Chapter 117
Noah
Holy shit.
If I’d thought my outfit was the big event of the evening, I was dead
wrong. In the short time we’d been at the club, Aiden had been
offered a damn job as a Master, I’d been “invited” to play with what
might as well have been the goddess of Olympus, and I’d just been
branded with a video game name. Half hour down… a few more to go.
And my cock–trapped and furious in its cage–was ready to file an
official complaint.
Master Hale clapped Aiden on the shoulder, his voice warm. “Mr. A,
we’re gathering in the game hall. Monthly poker. I’d be honored if you
and your boy joined us.”
Poker. Great. Because being collared and crawling in front of a crowd
wasn’t humiliating enough–I was about to be a party trick at a card
table too.
“Yes,” Aiden answered smoothly, like this was the most natural thing in the world. “We’d be happy to.”
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To my absolute dismay, I watched Luna and her Master move to join
- us. Her silver fishnet clung to her like it was welded on, every step
she took calculated. And me? I wanted to sink into the floor.
Her Master–sharp–eyed and smug–smiled thin. “I hope you don’t
mind if we sit in. Luna loves to observe.”
Of course she did. Of course she was going to sit there with those
amber eyes flicking my way every chance she got, while my brain and
my dick teamed up to make my life miserable.
We were led to Hale’s favorite poker table. I crawled at Aiden’s side,
struggling to keep pace, my knees already screaming from the marble
floor. By the time he sat, I was panting, my cage tight, but I stayed at
his feet like I belonged there–and mostly because I was freaking out
a little around all these people.
Eyes turned instantly. Comments, whispers, a laugh or two. I felt the
heat of their stares crawling over me.
“Welcome, Mr. A,” one of the men drawled, chips clicking between his
fingers. “And who is this beauty you’ve brought to heel?”
“This is his gorgeous sub, Xion,” Master Hale volunteered.
The woman to Aiden’s right reached out, dragging a long, lacquered
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nail slow down my spine, stopping just above the thong strap.
“Exquisite. Pale and smooth like alabaster…”
My breath hitched. I stayed still, jaw clenched, pretending it didn’t
ake every nerve fire.
Then the man on the left leaned forward with a grin. “Let’s see if he’s
as flawless everywhere else…” His hand shifted lower, fingers
brushing dangerously close, trying to slip between my cheeks-
I flinched hard, head snapping up to Aiden.
“Hands off,” Aiden said, his voice sharp enough to cut. The leash
jerked tight, pulling me up until I was kneeling, his grip in my hair. His gaze swept the table with that deadly calm of his. “He’s mine. No
one touches him.”
Heat burned in my chest, hotter than the shame. Pride. Because I was
his. All his.
Aiden tugged me closer, brushed his mouth over mine–a soft kiss,
firm enough to stake a claim–and I melted into it despite the eyes.
God, I wanted to crawl under the table, between his legs, anywhere
just to belong to him.
The game started. Cards slapped, chips clinked, whiskey glasses filled
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and emptied. The air was thick with smoke and money, talk bouncing
across the table about stocks, politics, and bullshit I barely
understood.
I tried to keep up, to listen. It was weird–hearing Masters laugh like
“ordinary” men, talking about their jobs, their wives, their lives
outside these walls. Some wore crisp uniforms, others expensive
suits. I spotted a few wedding rings gleaming under the lights. Lust
clearly didn’t give a damn about professions or vows.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
