“Yes, Sir.” That was an odd request, to keep her head down, but she really didn’t want to know if Lennox was nearby, so she didn’t mind too much.
In her rush to get to her feet, she moved too quickly and a sharp pain radiated up her leg. Hot tears sprang to her eyes, but she blinked them back, thankful that her head was down and no one saw.
She worked quickly to undress. Her ankle hurt when she moved it, but she didn’t say anything because her ankle had nothing to do with the scene she was playing with Matt. She couldn’t help but wonder what he had planned. If she had to guess, from the setup, she’d go with an impact scene. Maybe a paddle or flogger.
Though she wasn’t with the Dom she wanted to be with, she was strangely looking forward to whatever Matt had in store. Outside of that one night with Lennox, it’d been way too long since she’d played with a knowledgeable Dom. Especially one who was a stranger. Excitement pulsed through her body.
Oh yes, she’d forgotten the rush that preceded a scene.
With her head still down, she turned and walked the few short steps to the bench and leaned over it. Matt moved behind her and pushed down on her upper body.
“All the way, grab the holds at the bottom,” he said.
She had to stand on her toes to reach them and she hoped she was able to hide her wince of pain. She decided she must have, because Matt didn’t comment on it. She took a deep breath and waited for further instruction.
He shifted behind her, and gently stroked her backside. Though she didn’t mean to, she compared his touch to Lennox’s. She’d been right in her assessment—Matt’s hands were far rougher. And though his touch was nice, that was really all she could say about it. It didn’t make her ache with longing or burn throughout her body like Lennox’s touch.
He spanked her a few times in warm up and she counted the lines of woodgrain on the hardwood floor. The first stroke of a flogger caught her a bit off guard and she jerked, putting more pressure on her bad ankle. She sucked in a breath at the pain.
Matt didn’t stop or slow down, and truthfully, she didn’t want him to. She wanted him to flog her, to take her away momentarily from all her problems and to leave her mind so transfixed she didn’t feel the urge to count woodgrain.
He gradually picked up speed and it was a decent flogging. He was perfectly adequate as a Dom, but that was it. She wondered if Lennox had ruined her for other Doms? But how could that be when he’d never flogged her?
“I get the distinct impression you’re not with me, Mary.”
Hell, there he went with the Mary again. She rolled her eyes. This was a mistake. She shouldn’t have agreed to do this. Lennox was probably still upstairs and all she’d have to show for the club visit was a sore ankle.
The next strikes of the flogger were low on her body. He struck the back of her calves, the tips hitting just above the brace, and she yelped. Finally, she let go of the handhold and fell hard to her feet. Pain shot up her leg.
“Damn it. Red,” she exclaimed as she slid to the floor.
“Mary?”
“Her fucking name is not Mary.”
Mariela groaned at the sound of his voice. Of course. Now he’d show up. Now, when she was on her ass in front of god and everyone in a new club.
“Who are you?” she heard Matt ask.
“I’m her employer.”
“Man, that’s fucked up.” Matt had certainly nailed that one. “But this is my scene and you need to leave.”
Except she didn’t want Lennox to leave. She was embarrassed as hell and felt like shit, but she didn’t want him to leave. “Lennox. Stay.”
She glanced up in time to see the look of triumph on his face. And a polar opposite look on Matt’s.
“Are you with him?” Matt asked, and to Lennox, he added, “I asked her if she wanted to play. She didn’t say she was with anyone.”
“No, I’m not with him.” Mariela tried to stand, but her ankle hurt too much. “He’s a friend is all.”
“Where’s your boot?” Lennox asked with a bit of anger in his tone.
“In the dressing room,” she mumbled.
Lennox gave a signal to someone behind her.
“You didn’t tell me you were injured,” Matt said.
She reached her hand up to Lennox. “Help, please.”
Lennox scooped her up while glaring at Matt. “You didn’t ask if she had any medical issues?”
As Lennox’s words sank in, his face paled and he saw his error. “No. But she should have told me.”
“Agreed,” Lennox said. “And I’ll be having that conversation with her privately. But for now, I want you to see your mistake as a Dom.”
“Who are you?” Matt asked.
But instead of answering him, Lennox turned to the group of men he’d been standing with upstairs. “This lack of communication between players is exactly what I was telling you that you needed to watch out for. Both parties were in error here, but it is imperative that you ensure your Doms know what to ask when negotiating a scene.”
Lennox was here consulting? Mariela looked at him in shock. What the hell?
“Marie, the submissive here, hurt her leg in a car accident and it would appear that she is supposed to be wearing a boot. Is that right, Marie?”
She felt her face heat. “Yes, Sir.”
“And you didn’t feel it necessary to let the Dom you were playing with know about the injury?”
Damn him for doing this in public. “I didn’t think he’d do anything that would put stress on my leg or ankle.”
“And as a sub in the scene are you supposed to know everything he has planned?”
“No, Sir.”
“Exactly. Which is why Doms rely on the submissive to not withhold important information. Wouldn’t you agree?”
Oh, she was going to let him have it when they were alone. “Yes, Sir. I royally fucked up. Not telling the Dom I was playing with about my ankle was fuckup number three. Playing with someone was fuckup number two. But my number one fuckup was giving a shit about you and coming here in the first place.”
Several of the surrounding people gasped at her words, several others snickered. Lennox glared at her.
“Are you trying to earn a spanking?” he asked.
“I don’t know. Can you do anything other than run your mouth? Sir?”
She didn’t know what she was doing. The words simply left her mouth without any communication with her brain. Perhaps, deep inside, she was hoping he’d punish her. But one look at the expression on his face told her that he was onto her.
“I happen to recall a very similar situation involving another submissive who was trying to goad me into punishing her.” Lennox spoke very calmly. “You gave me some excellent advice. Do you remember?”
Oh, hell.
Lennox laughed, and she realized she’d spoken out loud. “Exactly.”
The tall redhead approached them carrying her boot and no one said anything as she buckled it in place.
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When she finished, Lennox motioned toward the Dom in the front of the group he’d been addressing. “Eric, please cane Marie for me. When you finish, bring her to me in room C. Be sure to be mindful of her injured leg and ankle.”
She cursed under her breath, but Lennox simply nodded at her and turned away, heading toward the aftercare rooms along the back wall.