My Addiction (Club Desire #2)(47)

“I admit, I lost my temper and dick-punched the *.” She shrugged. “I never agreed to be passed around the club like his personal sex toy, and I let him know just how much I didn’t appreciate it.”

“And now he’s dead,” Joanne snapped, and then sobbed into her hands again.

Shock hit Kate as if the woman had slapped her across the face. “Dead?” she repeated, sure Joanne hadn’t meant dead in the literal sense, but as some kind of metaphor. The woman had a habit of overdramatizing things.

Joanne sniffled and raised her tearstained face to glare at Kate again. “Yes, dead. Someone bashed his head in last night, and he was found surrounded by pictures of you punching him in the crotch.”

Kate stiffened as a wave of ice washed through her. She’d been pissed at Stanton, but she hadn’t wished him dead.

“Joanne,” one of Stanton’s newer subs interjected. “To be fair, the rumor is he was also found with several other incriminating pictures, although no one is talking about what kind of incriminating.”

The new sub seemed angry, but not at Kate. Instead, she seemed angry at Stanton, which struck Kate as a bit odd, since the woman had been monopolizing a lot of his time lately along with Samantha. Kate would have expected her to be sad about losing her Dom, but angry just didn’t seem right in this situation.

Samantha.

Kate hadn’t seen or thought about her since she had set Dex’s tool bag inside the aftercare room the other night. “Has anyone seen Samantha?”

Scowls and mumbles of “bitch” and “slut” sounded from around the group.

Subs could be possessive and catty, and apparently, since Samantha had been Stanton’s new favorite flavor of the month, she had earned the other women’s displeasure.

Kate shook her head. Her few scenes with Stanton had shown her that he was a narcissist and a very inexperienced Dom. He tried to emulate what he saw other Doms do, but it came off as fake.

She was pretty sure that most of his subs put up with it because of who he was. He also did a pretty passable imitation of a nice guy for the first few scenes, before he turned into a possessive prick. That’s where Kate had run into problems with him.

She glanced around at the group of Stanton’s other subs, who were looking impatient for her to leave. Kate nodded. “Okay, ladies. I’m sorry for your loss.”

She quickly changed out of her jeans into a royal-blue Victorian lace bustier with a matching thong. She had dug it out of her closet specifically with Master Dex in mind. She knew she looked good in it and wanted to show him she did wear colors other than green.

Kate tried to shove all thoughts of Mark Stanton out of her mind. No matter what had happened between them yesterday, she couldn’t do anything about it, and she wouldn’t fake tears even though it was a sad situation.

She sighed and brought her thoughts back to Master Dex. She couldn’t wait for him to see her in this lingerie. She hoped he loved it.

And just for him, she stepped into some spike heels that added a good three inches to her height. She usually went barefoot around the dungeon, preferring comfort over fashion, but she didn’t mind going the extra mile to try to impress Master Dex.

He would still be a good foot taller than her, but these had the added bonus of showcasing her legs, as well as bringing attention to the beautiful marks that were a visible reminder of the amazing flogging he had given her last night.

A shiver ran through her as memories of pain turning into blissful pleasure flooded back. She not only craved more, she wanted to give him pleasure in equal measure. She wanted to turn him on and make all his control evaporate so he took her, hard and fast.

Kate grew wet between her thighs just thinking about it.

Samantha walked into the locker room, catching Kate’s attention.

She crossed the room to greet the younger sub. “Samantha. I was looking for you.” Kate was about to go looking when Samantha walked in, so it wasn’t a total lie. “How are you doing?”

Samantha shrugged and pulled open her locker. “As I’m sure you saw the other night, Mark was too possessive, almost to a stalkerish point, and Master Ralston wasn’t interested in doing anything about it.” She frowned and shook her head. “I was getting ready to leave The Dungeon altogether, but now that I no longer have to deal with him, I might stay.” She dropped her gaze, her brows bunching. “I feel horrible saying it, but I’m glad he’s gone.” She glanced around them to make sure none of the other women were close enough to hear her.

Kate nodded. In Samantha’s situation, she would probably feel the same, although she most likely wouldn’t have let it get to that point, as her dick-punch maneuver showed. “I understand.” She laid a gentle hand on Samantha’s shoulder. “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. I just heard about what happened.”

Samantha shrugged. “I heard it on the news earlier. I nearly decided not to come tonight, but now I’m glad I did.” She slid off her peasant skirt and top to reveal a silky-looking red bustier and thong. Her wavy blond hair looked great tumbling over the red material, and for a moment Kate wondered what she would look like as a blonde, but she discarded the idea almost instantly. Her skin tone worked well with her black hair and green eyes, but she would look washed out as a blonde.

“You look great, Samantha. I love that bustier.”