Bared (19 page)

“Oh, he’s crazy.” Amanda bounced on her pillow with dancing eyes. “You’re so pretty.”

“Well, thank you.” Cora smiled.

“So, do you like him?” Tammy asked.

Cora glanced to her coffee cup and squeezed her fingers around the mug. “He’s very nice. We get along really well.”

“Why don’t you ask him to be your boyfriend?” Amanda asked.

He can’t love me. He is in love with someone else
. She lifted her head, staring at innocent eyes that hadn’t been jaded by the sometimes difficult side to relationships. For now, she gave a clinical answer: “I should be honest with him, shouldn’t I?”

Every head nodded.

Katy said, “That’s what you’d tell us to do.”

It should be that simple.

Two people who got along, had great chemistry, and laughed together should make for a great couple. Life, though, was way more complicated than a simple clinical answer.

The rest of Cora’s day went by with some private sessions and ended with a mountain of charts to fill out. Later that night, when Cora arrived at the dungeon, the conversation with the teens hadn’t faded from her mind. When she had entered Club Sin, she inhaled the scent of sex and sweat in the dungeon, though somehow instead of heating her up, it brought ice to her bones.

Standing off to the right of the spanking bench, Master Aidan had bound her wrists at her back with black hemp rope. She gazed out to the dungeon; most ignored her scene, except for Master Dmitri, Master Kyler, and Porter. They all kept a steady gaze on her. She wore only her black high heels and her legs were spread wide, as her heart hammered with the speed of the techno music.

For ten minutes Master Aidan merely watched her, every so often touching her. Sweat dripped along her spine, and the room closed in on her. Every sound, every move the members made in the dungeon, seemed done on a larger scale. The club didn’t seem as dark as it usually
did. It seemed lit up, with her as the center of tonight’s entertainment.

Cora focused, pushing past the nerves trembling within. She closed her eyes and begged the strength inside to rise up. Aidan slid a finger down her arm, and she gritted her teeth. This wasn’t the Aidan she met while camping. His touch held no warmth. His touch felt like a Dom under duty to a submissive.

“Open your eyes.”

Master Aidan’s curt command snapped her eyes open. A dark gaze regarded her as he moved to the side. Cora swallowed, looking from face to face, Master Dmitri to Master Kyler to Porter—these were all people she loved and respected. She shifted on her feet, her stomach churning and tingles rushing up her body.

Run!

“Stay put.”

Cora froze at Master Aidan’s low, sharp voice.

She drew in a slow breath, wishing he’d get on with their scene. In fact, she was close to begging him to stop stalling. She craved to focus inward on sensations, instead of on his hesitation.

More so, on the pleasure he unleashed.

When his fingers slid across her hip, sickness engulfed her and she flinched. He dropped his hand and came to her front, taking her chin in hand. When he caught her gaze, her skin overheated.

He examined her with a long look before he sighed, lowering his hand. Keeping his gaze on her face, he ran his touch along her shoulder. Cora clenched her fists and bit her lip.
What is wrong with you?

You want him … you want this!

His touch was rough and hard … and all wrong. As he slid his fingers down her arm, her body shut down and she cringed. He dropped his hand and stepped back. “Where are you?”

“Right here, sir.”

Slowly, he shook his head. “No, Cora. You’re definitely not here.”

Over his shoulder, the world spun before she caught sight of Master Kyler. He’d taken a few steps forward, standing only a few feet away. His arms were folded as his gaze was locked onto her, making her feel small. Then she spotted Master Dmitri sitting in a chair with his elbows
on his legs as he also watched her intently. Porter was in a similar position.

Cora battled against the swell of emotion, catching her breath.
Fuck!

Master Aidan closed in on her. He had his emotions in check. “Cora, we’re done.”

The spinning world slowed down as the air evaporated from the room. “Done, sir?”

His posture was stiff, muscles rigid, and his neck was corded. He moved in behind her, and with a tug Cora’s hands came free. The falling of the rope to the ground made her heart fall right along with it.

No!

Nausea clenched Aidan’s stomach. Every plan he’d made, every hope he’d had, meant nothing. In the days since he’d seen Cora, something had changed. It wasn’t for the better.

He’d never believed Cora could look weaker than she had that first night he’d noticed her pain. Whatever was bothering her had gotten to a point that his pride held no restraint against the truth.

Kyler was right—Aidan was the problem.

The moment Cora had entered Club Sin, he’d seen her cautious eyes, and the dark circles resting beneath him. At first he’d wondered if she had a few rough days at work. It had happened before. But the longer the scene went on, the more guarded she became.

