Just One Taste (Topped #2)(8)

His first training night.

Despite the fact that he’d been in more clubs than he could name, he’d never had formal training and that meant he was a baby Dom at Sanctum.

Alex McKay and Liam O’Donnell were out on the main stage, talking amongst themselves. Alex had a clipboard in his hand and was pointing out things to his partner. Both Masters were large men, overpowering and obviously dominant. Both men were also married. Their wives, Eve and Avery, would be mentoring the submissives.

He saw the moment she realized he was here. Deena’s eyes widened and she walked over and started whispering to Tiffany, who immediately looked over and her jaw dropped.

Had they thought they were the only ones who had been invited?

“What the hell are you doing here?” Deena asked, her voice rising.

Alex stepped in front of her. Eric couldn’t see his expression but both women immediately looked down, heads bowed. “Lesson number one. Politeness is required at Sanctum. I expect it from everyone. Not only subs. If a Dom in this club is rude to another member, I will deal with it. If a sub is rude, then his or her dominant partner will deal with it.”

Deena brought her head up. “I’m sorry, Sir. I was surprised to see a coworker here. I don’t know that’s the best idea. Eric and Javier work with Tiffany and me at Top. It could make things awkward at work.”

Eric stared at her, not giving her a second’s sympathy. Javi joined him, standing at his side. Fuck. What if she convinced the instructors to separate them? He’d expected her to be surprised. He hadn’t expected she would make a scene.

Liam O’Donnell chuckled. “If we didn’t accept coworkers, we wouldn’t have a damn club and most of us wouldn’t be married.”

McKay seemed way less amused by the situation. “If you think it’s going to be awkward, then you should leave because the offer of training was given to all the Top employees, not simply you and your friend. If Eric and Javier are here it’s because they have needs. Should your needs come before theirs? I think if it’s going to be awkward at work, it’s because you’ll make it awkward. Lesson number two. Being a sub is all about making choices. You choose to submit. You choose what you’re willing to accept and what you won’t. So this is your first choice, Deena. Are you going to stay or go? Please understand if you stay, you’ll get the first spanking of the training class. You signed a contract that stated you would be polite at all times and treat your fellow trainees with respect. You broke that within two minutes of stepping out of the locker room. We’ll begin with a count of twenty from your training Dom, and no you do not get a choice in who that person will be. He was selected carefully and with mind to true compatibility. You’ll accept him and his discipline or walk away now.”

Did Alex have to be so harsh with her?

Deena’s head came up and there was no doubt in her eyes. “I’ll accept him and the discipline, Sir. I’m very sorry for my rudeness. No, I don’t believe my needs come before theirs and I wish Eric and Javi every bit of joy they can find. I know that’s why I’m here and I promise to honor my contract from now on.”

“Then we’re pleased to have you.” Alex turned back to Eric. “Master Eric, you owe your submissive some discipline.”

He was going to need way more than his next recipe to get through this. He prayed Deena didn’t notice the massive hard-on he suddenly had.

His night was looking up.





Yep. That was how her night was going.

“Are you really going to do this?” Tiffany whispered. “Are you going to let the sous chef braise your backside?”

The sous chef looked like sin on two legs. She thought the man was hot in chef’s whites. He was devastating in leathers. Tall and broad and muscular. He had those notches at his hips that made women lose their flipping minds. The leather pants rode low, exposing his six-pack and a whole bunch of bronze skin she kind of wanted to lick. She could push back that vest he was wearing and put her hands all over him.

He was going to spank her. Her hands were shaking at the thought, and not in fear.

“I don’t have much of a choice if I want to stay.” She looked over and Master Liam was talking quietly with Eric. Master Eric, though for now the term was simply honorary. He wouldn’t have full Master rights at Sanctum until he’d completed the training program to the satisfaction of Master Ian. It was far tougher for a Dom to gain access to the club than a submissive.

Eric was her Dom for the next six weeks. She was fairly certain that was a terrible idea, but there was nothing she could do about it tonight. She’d screwed up enough for her first five minutes as a sub.

“You should be glad you’re not my sub, sweetheart.” Althea stood over her. Althea Walsh had a good half a foot on her. The newbie Domme had been laughing and smiling in the locker room even as she’d changed into her latex cat suit with heels Deena was certain she wouldn’t be able to even stand in. The minute they’d walked out of the locker room, she’d become a different human being entirely. An icy calm had come over Althea and her eyes had sharpened like a predator scenting prey.

Deena totally agreed with that assessment. “Me, too. I think you’re probably rough on a girl.”

Althea’s eyes went to the other side of the stage. “Honey, I’m not anything on a girl. Give me a man to top.”