I slap his abs with the back of my hand, but he doesn’t even flinch. “It was one study hall group, not the whole world.” I roll my eyes.
“Mouse, you could’ve said it to one person, and it would’ve spread through the school like wildfire,” he points out, and I purse my lips.
“Fair enough,” I grumble, and he wraps his arm around me and tucks me into his side.
“So uh, Doc. How do I get this ball rolling? It’s Tuesday, and while my girl hasn’t said anything about it, I know she’s anxious to be back in her ‘happy place,’ as she calls it, and I was hoping to take her there this Friday,” Nate tells him, and I perk up, my eyes going wide at the possibility.
Doc nods, making a note on his pad. “I’ll make sure to expedite your paperwork if you want to get me everything by tomorrow.”
“I’ll call my accountant tonight,” Nate replies, and I snort next to him. When he turns his head to look at me with a raised brow, I pull my lips between my teeth. “What?” he prompts.
I shake my head. “Nothing,” I singsong, but when he tickles my side, I squeal. “First, a financial advisor, and now an accountant. You’re the oldest eighteen-year-old I’ve ever known.”
“Can’t let you feel like too much of a cradle robber,” he teases, and I squawk and punch his side… to which he doesn’t even flinch… again.
“Well, you two, that’s the end of your hour,” Doc says, setting his pad to the side and standing. He holds his hand out to Nate when we stand from the couch, and he grips it tightly. “While the average number of sessions for club entry is four, and I’ve approved you for membership, I’d like to suggest you continue coming, maybe twice a month, for a session for us to keep an eye on your OCD, just until we really get a handle on the symptoms and to document how your Dominant training affects it.”
“Will do, Doc. I’ll be here,” Nate agrees, and I beam up at him. “Will you be at the club on Friday?”
“I haven’t decided yet. I have… other things I’m working on at the moment, but I might stop by just to say hi,” Doc replies, and he pulls out some papers from his folio. “Here’s the membership application and the account information for the money transfer.”
“Sounds good. I’ll get it sent ASAP.”
And with that, we leave the office, and Nathaniel takes me out for a nice dinner, claiming he wants a steak. Two hours later, we go to my house for a “celebratory quickie,” as he calls it, before he tucks me into bed and heads home.
Chapter 24
Nate
There’s so much to look at, but at the same time, all I see is Evelyn. Dressed in black lace lingerie, a sheer black robe wrapped around her to make me a little less homicidal, I can’t stop looking at her. Somehow, she transformed the moment she stepped into the club. Still submissive and respectful, but every last drop of her anxiety and unconscious fidgeting—gone. Gone is my little, meek library mouse, and in her place is a sensual cougar who reeks of confidence. I’ve had a perma-boner since the moment we arrived.
And although there are countless women around in various states of undress, it’s not even a challenge to pay sole attention to the woman I love, because she’s the most beautiful of them all.
We sit in one of the large black leather booths, Evie sipping a glass of white wine while I finish off my mineral water. Just because I’m now a member of an elite BDSM club doesn’t mean I get to illegally drink underage. Not that I would anyway, since I drove, and I wouldn’t risk putting my girl in any type of unnecessary danger.
Evie perks up beside me. “Oh! There he is! Awww, look at her little belly,” she coos, and I turn in the direction she’s looking.
“That’s the trainer? Seven or whatever?” I prompt, looking him up and down, allowing myself just one moment to imagine him with Evelyn. My nostrils flare with jealousy, but then the couple approaches a guy who would tower over even me.
“Yes, and the Dom they’re talking to is called Knight,” she tells me. “And before you ask, no, I’ve never scened with him. He never participated in the activities here until recently, when he too got married and his wife started coming. Interesting relationship those two have.”
“How so?” I ask curiously.
“They’re switches.”
“Switches?” I prompt, my brow furrowing, unfamiliar with the term. I haven’t come across it in my research.
She leans her head on my shoulder, but I continue to watch the three near the bar. “Yeah, they switch roles. Sometimes he’s the Dom, and then the other times she is.”
I huff. “Don’t get any ideas, mouse.”
She scoffs. “As if. Could you imagine?” She giggles.
I chuckle. “No, I can’t.”
I stare at the trainer as they all chat for a minute, and then Seven turns to his wife, places his hands gently on either side of her little bump, and proceeds to bend down and loudly motorboat her tits. I lift a brow at that then watch as his wife laughs and swats him away, shaking her head as she looks back up at the tall dude while Seven steps behind her, wrapping his arms around her and placing his chin down on her shoulder. When he starts swaying their bodies back and forth to the beat of the music filling the club, rubbing big circles on her belly with open palms, I look away just as she closes her eyes and he places a kiss to the side of her throat.
My eyes turn to Evie, seeing she’s watching me. With a little smirk on her lips, her eyes roam over my face. She
