Page 107 of Becoming
A shot glass of amber liquid was placed in front of her, cutting off her view of the main floor.
“I didn’t order this,” she said to the young waitress.
“It’s from Mistress.” Her voice held a bit of confusion and awe. “She also asked me to give you this.” She placed a pink card on the table and walked away.
Picking up the card and the drink, she tossed the latter back in one gulp. The burn made her smile. Fireball. Perfect. She stood and made her way to the back of the club where the “playrooms” were. Once she made it to the pink door, she knocked lightly.
“Come.”
The woman sat rigidly in her chair, ankles crossed, and hands clasped in her lap. Though her face was hidden behind a black mask, her eyes were able to roam over her companion. A full-blown smile bloomed.
“You look incredible.”
“And you look like you’re in my seat.” Rebecca sauntered up to Cass and straddled her hips. She was almost sorry that Cassidy was in jeans and a t-shirt and not the bustier that went with the mask. It would be weird seeing her like that, but Rebecca was curious enough to hope for it one day. “And this,” she reached back and untied the mask, “isn’t you. I can’t believe you did this.”
“Are you mad?” Cass asked hesitantly. Whenever Rebecca straddled her, she lost brain function. But not enough now to know that she could have seriously messed shit up.
“That you bought the club behind my back? I should be, but I’m not. How?”
Cass’s hands held onto Rebecca’s hips. She truly looked incredible, dressed similarly to the way Cass was the first night they met. Tight, black jeans and a white button-down shirt. Only when the buttons were undone on her shirt, the cleavage was considerably… more. So, to keep her hands from wandering up that way, she kept them firmly on her slim hips.
“I, uh, asked Eve for a loan.”
“Cassidy!”
“Hang on, now. She turned me down. I’m probably indebted to be her artist for the rest of my life, but she said the money wasn’t needed.”
Rebecca shook her head with a smile. “You didn’t actually buy the club, baby. You’re my partner.”
“Huh?”
Rebecca took the contract out of her back pocket. “You didn’t read these before you signed them, did you?”
“Uh, no. I mean, it’s Eve. You trusted her to handle this for you, right? At least that’s what I thought when she handed me papers. I guess I trusted her, too.”
“I gave her the power to do that when Ellie was hurt. We were spending a lot of time with Hunter and Jessie at the hospital, and I didn’t want the burden of the club at the time. I was supposed to get final approval on the buyer, but she never told me you made an offer.”
“I asked her not to. I wanted to surprise you.” Cass lowered her hands a bit, rubbing Rebecca’s ass. “Communication kinda broke down during that time, didn’t it?”
“We’re getting it back, baby. So, let’s talk about this. You want to keep the club? Run it with me?”
Cass shook her head. “I don’t want to run it with you. I put that mask on for like five minutes and felt claustrophobic. Plus,” she grinned. “I’m no Mistress.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Rebecca murmured as she kissed Cassidy. “You dominate me pretty good.”
“Pretty good?” Cass smacked Rebecca’s ass sharply causing her to yelp. “Just pretty good?”
“Well, like you said,” Rebecca bit Cassidy’s lip nearly hard enough to make it bleed, “you’re no Mistress.”
Cass laughed as she licked the tender spot. “Before you punish me, may I tell you my dream for this place?”
Rebecca sat up a little but was still close enough to feel Cassidy’s breath on her. “Please.”
“It’s cleansed of the demons, yeah?” Rebecca nodded. “What’s left is the beautiful moment we met. I want to keep it for that reason. This room.”
“But?” Rebecca ran her fingers through Cassidy’s hair and felt her shiver beneath her.
“But you don’t have to hide anymore. We can hire someone else to run the place, and the only time you have to wear the mask is when you’re in this room with me.”