Page 89 of At Her Pleasure
A smile touched Vera’s expression, balancing the troubled look. “Yes, sometimes they do. Ros is meeting her in the parking lot. She’ll make sure she’s okay.”
That was good. But once his head was on straight, he was going after her as well. It was his job to make sure she was okay. Especially when he was the only one who could fix what he’d done.
He’d felt like shit plenty of times. This went beyond that. If he couldn’t make amends, he wasn’t sure if he could face tomorrow. Was this part of the problem of not being a defined sub or Dom? If he’d thought of himself as a submissive, he’d have bowed to her wisdom on abandoning the session, rather than steamrolling her with the need for the fight.
Whether Dom, sub or switch, a person had the power to hurt and destroy someone else. God, he was a fucking asshole. He’d totally lost sight of what he should have done. What he should be. Maybe what he was, with her.
He had to fix it.
* * *
Skye went to the motorhome to retrieve clothes for him while Tiger stayed at his side. When she returned, she had one of his T-shirts and sweatpants. Comfortable stuff.
Once he could get to his feet and seemed reasonably in his right mind, Skye and Tiger accompanied him to the parking lot, ignoring his insistence that he was fine. Vera followed behind, typing on her phone. Probably giving Ros an update, and checking on Cyn’s status. Mick didn’t see either woman in the parking lot, and Cyn’s truck was gone.
Tiger stuck close, which Mick admitted was useful, since he was having trouble navigating a straight line. When he went up the steps of the motorhome, he felt the light pressure of a female hand on his back to head off the possibility of him toppling backward.
Face planting in his bed seemed almost as appealing as sex. Almost.
He sank down at the table instead, bracing an elbow on the surface. “I’ve got it from here. Thanks.”
Skye and Vera looked dubious, but they were Mistresses. As his gaze moved to Tiger and held, Mick hoped he was telegraphing what he needed.
Tiger slid his hand along Skye’s neck and shoulder, thumb caressing her collarbone. “If you want to go watch a couple more sessions, I’ll hang with him a bit, keep him from doing anything stupid.”
Her dark eyes came Mick’s way. She used an appealing female voice with a Southern accent. “Take some aspirin and get some rest. You’re going to feel like shit tomorrow.”
He felt like shit right now.
“Those who administer and take pain the way Cyn and you do have an intimate relationship with it, at all levels.”
That came from Vera. She was looking at him with that penetrating look all good Mistresses had. A lot of good subs, too. Like the biker who stood silently listening.
“She’s never told any of us the full story of what brought her here, but we’ve never doubted it was a terrible one. If you’re dragging her backwards on that road, you’re not someone who needs to be in her life, no matter how much I feel for who you are and what kind of pain you’re handling.”
Mick blinked. Direct, and another punch in the face, but honest. “So you patched my hurt to expedite me getting my ass back on the road.”
Her eyes, pale silver like water, didn’t waver. “We handled aftercare, because Cyn asked us to do it. Take that as it’s meant. Good night, Mick.”
Tiger moved out of the way so the women could exit the vehicle. As Mick gazed moodily at the floor, he was aware of Skye signing something to Tiger before she rose on her toes. His arm went around her to give her the extra lift. The kiss was tinged with regret, probably because dealing with Mick was going to delay enjoyment of some Ladies-in-Charge inspired sex.
Great. Now he was a cockblocker, too.
Would Tiger feel any better knowing Mick was suffering some of the same frustration? His mind had no problem running the erotic stuff side by side with his emotional turmoil. Recalling every whistling sound of the cane before it struck, the prick of those claws, even the cut of the knife, sent electrical current straight to his cock. Mick wanted nothing more than to have Cyn straddle and ride him to climax as his body throbbed and bled for her.
She could wear those claws, reach back to rake them over his balls, or press the pointed end between them, that ultra-sensitive spot. She’d command him to hold still, absorb everything she wanted him to take, including the sweet clasp of her wet cunt, sliding along his length.
Tiger sat down on the couch across from him. His long legs reached across the aisle, his booted feet crossed at the ankles. Stretching an arm out along the couch, he surveyed his surroundings with interested eyes.
If he had to have company, Mick was good with a strong alpha who understood the craving to submit sexually to a woman. He liked that Tiger was quiet, too, not saying much until he gestured with his hands.
When Mick blinked, a half-smile crossed Tiger’s face. “Sorry. Skye and I have been signing most of the night because of the club noise. I said this is a sweet setup. We do a good bit of camping and have been thinking about getting an RV. Nothing too big. I have too much capital sunk into my garage to take on a monthly payment for one this size, but a fifteen-footer might be nice.”
“There’s a good used market for them. Plenty in decent condition, and with your mechanic skills, you could keep it in running shape.”
“Yeah.” Tiger leaned forward, his forearms on his spread, denim clad legs, large hands clasped loosely between his knees. “You’re into some bad shit, man. I know the stink of it. The club vetted you, but passing a background check is nothing more than the price of covering your tracks.”
Mick gauged the man’s intent. “Hope you saved up your energy tonight. It takes effort to beat a confession out of a pain junkie masochist.”