The nightie was white, and her nipples were pressed against the material. She tried to cross her arms over her chest, but Issy gave her a sharp look.
Right. No trying to hide herself.
He’d given her a crash course in the rules. No looking at a Dom or Domme in the eyes. No speaking unless spoken to. And always do what he said.
God. She hoped they found Archer soon. She was terrified. If she had boots on, she’d be shaking in them. But apparently, she wasn’t allowed shoes. They’d been left out with her coat.
“Ahh, so this is the little subbie you wanted to bring to the club so badly,” a big voice boomed.
She glanced up; her eyes widened as a huge man stomped towards them. This wasn’t a guy you’d wish to meet in a dark alley. There was something cold and dangerous around him. He was wearing a tight black T-shirt and blue jeans.
She was aware of people turning and staring at them. Whispering started up. Panic filled her. They were judging her. Finding her wanting. She didn’t belong here.
“Easy, baby doll.” Issy placed a hand on the small of her back, instantly calming her.
Issy was here. Nothing bad would happen.
“Don’t be scared of Hunter. His bark is worse than his bite.”
This was Hunter Black? Holy shit.
“I object to that. My bite is just as bad as my bark, isn’t it, baby?” He turned and she saw a woman she’d missed while she’d been focused on everyone else in the room.
The dark-haired woman was gorgeous. Petite. She couldn’t be with this big beast of a man, could she? But then a miracle happened. Hunter’s face softened as he glanced down at the tiny woman. He reached out a hand and she took it, stepping forward.
“Your bark is definitely worse than your bite,” she said quietly. “Hello, Sir.”
This was addressed to Issy and she started in surprise. She looked up at Issy.
“Call me Doc, Cady,” he told her. “It’s good to see you, sweetheart. You’re looking well.”
“I am.”
“Of course she is. I take good care of her.” Hunter turned his ice-blue gaze to her. “Hello there, little one.”
She was surprised at the softer note in his voice.
“Hello, Sir,” she said, remembering Issy’s coaching.
“You want me to book out one of the rooms for Littles?” Hunter asked.
She jolted. How had he guessed? She looked up at him, then remembered not to meet his gaze.
“It’s all right, little one, you can look at me. Not a big stickler for all these rules. I just like to come here and spank Cady’s ass, give her a fucking spectacular orgasm then shoot the shit for a while.”
“Hunter, you own the place,” Issy told him.
“So?”
“You’re meant to set a good example.”
“I am? Well, hell, that sounds boring. Maybe I should sell up. You looking to invest, Doc?”
Issy rolled his eyes. “No, actually, I’m looking for my brother.” He glanced down at her. “And not the Little room for tonight, I think, but maybe a medical room?”
“Closed or open?” he asked weirdly.
“Closed.”