She makes that awkward giggle sound again, and I shake my head. I’ve come this far; might as well tell him the rest of it.
“I thought it would be perfect. Maybe she would just be going to a restaurant or something and I could act like I just happened to be running into her. Like, ‘Heeey, Ms. Richards. What are you doing here?’ I don’t know. Some shit like that. But then she puts on some lacy mask around her eyes and disappears behind this super ominous-looking door. So I followed her in. And that’s when I discovered what was inside.”
“There was no one checking IDs?” Doc growls.
Evie raises her hand. “I got there super early by accident. It… it had been a rough day,” she adds, and I wince, knowing it had been me who made her feel that way.
Doc turns his eyes from her back to me. “And how exactly did you know what the club was if she got there before it opened?”
“Kinda put two and two together when I climbed the stairs and saw Ms. Richards standing there in her lingerie,” I tell him, my voice flat. And the way his hands fist where his wrists rest on his crossed leg makes me narrow my eyes. “Wait a minute…” I sit back and twist so my back rests against the arm of the couch. “Have…” I look between Doc and Evie, my brows dragging together as the thought that just occurred to me fills me with raging jealousy. “Have you two—”
“No!” Evie cries, but my eyes stay locked with Doc’s.
“You were the one who introduced her to this form of ‘therapy.’ You’re part owner of this club. Does that mean you—” I see nothing but red and can’t seem to finish that sentence. “I cannot have a therapist who has fucked the woman I—”
Before I know what’s happening, Evie is straddling my lap, taking my face in her hands, and forcing me to look into her eyes instead of at Doc, who I want to murder right now even though he’s bigger than me. I’m pretty sure there’s enough adrenaline in my system right now that I could swing this whole goddamn couch at his fucking head.
“Nathaniel,” she murmurs, scooting even closer on my lap to where she’s sitting over my hips instead of my thighs. She leans forward and kisses me, and some of the red dissipates. “Baby, I’ve never been with Doc. And while I might’ve had a little crush on him when I was seventeen and thought he was super cute—”
I growl, every muscle in my body tensing and ready to attack the fucker.
“—that quickly changed when I started coming to therapy twice a week and I soon saw him more as a father-figure.”
I huff. “A father-figure who teaches you BDSM?” I sneer.
“Okay, so not so much a father-figure, but like… the only male I had in my life who taught me how to take care of myself,” she explains, and I relax marginally.
I look her in the eyes so I know… I just know she won’t be able to lie to me. “He’s never once been your Dom?”
“At the club, all submissives respect the Dominants as if they were their own. But if you’re asking if we’ve ever had a scene together, the answer is no.”
“I do not scene with my patients,” Doc speaks up, his voice calm, and I look over at him, seeing he’s picked up his notepad and pen again.
After a moment, I turn back to Evie and give her a slight nod, and she gives me one more quick kiss before sitting back on the couch, albeit keeping her legs over mine and crossing her ankles.
“For the record, Nate, if you decide to become a member of Club Alias, the man you will receive training from to become a Dominant is the same man who taught Evelyn to be a proper submissive.”
My eyes snap to his.
“Will you be able to handle knowing the fact that he’s scened with your sub?” Doc prompts.
My lips twist while I really think about that question. Could I learn something so important from a man who has fucked my girl? Would I be able to concentrate enough to be trained in this way of life while having the niggling thought in the back of my head, the image of him touching, punishing… rewarding the woman who I think of as mine?
Evie speaks up in her sweet voice, and I turn to focus on her. “If it makes a difference, he’s now super happily married with a baby on the way. He hasn’t touched anyone but her since the day he met her. Seven’s a very… hands-off kind of trainer nowadays, but he’s still the best around.”
That actually does make me feel somewhat better. I’m not one to kiss and tell, but Evie has to know it’s some of her own students she sees every day who I fucked in the past. She doesn’t seem to let that bother her, so can’t I show her the same trust and respect?
I make the decision, knowing this is the path I want my life to take. And if being trained by someone who taught Evie to be such a perfect and amazing submissive, even if that training involved him scening with her, then that’s something I’ll just have to come to terms with.
“I’ll be able
