Kate shook her head. Her few scenes with Stanton had shown her that he was a narcissist and a very inexperienced Dom. He tried to emulate what he saw other Doms do, but it came off as fake.
She was pretty sure that most of his subs put up with it because of who he was. He also did a pretty passable imitation of a nice guy for the first few scenes, before he turned into a possessive prick. That’s where Kate had run into problems with him.
She glanced around at the group of Stanton’s other subs, who were looking impatient for her to leave. Kate nodded. “Okay, ladies. I’m sorry for your loss.”
She quickly changed out of her jeans into a royal-blue Victorian lace bustier with a matching thong. She had dug it out of her closet specifically with Master Dex in mind. She knew she looked good in it and wanted to show him she did wear colors other than green.
Kate tried to shove all thoughts of Mark Stanton out of her mind. No matter what had happened between them yesterday, she couldn’t do anything about it, and she wouldn’t fake tears even though it was a sad situation.
She sighed and brought her thoughts back to Master Dex. She couldn’t wait for him to see her in this lingerie. She hoped he loved it.
And just for him, she stepped into some spike heels that added a good three inches to her height. She usually went barefoot around the dungeon, preferring comfort over fashion, but she didn’t mind going the extra mile to try to impress Master Dex.
He would still be a good foot taller than her, but these had the added bonus of showcasing her legs, as well as bringing attention to the beautiful marks that were a visible reminder of the amazing flogging he had given her last night.
A shiver ran through her as memories of pain turning into blissful pleasure flooded back. She not only craved more, she wanted to give him pleasure in equal measure. She wanted to turn him on and make all his control evaporate so he took her, hard and fast.
Kate grew wet between her thighs just thinking about it.
Samantha walked into the locker room, catching Kate’s attention.
She crossed the room to greet the younger sub. “Samantha. I was looking for you.” Kate was about to go looking when Samantha walked in, so it wasn’t a total lie. “How are you doing?”
Samantha shrugged and pulled open her locker. “As I’m sure you saw the other night, Mark was too possessive, almost to a stalkerish point, and Master Ralston wasn’t interested in doing anything about it.” She frowned and shook her head. “I was getting ready to leave The Dungeon altogether, but now that I no longer have to deal with him, I might stay.” She dropped her gaze, her brows bunching. “I feel horrible saying it, but I’m glad he’s gone.” She glanced around them to make sure none of the other women were close enough to hear her.
Kate nodded. In Samantha’s situation, she would probably feel the same, although she most likely wouldn’t have let it get to that point, as her dick-punch maneuver showed. “I understand.” She laid a gentle hand on Samantha’s shoulder. “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. I just heard about what happened.”
Samantha shrugged. “I heard it on the news earlier. I nearly decided not to come tonight, but now I’m glad I did.” She slid off her peasant skirt and top to reveal a silky-looking red bustier and thong. Her wavy blond hair looked great tumbling over the red material, and for a moment Kate wondered what she would look like as a blonde, but she discarded the idea almost instantly. Her skin tone worked well with her black hair and green eyes, but she would look washed out as a blonde.
“You look great, Samantha. I love that bustier.”
Samantha raked a gaze over Kate. “I was just thinking the same about yours. Where did you find it?”
Kate glanced down at the blue bustier, trying to remember. “I’ve had it for a few years, but I’m sure I got it online somewhere. I’ll send you a link to the site where I get most of my new ones. They’re always great quality, and reasonably priced.”
Samantha nodded. “Thanks.”
Kate licked her lips, wondering if the woman was really all right or if she was just putting on a brave face. Stanton had been an ass, but several subs truly loved him as their Dom, as the overreaching grief throughout The Dungeon showed. “I’m being nosey, but are you playing with anyone in particular tonight?”
Samantha blushed, and it stained her cheeks a pretty pink color. “The new Dom, Master Merrick.” She ducked her chin, shyly. “I had thought I might ask Master Dex, but from the way he looks at you, it’s clear he isn’t open to playing with anyone else.”
Kate sucked in a breath. Was she the only one who hadn’t seen that in Dex’s gaze? She saw appreciation, but she hadn’t seen the possessiveness that Samantha implied. She would have to look more carefully.
She squelched the small curl of hope that tried to blossom inside her.