Make Me, Sir

anyone watching would see-an appliance truck leaving after making a delivery. Another idea off the Overseer’s list. No one questioned repair guys. Had an emergency call, ma’am. The machine flooded the laundry room.

Once out on the road, he tossed his clear-lensed glasses onto the passenger seat and removed the baseball cap.

Two little birdies left to go. Whistling a tune, he thought about the woman cuffed in the back of the van. Long hair. Nice ass. Big tits. He hardened. If he hurried, he and Jang could have some fun with her before the boat arrived.

Chapter Eight

Later that evening, Marcus wandered through the club, checking on his trainees. Two of the newer doms had requested Sally. Marcus had hoped two doms might intimidate her a tad, but she was topping from the bottom as always, telling them what to do, what they messed up. Damn.

A young dom-sub couple had Tanner for a flogging scene, and the young man not only looked fit to burst but grinned between each stroke. Having already done scenes, Dara, Austin, and Uzuri now served drinks. Dara’s session had lasted awhile, and Marcus smiled at the pink stripes running up the back of her thighs.

He headed toward the stocks to check on Gabrielle. Marcus had wanted to see how she handled a new dom and mild erotic pain, so he’d agreed to let Holt, a dom in his late twenties, switch her.

After that, he might nab one of the free subs for a playtime of his own. The battle with Gabrielle earlier and her climax under his hands had left him hard as a rock-but fucking her during this constant defiance stage of hers wouldn’t be wise.

At the stocks, the blond dom wore a black jacket and leather pants. After her introduction to Holt, Gabrielle had eyed his biker jacket, which apparently matched her conception of a dom’s proper attire, and smirked at Marcus. Marcus chuckled. She might drive him crazy, but the little redhead certainly didn’t bore him.

He chose a seat at an angle to the play area. Holt had secured her well, with her head and hands restrained in the wooden bar and her yellow hot pants pulled down to bare her ass.

The little sub was quite a colorful sight. Pale, pale skin. A yellow top that barely contained her pretty breasts. The three yellow earrings in her right ear matched her clothing, two blue ones in the left to match her dyed locks, and a curling vine tattoo on her arm duplicated the colors. In the brighter light of the scene area, her hair glinted in a myriad of reds and golds-and blue. Odd how he’d only thought her pretty at first, but she truly was a lovely sub.

As Holt walked in a slow circle around her, Gabrielle’s face flushed, her hands clenching. Her weight shifted from leg to leg as if she realized how vulnerable her ass was in that position. Nervous. Excited. Very nice.

Taking his time, Holt played with her pussy and breasts to increase her arousal. Marcus had watched the dom work before. He did a fine job, although Marcus wanted to be the one with his hands running over her soft ass and teasing her pale pink nipples to stand erect.

Holt started to switch her lightly, watching her reactions.

After a few gentle swats, Gabrielle fisted her hands, and her mouth tightened-not in pain, but as if she struggled with herself. Here we go, Marcus thought, not sure whether to laugh or curse.

“Is this all you got?” she asked loudly. “Hey, even that stuffy trainer hits harder.”

Stuffy trainer. Well, damn.

In a tuneful voice, she sang, “Anything you can do, he can do better…”

Marcus smothered a smile.

Holt tapped the switch on his palm, then tossed it aside, obviously deciding to see why she deliberately provoked him. He sauntered around the stocks and fisted his hand in her hair. The music from the dance floor drowned out whatever he said to her. Then he walked back and picked up the switch. Marcus assessed him-still in control. No anger. Good enough.

Turning his attention to Gabrielle, Marcus stiffened. Her face had turned dead white and expressionless, her eyes blank. What the hell had Holt said to her? Even as Marcus rose, Holt swung, caught her abnormally still body language, and pulled the blow. He tossed the switch aside again and reached her head just as Marcus got to the ropes.

“Marcus, help me get her loose. She’s frozen up.” With one hand, Holt rubbed Gabrielle’s back; with the other, he unlatched the bar. He crooned, “It’s all right, sweetheart. You’re safe.” He flipped back the upper bar that trapped her neck and wrists. “Gabrielle. Look at me, Gabrielle.” He shook his head at Marcus. “She’s out of it, dammit.”

But her legs hadn’t buckled, Marcus realized as he pulled her shorts up and helped move her out of the stocks. His gut tightened. This wasn’t a normal reaction at all. Holt wrapped an arm around her, holding her up, still in charge of the scene. When her legs buckled, Marcus forced himself not to reach for her, but God, he wanted to-to snatch her away, to hold her, to see what was wrong.

Holt looked up. “I’m still a stranger to her, and I’m not going to play pissing games with a terrified sub. Take her.”

Marcus gave him a grateful nod and swung her into his arms. “Sugar, you’re safe. Relax now. You’re safe.” He stepped out of the roped-off area.

Olivia in a dungeon monitor vest waited nearby to see if they needed help.

“We got it,” he murmured to her and settled onto a couch, Holt dropping down beside them. With an arm behind her back, Marcus leaned Gabrielle against his chest, then cupped her cheek. “Gabrielle, I need for you to look at me now,” he said gently.

Her eyes were wide, unfocused, much like a sub in endorphin overload, but her stiff body, pale face, and clammy skin indicated something else. Worry deepened and sharpened his voice. “Gabrielle. Look. At. Me.”

She jerked as if he’d slapped her. Some of the blankness receded from her gaze. She blinked and stared at him, then around, obviously not remembering how she’d ended up on his lap. When she shivered, he wrapped his arms around her.

Holt fetched a fluffy subbie blanket and tucked it over the girl.

“Thank you,” she whispered and frowned at the young dom. “I was with you, wasn’t I? The stocks?”

“You were, Gabrielle.” Holt took her hand and watched her reaction carefully. She didn’t jerk away. “Can you tell me what happened? What scared you?”

She shook her head, her brows together.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No.” Her smile wavered a little. “I don’t…” Her muscles tightened.

“Easy, sugar,” Marcus murmured.

She glanced up at him. “Marcus?” Her body relaxed, melting into him.

He kissed the top of her head. She trusted him, and the knowledge warmed him. Relieved him. To see the feisty little sub reduced to frozen fear had worried the hell out of him.

“You smarted off to Holt,” Marcus said. “Do you remember?”

She nodded, glanced under her lashes at the dom. “Um. Yeah. Sorry.”

“You tried to get a rise out of me,” Holt said. “Did you really want me to switch you harder?”

Tensing again, she shook her head. “Uh-uh.”

Marcus frowned. One more time where her insolent behavior didn’t make sense. She didn’t like pain. Sometimes a sub wanted a dom’s attention, but Gabrielle already had that.

He shook his head. Analyze later, Atherton. Right now, he needed to know what had caused her response, and since she didn’t remember, they’d go through it step-by-step. “Holt grabbed your hair,” Marcus said. Moving slowly, he curled his fingers into her hair and pulled.

If anything, she softened against him.

Holt grinned. “Well, that certainly wasn’t it.”

“Then Holt said something to you. Do you remember what, darlin’?”

“He did?” She bit her lip and frowned at the younger dom. “You grabbed my hair, and you bent over and-” Her