Page 23 of Echoes of Desire

“Oh, your drinks come with your membership, sir,” she smiles, holding out the bill.

“That’s your tip,” I smile.

“Nonsense,” she giggles. “I can’t accept this kind of tip. I just handed you a glass with liquid in it. I didn’t do anything special.”

“I disagree. You’re very special. Take the tip, Pet.”

I laugh as her eyes widen with the realization of who I am with just that one simple word.

“Jasper,” she laughs. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize it was you.”

“I know,” I admit. “Don’t worry, baby. We’ll all sit down and come up with a way for you to always know who we are.”

It seems I’ve shocked her into silence with mybabyremark. I’ll have to remember that.

I pick up my drink and step back, giving her room to compose herself. Watching her navigate this world, our world, is proving to be more fascinating than I expected.

Raven

I can’t believe that I keep messing up with those two. How hard can it be to remember them? They’re freaking huge. They tower over me in height and are wide enough that one of them can fully cover all of my curves. Not to mention that they have red hair and bright green eyes.

It’s not that I keep forgetting those things. It’s that I don’t actually see those things when they first approach. When something happens, and I realize who it is, that’s when I see the build, height, and color of their hair and eyes. My brain can’t seem to connect the dots until I’ve made the personal connection with who they are.

Even then, sometimes it’s hard. How in the world am I going to make a relationship work with two men when I can’t even recognize my own face? Not that I’ve agreed to give this relationship a try. But still.

“Hey, boss lady. Table three wants to speak with the manager.”

I look at one of the other bartenders and smile. “Does he have an order?”

“Already got it ready for you.”

I accept the glass and head to table three. It’s not the first time tonight that I’ve been summoned by one of the members. Usually, it’s to ask how many drinks they’re allowed to have or complain that we don’t have food.

“Here’s your drink, sir,” I smile at the man as I try to ignore the moaning and crying from the stations nearby. This place is going to take some getting used to. “I was told that you wanted to speak with me.”

“Yeah, I want to work station nine, but it’s closed off. Fix it.”

I look at his wrist to see a red band. He’s a Dom.

“I’m sorry, sir,” I say. “I’m not in control over any of the stations. You’ll have to take that up with the owners. May I ask how many drinks you’ve had tonight?”

The limit is three. No matter what alcoholic drink they choose. And the Doms that have come to scene in the stations involving blood play and fire aren’t allowed any until after their scenes. There are a lot of rules here, but I’ve come to realize that it’s for the safety of everyone involved.

“What’s it matter, bitch? As a matter of fact. I’ll take another.”

“Of course,” I smile and turn to go back to the bar. I’ll have to text Jasper and Jaxon. Before I’m able to step away, the male grips my waist and pulls me down on his lap.

“You’re going to have to let me go,” I say as calmly as my racing heart allows. “I need to go and get your drink.”

“I think I’m fine with you right where you are, little subbie.”

When I feel his grip loosen as he reaches for his drink, I quickly stand and take several steps back until I hit a brick wall.

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” is whispered from behind me. “Steel is right beside you. He’s going to touch your back, so you know it’s him. Don’t leave his side.”

“Taylor, once I make this announcement, please take Phillip to our office. We’ll be there in a few.”

I watch as another large male yanks the man to his feet and shoves his hands behind his back.