than be whipped, as you put it when we first met.”
    Henry bit her ear as the man moaned below. “That was a good day.”
    “Well look who finally showed his face around here after God knows how long.” A curt voice interrupted their moment of affection, forcing Henry to back off his date and turn around. “Henry Warren, you ridiculous shit.”
    To the sounds of a whip cracking in the air, both Henry and Monica stared up at a man and his date. The man wasn’t very tall, but he wore a slick suit and clean facial hair that suggested he came from as many means as Henry, if not more. His date, on the other hand, was a svelte blond woman wearing a see-through brown dress that did not hide a single thing, including her breasts and thighs that were both pale and pink even under those lights. She wore a diamond-studded choker around her throat. A baby sub. Cute. They always went with the demure – but expensive – collars.
    “James Merange.” Henry stood up and shook the man’s hand before settling back into his seat. Without invitation, both man and woman slipped into the chairs on the other side of the table. “And this must be the lovely Gwen I’ve heard so much about.”
    The blond woman blushed. Flattery always worked, even if a girl had no problems walking around in a public place with her nipples showing through her outfit. “You flatter me, Mr. Warren.”
    Monica bristled. Great. Jealousy already? That didn’t take long. When she lived with Jackson she didn’t get jealous of other women deferring to him. But she didn’t have a special name for that man. “Mr. Warren” was something Monica already associated with her new romance. She took a drink before anyone could see her face.
    “Nonsense. James talks about you all the time.” Once the other two were settled in and had ordered drinks, Henry turned to Monica. “Have you been introduced to Mr. Merange before?”