Mal
MalThe music was loud and the crowd was thick as Geros and I pushed our way through the club. We were both frantically searching for Smith, who had entered the Subs’ lounge and never came back out. Geros did little to hide his frustration, but I was watched here. If I acted like a lovesick fool or showed any fear, it would be noted, gossiped about and possibly put Smith in danger.
That was unacceptable.
“I knew this was a bad idea. We never should have let her go in there alone.”
“It’s their safe space, Geros. Doms are not allowed for a reason.” Mostly because not one of us could tolerate the idea of another Dom having unsupervised access to our subs. But we told ourselves the lie and the subs did seem to enjoy relaxing in one another’s company.
As we made our way through the sea
