respect for anything,” she muttered before taking a grateful sip.
Zeke glanced toward the door. “Did someone say Louise is here? Then let her in!”
Amanda glared at him. “I don’t care if you’re doing her. She wasn’t a Plume member and this is a private party.”
Zeke’s eyes narrowed as he pointed to the floor. “My shop,” he said quietly. “I get to make some of the rules here.”
Rex noticed that Desdemona was looking wary. He could sense that Zeke was very angry, but didn’t know how to diffuse the situation. Someone turned down the music as everyone watched Amanda and Zeke square off.
“You didn’t have the right to give her a Plume tattoo!” Amanda said, her cheeks flushed.
“I have the right to give anyone any tattoo I want,” Zeke said, his voice still low and menacing. He bit off the words. “It’s my shop.”
“But the Plume was ours! She snuck in and broke the rules.”
“Amanda, it wasn’t your fault,” Tex said, putting a hand on Amanda’s shoulder.
“She did the show with Rex,” Zeke retorted. “She should get some credit for that. Didn’t a lot of you pose for her?”
There were some nods of assent, but people still watched Amanda. Her opinion carried more weight than Zeke’s with this crowd.
But not as much as Rex’s.
“I think Louise should be let in,” Rex said, his tone firm. “She wasn’t a member, but she had ties to the Plume even so.”
Amanda inhaled sharply. “You’re bending the rules for her.”
“The Plume is gone, Amanda,” Rex said gently. “And so are the rules.”
Amanda put down her drink, hard. “Then let her in, but do me the favor of keeping her friend out.”
“Friend?” Zeke asked.
“She’s evidently brought her roommate. She said she didn’t know the party was private tonight and wants the other one to get in as well. This isn’t a fucking open house!”
“Joanna,” Rex said, exhaling her name. Joanna was Louise’s roommate.
Amanda flicked a look at him. “How do you know her name?”
“She spent a week in the Dungeon, being trained by me.” Amanda’s brows rose. “Let her in.”
“If that one’s a submissive, then I’m a peacock,” Amanda said, jabbing her finger toward the closed door.
Rex smiled because he knew better.
Amanda stared at him for a long moment, as if she’d will him to change his mind.
Rex stared back, his expression set.
Zeke looked at Amanda and pointed to the door.
A murmur passed through the crowd, all occupants watching Amanda as she headed for the door and unlocked it with a fierce gesture. She was clearly unhappy about Rex’s choice, but ceded to him. Rex held his breath without meaning to do so as the door swung open. He felt Zeke studying him, but only could think about Joanna bound and captive and his to take. He remembered her locked into that chastity belt with the vibrator that kept her hot and ready for him at any time. He remembered binding her helpless half a dozen times. He remembered how she gasped when she was surprised, that sweet involuntary sound of innocence. His cock was hard and he was ready to make the most of her appearance.
But Joanna strode into the shop with a whole lot of attitude. Rex stared in surprise. She was wearing high black leather boots and black eyeliner, a leather jacket and a short skirt. She glanced over the other members in the tattoo parlor, surveyed the images of tattoos on the wall, then noticed Rex.
She met his gaze steadily and smiled, not in the least bit submissive, then crossed the room with disconcerting purpose. Rex watched her come closer with dismay. She was moving like a dominatrix, like a woman who was far from innocent, like a woman who knew her sexual power and how to use it. She was both softer and harder than he recalled, more confident in her femininity, and utterly disinteresting.
He lost his erection, right then and there.
He remembered Athena’s conviction that he loved Joanna only because she was his creation.
Zeke glanced toward the door. “Did someone say Louise is here? Then let her in!”
Amanda glared at him. “I don’t care if you’re doing her. She wasn’t a Plume member and this is a private party.”
Zeke’s eyes narrowed as he pointed to the floor. “My shop,” he said quietly. “I get to make some of the rules here.”
Rex noticed that Desdemona was looking wary. He could sense that Zeke was very angry, but didn’t know how to diffuse the situation. Someone turned down the music as everyone watched Amanda and Zeke square off.
“You didn’t have the right to give her a Plume tattoo!” Amanda said, her cheeks flushed.
“I have the right to give anyone any tattoo I want,” Zeke said, his voice still low and menacing. He bit off the words. “It’s my shop.”
“But the Plume was ours! She snuck in and broke the rules.”
“Amanda, it wasn’t your fault,” Tex said, putting a hand on Amanda’s shoulder.
“She did the show with Rex,” Zeke retorted. “She should get some credit for that. Didn’t a lot of you pose for her?”
There were some nods of assent, but people still watched Amanda. Her opinion carried more weight than Zeke’s with this crowd.
But not as much as Rex’s.
“I think Louise should be let in,” Rex said, his tone firm. “She wasn’t a member, but she had ties to the Plume even so.”
Amanda inhaled sharply. “You’re bending the rules for her.”
“The Plume is gone, Amanda,” Rex said gently. “And so are the rules.”
Amanda put down her drink, hard. “Then let her in, but do me the favor of keeping her friend out.”
“Friend?” Zeke asked.
“She’s evidently brought her roommate. She said she didn’t know the party was private tonight and wants the other one to get in as well. This isn’t a fucking open house!”
“Joanna,” Rex said, exhaling her name. Joanna was Louise’s roommate.
Amanda flicked a look at him. “How do you know her name?”
“She spent a week in the Dungeon, being trained by me.” Amanda’s brows rose. “Let her in.”
“If that one’s a submissive, then I’m a peacock,” Amanda said, jabbing her finger toward the closed door.
Rex smiled because he knew better.
Amanda stared at him for a long moment, as if she’d will him to change his mind.
Rex stared back, his expression set.
Zeke looked at Amanda and pointed to the door.
A murmur passed through the crowd, all occupants watching Amanda as she headed for the door and unlocked it with a fierce gesture. She was clearly unhappy about Rex’s choice, but ceded to him. Rex held his breath without meaning to do so as the door swung open. He felt Zeke studying him, but only could think about Joanna bound and captive and his to take. He remembered her locked into that chastity belt with the vibrator that kept her hot and ready for him at any time. He remembered binding her helpless half a dozen times. He remembered how she gasped when she was surprised, that sweet involuntary sound of innocence. His cock was hard and he was ready to make the most of her appearance.
But Joanna strode into the shop with a whole lot of attitude. Rex stared in surprise. She was wearing high black leather boots and black eyeliner, a leather jacket and a short skirt. She glanced over the other members in the tattoo parlor, surveyed the images of tattoos on the wall, then noticed Rex.
She met his gaze steadily and smiled, not in the least bit submissive, then crossed the room with disconcerting purpose. Rex watched her come closer with dismay. She was moving like a dominatrix, like a woman who was far from innocent, like a woman who knew her sexual power and how to use it. She was both softer and harder than he recalled, more confident in her femininity, and utterly disinteresting.
He lost his erection, right then and there.
He remembered Athena’s conviction that he loved Joanna only because she was his creation.
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