of giving myself completely
to him is a little scary.”
The dominatrix smiled and this time it held real
warmth. “Do you trust him?” Nola nodded. “Then you must believe in that trust.
Alex would never hurt you. Being a Dom, it’s all about that connection. Did you
see my act, the one at Christmas? Alex said that you were there but you might
have missed the show.”
Nola blushed at the vivid images that ran through
her mind. “Yes, I did see it. Not all of it, though.”
“Do you think that anyone would let me tie them to equipment
if they didn’t trust me? Every submissive has a safe word. You can also discuss
your limits with Alex. These are the rules you put in place, not Alex. The submissive has all the power in the relationship
because they can always say stop.” Lilith put her cup down onto the desk next
to her. “But be careful that you don’t overuse it. Alex has probably already guessed
your limits. He’ll push you as far as he thinks you can take it.”
What were the chances she’d somehow fallen asleep at
her desk and was dreaming? It was by far the strangest conversation that had
ever taken place in her classroom. A woman she barely knew was telling her how
to save a relationship Nola hadn’t realised was in trouble. Lilith was right
and nobody knew Alex as well as she did. Not even Nola.
“How do I start? I mean, do I just come out and tell
him?”
“How do you expect him to know unless you tell him?”
Lilith got back to her feet. “I need to go and get the club open. I’ll know
what you’ve decided judging by Alex’s mood on Monday morning.” She winked at
Nola. “Have fun.”
Chapter
Two
There was only one place that
Alex Winchester wanted to be, and work wasn’t it. The plan had been simple: cook
a delicious romantic meal, and start to enjoy the two blissfully uninterrupted
days he had with Nola. Instead, he’d gotten a phone call at four o’clock saying
there was a problem with the plumbing at the club. For whatever reason, they had
no clue where Lilith was and she hadn’t taken her phone with her. The news had
put him in a bad mood, one that he was finding hard to shake. Lilith was
supposed to be proving that she could take more of a management role in the
club. They might have owned the club together, but besides doing some of the
paperwork and her stage act, Lilith didn’t do the same job Alex did. He loosened
his tie as he looked up at the clock. This
is ridiculous. I’m going to have to ring Nola and ask her to come round a
little later.
The plumber had said it wouldn’t
take much work to fix the burst pipe. The rest of the club would be able to
open tonight. The revenue they’d lose if they didn’t open tonight meant they
couldn’t afford not to open. The dungeon in the basement would have to be
closed though, until they got the floor cleaned up. He allowed himself a small
smile at the expression that had crossed the plumber’s face as he’d taken in
the equipment they kept down there.
He’d already assigned the job of
clean-up to Katherine. It was punishment for trying to come between him and
Nola. He trusted he wouldn’t have to do anything else about it. Katherine was
good at her job and it would be a shame to have to fire her, but he'd do it if
he had to. The double doors opened with a vaguely dramatic air and Lilith
walked in. Judging from the expression on her face, she’d probably seen the
plumber’s van outside. “Why is it that I leave this place for a few hours and
everything goes to hell?”
“You shouldn’t have left at all,
Lilith. You said you’d be able to look after the club and then no-one could find
you when they needed you. Where the hell were you?” Alex snapped the words at
her.
Lilith seemed to grow a few
inches. That indescribable thing that made her Madame Tease descended over her,
and Alex fought the urge to squirm under the intense stare. “I don’t answer to
you, Alex. I’m sorry I didn’t mention to
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