I fucked this up so badly, and now I don’t know what to do.
Rocco has run off, leaving me on the floor with my tits still hanging out. I want to go after him, but for all I know, I’ll just make it worse. I pushed him way too hard and way too fast, and now he might never speak to me again.
I can’t sit here and do nothing. I have to fix this. I have no idea how, but I need to find a way. I upset him, and that’s the very last thing I want to do. It’s my job to keep him feeling safe, and I failed completely.
I loosely tie up my corset, adjust my skirt, and take a few steps out toward the open dungeon area. I see Rocco near the stairs to the exit, but Cree seems to have stopped him from leaving. As much as I want to go to Rocco immediately, I know there is nothing I want to hear coming out of Cree’s mouth. After talking about my father and everything else in my past, I do not want to be anywhere near that man.
I hesitate, not sure if I should go or not, and Cree looks over at me.
He looks away, waving in another direction. I glance over to see Kas near a St. Andrew’s Cross, pulling a robe around her shoulders. Cree looks at her and then points at me. I narrow my eyes as Kas starts to walk over.
All right, if there is one thing I prefer even less than talking to Cree, it’s talking to his vanilla-looking girlfriend. My heart starts to beat harder, and my muscles tighten as she approaches. Even in the dim dungeon lighting, I can clearly see the bruises around her neck and shoulders. I grit my teeth.
“Are you okay?” Kas asks.
She smiles warmly, and I want to smack her across the face. It occurs to me that I would just add to the bruises and that she might even consider it a turn on. Having Cree’s willing victim think I’m coming on to her is not something I need right now.
“I’m fine.” I snap at her, consider feeling guilty about it but ultimately decide not to.
“I realize we don’t know each other well,” she says, still smiling, “but I get the idea maybe things aren’t so great. Do you want to maybe talk on the balcony or something? I don’t smoke, but Cree does, and I don’t mind going out there with—”
“I did not ask you to come over here and play nice with me.”
“I...I’m not playing!” Kas’s eyes go wide.
“Look,” I say, knowing full well that I’m angry with myself and taking it out on her, “I don’t know what your rapey boyfriend has told you or why you think you can just walk up to me, but I am not interested.”
“My...my what?”
“You heard me.” I cross my arms and glare at her.
“I was just offering to help,” Kas says. “You look upset.”
“I don’t want or need your help. I’m not looking for a shoulder to cry on, and if I were, it wouldn’t be yours! You can feel free to fuck off right about now.”
Kas takes a step back, and her mouth drops open. She tightens her robe a little before squaring her shoulders.
Before she can say anything in response, Cree is by her side. I’d been so focused on Kas, I hadn’t seen him or Rocco walking up to us. I glare at Cree, daring him to say anything at all to me, but Rocco shuffles over, positioning himself between Kas and me. He wraps his arms around my waist and uses his height to completely block my view of the other couple. He presses his chest to mine, forcing me to take a half step backward.
“I’m sorry I flipped out,” he whispers. “Can we try again?”
I haven’t even managed to respond before Rocco is using his body to direct me back to our little secluded area, leaving the other couple behind. He doesn’t push me or anything like that; he just starts walking slowly forward so I have to move with him. I glare over his shoulder to see Cree giving me the stink eye.
“She didn’t touch you, did she?” I can hear the anger in Cree’s voice, and I consider yelling back at him, but Rocco is leading me away a little faster.
“No, of course not,” Kas replies. “She’s just upset and...”
I can’t hear the rest of their exchange over the music, but her response still pisses me off. I don’t need her pity, and I don’t want her explaining away my behavior.
“Typical victim,” I mutter under my breath.
“Huh?” Rocco pauses and looks down at me.
“Nothing.” I blow a long breath out my nose.
“I’m sorry for before,” he says again.
I look up at his face, silently impressed that my sub had just managed to completely remove me from a situation I would have normally forced to a conclusion whether it was a good idea or not. If he hadn’t, I’d likely be screaming at Cree right now, and all four of us might have been ejected from the dungeon for the rest of the weeke