“So, you have been trained. I wondered if you just didn’t know. Interesting.”
She glared up at him. She couldn’t believe she’d just done that. Shame swirled inside her. What was she doing? She didn’t want this anymore. She’d never submit to anyone again . . . not after Martin.
If that was even the fucker’s name.
She didn’t know. Didn’t care. She only knew she wasn’t into this stuff anymore.
It was really smart of you to get a job in a BDSM club, idiot.
Yeah, she understood it didn’t make sense. She didn’t want to play anymore. And yet she couldn’t get away from it at the same time. Sometimes she wondered if she was trying to punish herself.
It seemed she just might be a little fucked up.
“Where did you go, little sub?”
She suddenly realized she was still on her knees and tried to stand.
Connor’s face grew cool. “Stay where you are. We’re not finished talking, and I have a feeling I might get more answers with you where you are.”
The door opened and her stomach tightened. She told herself she was pleased for the reprieve. Except maybe part of her was disappointed.
Yep, definitely fucked up.
“Connor? What’s going on?” Ajax asked quietly, stepping into the room and shutting the door behind him. He gave Connor a cold look, and she started to relax. Ajax wouldn’t let this ridiculousness continue.
“He won’t let me go back to work,” she explained. She’d been aiming for indignant, angry. Instead, her voice sounded reed thin and uncertain.
Get it together, Ria.
She’d had a sharp learning curve in figuring out how to keep herself safe after her escape. Well, she hadn’t been a prisoner, but she’d known she was in deep shit after Freddy learned what she’d been doing. When he’d decided she was a traitor.
She wasn’t a traitor. Just a fucking idiot.
She sucked in a breath, trying to stifle the pain that shot through her. No use dwelling on it. That was the past.
“She’s gone again. She keeps doing that,” Connor murmured.
“Yeah, I’ve noticed that too.”
“I need to get back to my shift, the two of you can have your weird conversation on your own.” She attempted to stand and Connor moved that gaze back on her.
The room was filled with his power. It wasn’t something that slammed into you. And it was something he obviously kept well under wraps most of the time. She reassessed her Dom categories. There were newbies, wannabies, Alpha Doms, and then there was Connor.
A category all his own. And for some reason he’d turned his Dom powers on her.
Not good. Not good at all.
“Did I give you permission to move?”
She narrowed her gaze at his softly-worded rebuke. “I am not your sub.”
“According to you, you’re not a sub at all.” He leaned forward. “I should warn you that I don’t like being lied to.”
“Well, that’s just too bad for you.”
He just looked up at Ajax who was watching her intently. Fuck. How had this conversation gone downhill so quickly? And why was she still on her damn knees?
“You’re going to have to watch that whomever she plays with doesn’t try to break her. Going to take someone patient to break t