A knock came at my door and I put the bottle away, then put the glass in the top drawer, closing it, and hiding it from view. Getting up, I went to answer the door. A young man stood there with a young girl’s hand in his. “We’d like to make a contract. How do we go about that?”
“Come in and take the seats in front of my desk. I’ll get all the papers together and get you two going.” It was the first Dom/Sub contract the Dungeon would make. The first of many.
I handed them each a paper they had to fill out. “Check the boxes next to the kinks you’re willing to do.” I took a seat in my chair, wishing I could keep that glass of Scotch in my hand. It did so much to soothe me. It took the pain away.
Grant’s intentions were never to make me love him. I knew that. He wasn’t loving or caring with his words. Hell, most of the time, he wasn’t loving or caring even with the way he fucked me. But when he was doing the after-care, then he was soft, caring, loving.
I knew he had it in him to be those things. I knew, with time, he would find himself giving me more and more of that part of him. But he had stopped it all.
I had pushed too hard. I should’ve shut the fuck up. I had known that, even as I spoke the words to him, asking him why he’d said what he had. I knew I was fucking things up. Pushing and pushing, something Grant didn’t allow.
After I had gotten the new couple out of my office, I locked the door and took the drink out, downing it, as the numbness had worn off.
I’d have to go out there and face him. I couldn’t let him see my weakness. All I’d show Grant Jamison is that I could do just fine without him.
He’d see. I’d be just fine.
One more glass of Scotch and I’d go show him. I didn’t need his ass.
Grant
The night was going insanely great. Everyone was on top of the world. It was obvious the club would be a great success. The owners were all smiles, as we all envisioned that the accounts soon would be bursting at the seams with all the money people were spending.
One of the members was asking me to come and help him in one of the private rooms. He and his partner wanted to try out some flogging techniques and he wanted to be sure he didn’t cause her any real harm.
As I went into the dimly-lit room with its red walls, black floor, and ceiling, I realized that it bothered me to be in there with anyone other than Isabel.
Oh, I had to get over that, and quick!
“I tell you what, let me go out and grab a woman so I can demonstrate on her and you can follow suit.” I headed out and found it was easy to find a woman who wanted to help me out with the demonstration.
Back to the room we went, and I moved her into position. The other man did the same with his woman, and I showed him the first technique.
As my hand moved the flogger and it landed on the woman’s ass, I felt a pain in my heart.
Was what I was doing wrong? “You okay, doll?”
She turned her mask-covered face to the side. “Yeah. I liked it. Do it some more, please.”
Shaking my head, I tried to rid it of that pesky notion that what I was doing was bad. “Okay, a figure-eight motion is also good.” I demonstrated it and felt that pain in my chest again.
I realized then that I had a weakness.
Isabel.
I had to get past that. I had to.
The girl I’d found turned to look back at me and winked. “We should get our own room.”
Though my heart wasn’t in it, my head said to do it. Getting another girl under you is the quickest way to get over the girl who’s haunting you. It went something like that, I was sure.
So I did just that. I took the girl to the next private room and proceeded to forget about Isabel.
I wasn’t the man for Isabel anyway. I was doing her a favor by letting her go.
Was I really letting her go?
Could it be that easy?
The End
Grant Jamison’s future is set as one of the founding fathers of The Dungeon of Decorum, the common thread in the novels of Submissives’ Secrets. Each novel stands alone but all have a home at the Portland, Oregon BDSM Club.
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