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here with me?” Raif knew it wouldn’t be wise to smirk at the uncertainty in Chicklet’s eyes, but there was some satisfaction at seeing her cockiness fade. They didn’t speak often, but when they did there was always tension—as though the wrong word would lead to a heated argument. Neither of them had pushed it that far yet. But he was about to. “Your boy left with his friends. There is something bothering him, but he wouldn’t speak to me after our scene.”
    Eyes like storm clouds sweeping over the mountainside forests of home flashed with rage. Chicklet’s hand whipped out to latch on to the front of his white dress shirt. “What did you do to him?”
    Raif gently plucked her fingers from his shirt, catching her hand before she could move away. She was a strong woman, tall enough that she matched his height with heels. But there was something delicate about her features, something he hadn’t noticed before because her eyes and her presence made her appear more a powerful force than a woman a man would lust after.
    One look from her could silence the most powerful Dom. She could pass for mid-thirties, but he had a feeling she was at least forty. Experienced, confident, and intimidating.
    To most.
    He smirked at her, not caring anymore if it was smart. If they were to discuss anything, she had to accept that he didn’t see her as the all-knowing Domme. They were equals, and he would show her all the respect she showed him. “He was begging to be punished. Rather than beat him, I reduced him to a thing. He could not speak and he didn’t get the attention he’s used to.”
    “Objectification.” Chicklet inclined her head, glancing at his hand holding hers, shifting closer, rather than away as he’d expected. “Creative. I like that. But do you really think you know him well enough to mindfuck him like that?”
    “If you were so concerned—”
    “I’m always concerned, but I knew there were people out there looking out for him.” She bared her teeth in a tight smile which made goose bumps rise on his flesh. “That’s not what I asked. Mason wouldn’t have let Tyler leave if he didn’t look okay. I’m not Tyler’s mother, I’m his Domme. I’ll discuss this with him later, but I trust him not to do anything stupid.”
    Raif released her hand and stepped back. “Then what are you asking?”
    “Why did you do it? You hardly ever play with the subs here, but you chose one who’s a teammate and a friend. And not for just any scene.” She cocked her head, looking him over slowly. “Do you care about him?”
    “I do. As a friend. And I’ ve considered—” Damn the woman. The shift in her demeanor, the honest curiosity in her tone, had him speaking without thinking. And yet—he had nothing to hide. “I’ve considered taking on a sub to train. I’m not interested in more.” He lifted his shoulders dismissively. “He needs it, but I’m sure you know that.”
    She nodded and turned, taking a few moments to observe Laura before returning her attention to him. “Maybe he does, but I have a feeling you’ve had a change of heart?”
    “He’s straight. That alone is more of an obstacle than I care to deal with.” He didn’t really need to say more, but he’d come here to warn Chicklet that there were issues she might not be aware of. “I’m not sure he’s fit to play at all right now. There was something in his eyes… I wouldn’t have let him leave if he were mine.”
    “It’s sweet that you’re worried.” Chicklet patted his cheek, laughing when he jerked away. “ Ah, so you’re one of those. You’ve never submitted to anyone, have you?”
    “I am well trained. You don’t need to worry that I mishandled your boy.”
    “I’m not worried. And I appreciate you coming to me about this. I’ll keep an eye on him.”
    “Good.” Nothing else to say. Raif had to get out of there. The woman made him uncomfortable and he wasn’t sure why. He’d been around many Dommes who’d