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"What about you? We haven't given you any pleasure."
    My mouth quirks up and I touch her cheek. "On the contrary, kitten." I may not have gotten a release, but I will. At some point. For our scene, I didn’t care. I suppose I was too wrapped up in wanting them to get a proper introduction to my lifestyle. "I enjoyed myself very much." I give Brayden a glance because he's just as included. "If we scene together again, expect me to crank it up." I smirk as two sets of cheeks flame with heat.
    "You—you're willing to do another scene with us?" Brayden asks hesitantly.
    "Of course." There's no denying that. "But if we do, we will sit down and talk beforehand—about limits and so on." The thought of maybe having them in a bed where they're both restrained…or perhaps strapping Brayden to a sawhorse…or maybe fucking Evangeline into oblivion in a swing… fuck .
    Too many possibilities.

Chapter 4
    " You owe me, my man." Kevin walks up to the bar in the Cave and sits down on a stool. "I'm all sweaty and drenched in beer."
    I chuckle as I prepare a Jack and Coke for one of the guests. Switch in all its entirety is dark and foggy, subs and Doms running around playing Hide & Seek, so it's not easy to see what I'm doing. "Tell your wife to go easy on you tonight. Or…maybe extra hard?" Kevin's wife is one scary Mistress. Sadist, hard-core, and unforgiving. But that’s what does it for Kevin. "But you're right." I set the drink down in front of the Dom who ordered it and return to Kevin. "I do owe you. Thanks for covering for me."
    One naked sub runs into the Cave, quickly finding a hiding spot in one of the hollow foam blocks, and Kevin and I watch in amusement as her Dom—or Daddy Dom, actually—is hot on her tail. John, I note when I squint my eyes to see in the dark. That means the subbie's Gabriella, his Little Girl. Also Nicholas and Kayla's friends.
    The fog the DMs keep releasing makes it close to impossible to recognize faces, but if you're close enough, it works.
    "I'm surprised you're not playing tonight." Kevin turns in his seat to face me again. "There's always a line of subs around you, so it can't be that you haven't found anyone."
    "Liam's daughter is sick. I'm covering for him," I answer, but my focus is on a sub who might be skirting the rules soon. Because she's standing near a scening stall, fiddling with the curtain. Considering. Looking around. And when she lifts the curtain to slip inside, I let out a sharp whistle to get her attention. Oh, I get it, all right. Caught with her hand in the cookie jar . Folding my arms over my chest, I stare her down as she dutifully walks over. "You know the stalls are off-limits."
    "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir." She gulps, her eyes flicking around, presumably to see if her Dom is near. "May this one go now?"
    Speaking about herself in the third person is a sure giveaway to the fact that she's a slave. Not every one talks like that, but it's common enough.
    "What's your color, slave?"
    "Oh, green." She nods furiously, and I give her body a once-over. She's only wearing a thong and her collar. Flushed cheeks, eyes wide with excitement, constricted nipples, and thighs pressed together for friction. Fair enough .
    I s nicker and quickly jot down two lines on a notepad. Next I tear off the top sheet and fold it together. "I want you to give this to your Master." I tuck it into her white glow-in-the-dark wristband. "Off you go."
    "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." She runs.
    Kevin and I share a laugh and then someone orders a beer, so I get to it.
    "What did you write on the note?" he asks.
    "That she tried to hide in one of the stalls." I slide the beer over the bar to the patron, as always checking for wristbands, but this man isn't wearing any. "That’s seven dollars, sir."
    "And what if I know the owner?" The man lifts his head and smirks.
    I'll be damned . "Rio!" I laugh in disbelief and shake his hand. "When the hell did you get back?" This guy is always in some remote corner of