“I didn’t watch the show at all. I know people on it because you’ve mentioned them in the past.”
“She was a fan favorite. After the show, fans wanted her to find her Dom. I’ve been after her for weeks, trying to get her to agree. I think I got her last night. She said she’ll meet me for lunch today. Before I meet her, I wanted to be able to say that we have a location to shoot.” She put her hands in prayer form. “Please. I really don’t ask you for much.”
“Neither do I. I asked for support, and didn’t get it.” Jace shook his head. “This is a big one. Using my home to film a reality TV show is huge, especially since I won’t be there.” He went over to the window unit and billowed his shirt to get some cool air against his overheated flesh. “And the reason I said you can’t do it is because, logistically, it won’t work.”
Ananda stood. In her wedge heels, she almost reached Jace’s six-foot-four-inch height. She still had to look up to peer him in his eyes.
“Why do you say that?” She crossed her arms over her chest as though ready for a fight.
“Slaves don’t pick their Masters or Mistresses.”
“I know.” She smiled harder. “That’s why Meadow will go in as a submissive. Submissives have more power. They regulate play during a session. They sit down with prospective Doms and Dommes to see if their style of play is appropriate for them. It would work.”
Ananda had learned a lot in her five years with Eagan. That impressed Jace. He still didn’t like the idea of filming the show at all, and especially, doing it at his house. “So how many people will she have to choose from?”
Before she answered, Ananda reached into her purse and pulled out her tablet. She swiped her finger over the screen and turned it to Jace. “I’m thinking sixteen.”
“Sixteen? You are going to have her ass worn out after the first week.” He laughed, but when he noticed Ananda didn’t share in his joy, he clarified himself. “I’m assuming you’re going to have these Doms—”
“And Dommes.”
“Yes, and Dommes, play with her during the show, right?”
Ananda shook her head. “I have a plan for that. I’ll have house slaves so that Meadow can watch the play.”
“So she’ll never be played with at all?” Not that Jace cared about the show. The more questions he asked, the more intrigued he became.
“No, she will for the final four or so. Until then, she’ll watch. She can see how each Dom plays with different slaves to know which style suits her.” She flicked her finger across the tablet screen. “See. I have each episode planned out. I need a few crucial items.” She stared at him and held her tablet against her chest. “Please.”
“I still don’t see why this can’t be filmed at your house. He’s not going to be there so he won’t know anyway.” He tried staring into her eyes to get the truth, but Ananda kept looking away. “What is it?”
She took a deep breath before she blurted the truth. “We are having work done on the house. I’m sorry. Eagan went with another company.”
Jace didn’t know why hearing that his brother chose a stranger over him still bothered him. At this point, it shouldn’t have. He should have gotten used to the idea of being dismissed and ignored.
Then it hit him. Ananda had planned on using him, using his home, then discarding him just like Eagan had in the past. Not anymore. If they didn’t want to connect with him when they didn’t need anything, then he wouldn’t let them do it now.
“No.” Jace shook his head. “You can’t use my place either.” He walked by her and picked up his suit jacket. “For one, I won’t be home. I’m going out of town tomorrow. I don’t want strangers running around in my house.”
“Jace, please.” Ananda’s voice became low and plaintive. “It’s hard for me to ask for help. I don’t have any family to turn to.”
Jace stopped moving for a moment to give his full
“She was a fan favorite. After the show, fans wanted her to find her Dom. I’ve been after her for weeks, trying to get her to agree. I think I got her last night. She said she’ll meet me for lunch today. Before I meet her, I wanted to be able to say that we have a location to shoot.” She put her hands in prayer form. “Please. I really don’t ask you for much.”
“Neither do I. I asked for support, and didn’t get it.” Jace shook his head. “This is a big one. Using my home to film a reality TV show is huge, especially since I won’t be there.” He went over to the window unit and billowed his shirt to get some cool air against his overheated flesh. “And the reason I said you can’t do it is because, logistically, it won’t work.”
Ananda stood. In her wedge heels, she almost reached Jace’s six-foot-four-inch height. She still had to look up to peer him in his eyes.
“Why do you say that?” She crossed her arms over her chest as though ready for a fight.
“Slaves don’t pick their Masters or Mistresses.”
“I know.” She smiled harder. “That’s why Meadow will go in as a submissive. Submissives have more power. They regulate play during a session. They sit down with prospective Doms and Dommes to see if their style of play is appropriate for them. It would work.”
Ananda had learned a lot in her five years with Eagan. That impressed Jace. He still didn’t like the idea of filming the show at all, and especially, doing it at his house. “So how many people will she have to choose from?”
Before she answered, Ananda reached into her purse and pulled out her tablet. She swiped her finger over the screen and turned it to Jace. “I’m thinking sixteen.”
“Sixteen? You are going to have her ass worn out after the first week.” He laughed, but when he noticed Ananda didn’t share in his joy, he clarified himself. “I’m assuming you’re going to have these Doms—”
“And Dommes.”
“Yes, and Dommes, play with her during the show, right?”
Ananda shook her head. “I have a plan for that. I’ll have house slaves so that Meadow can watch the play.”
“So she’ll never be played with at all?” Not that Jace cared about the show. The more questions he asked, the more intrigued he became.
“No, she will for the final four or so. Until then, she’ll watch. She can see how each Dom plays with different slaves to know which style suits her.” She flicked her finger across the tablet screen. “See. I have each episode planned out. I need a few crucial items.” She stared at him and held her tablet against her chest. “Please.”
“I still don’t see why this can’t be filmed at your house. He’s not going to be there so he won’t know anyway.” He tried staring into her eyes to get the truth, but Ananda kept looking away. “What is it?”
She took a deep breath before she blurted the truth. “We are having work done on the house. I’m sorry. Eagan went with another company.”
Jace didn’t know why hearing that his brother chose a stranger over him still bothered him. At this point, it shouldn’t have. He should have gotten used to the idea of being dismissed and ignored.
Then it hit him. Ananda had planned on using him, using his home, then discarding him just like Eagan had in the past. Not anymore. If they didn’t want to connect with him when they didn’t need anything, then he wouldn’t let them do it now.
“No.” Jace shook his head. “You can’t use my place either.” He walked by her and picked up his suit jacket. “For one, I won’t be home. I’m going out of town tomorrow. I don’t want strangers running around in my house.”
“Jace, please.” Ananda’s voice became low and plaintive. “It’s hard for me to ask for help. I don’t have any family to turn to.”
Jace stopped moving for a moment to give his full
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