Once naked, and ready to play, Cora had begun shaking. Her eyes had widened and she had paled. Through the last fifteen minutes of simply watching her and fighting to understand her headspace, he’d drawn all focus onto her, not to misread her reactions.

Within minutes of their interaction, a bigger problem presented itself. She recoiled from his touch. Never, not once in the time he had trained her, and even after a punishment, when it’d been expected, had she rejected him.

He fought to make sense out of what happened between camping and now, but he had enough insight to know she was in serious trouble. As the rope dropped to the ground, sounding much heavier than it should have, all the strength drained from his body and a sense of failure made him sick.

The longest second of his life went by before Cora turned to him. Her eyes were frantic. “No, please don’t.”

Christ, she looked beautiful. The rejection in her gaze was the ugliest thing he’d ever
seen. His lungs constricted, making it hard to breathe. The pain in her eyes—he’d somehow caused that, too. His heart ached as he watched her struggle. He wanted to hold her and fix her problems. Instead, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

She’d showed him tonight his touch didn’t help, it hurt.

He softened his voice to keep their conversation private. “You’re not in the right headspace.”

“Master Aidan …” She shook her head, blinking. It never returned life to her empty gaze. “No, please don’t do this, sir.”

His gut twisted. That sadness he’d first seen and hoped he could fix fucking ruined him. “I can’t play with you like this.” He took a step back, shutting down any connection. “I won’t.”

She raised her wrists, offering them for his rope. “Sir, no, please, I’m fine. Sorry, I was thinking there …”

His breathing became restricted at her begging. He didn’t know what he had done wrong. And he surely didn’t want a submissive begging when, in fact, she loathed his touch. “You’re safe-wording.”

“I’m not.” Her lip quivered, voice trembling. “I never said the club’s safe word,
Dragon
.”

“You don’t have to say it with your voice.” He clenched his fists in his pocket, ignoring his desire to gather her in his arms. He forced himself to remember that his touch was the worst thing for her. Whatever he’d done, it had damaged the trust between them. He couldn’t help her now, but he could prevent it from getting worse. “Your body is screaming it at me.”

“No, sir, that’s not true,” she whispered.

Seeing that misery in her features fucking destroyed him. He took a step forward, craving to hold her until she only felt loved. Then he froze.
Don’t touch her
. “I don’t know what I’ve done …” He hesitated, choosing his words carefully. “As much as I wanted—and hoped—that I could help you, we seem to be at an impasse, Cora.”

Aidan had thought that night camping together had been wonderful. He’d thought about it ever since, and smiled every time at the memory. “When you cried in my arms … I assumed it changed things …” The tightening of his chest and quivering of his muscles forced his mouth closed.

“It did.” Her voice cracked as she continued to hold out her wrists. “But I …”

Aidan’s heart sank, and he couldn’t hear any more. He didn’t want to accept that as her
Dom he had failed her. Nor could he admit that he’d crushed the trust. Everything he lived for, all the morals that made him who he was, shattered. “I’m not giving you what you need, Cora.”

“You
do
give me what I need, sir.” She lowered her arms as if he’d placed weights on them. Tears welled in her eyes. “Please, don’t do this.”

The dungeon had never looked so dark, empty, and cold. Though he noticed that most of the members who had stopped to watch the show had vanished, Kyler, Porter, and Dmitri remained.

His friends looked to him with sympathy, even though Kyler’s eyes were flinty, indicating that Aidan was somehow at fault. All his actions weren’t without thought or purpose to help her. He narrowed his eyes on Kyler, his nostrils flaring.

Cora couldn’t stand his touch.

She had rejected him as her Dom.

What choice did that leave him?

With his body tensing, he turned to Cora. “I’m not going to push this matter. But I do believe it’s best that you scene with the other Club Sin Masters. This”—he pointed between them—“it’s not working anymore, no matter how much I try.”

“No …” Her face became ashen, hands trembled at her sides. “It is working. It’s me …”

He shut his eyes, consumed with the desire to go to her. Those were selfish wants;
his
need to heal a submissive. This submissive he had weakened, and that made him, as a Dom, a complete failure. “No, Cora, it’s not.”

“Master Aidan …” she whispered with a tearful voice.

“Enough.”

The sharp command had Aidan glancing over his shoulder. Porter had a reddened face and protruding eyes. “I’m ending this. Right now.” Porter glanced to Cora and growled, “Cora, to me
now
.”

Cora inhaled sharply, looking from Porter to Aidan.

Aidan’s lips flattened. Her glancing between them told him she didn’t want to make this decision. The Club Sin Masters knew what that meant, and so did Aidan—if she chose Porter, her old Dom, that’s where her trust lay.

At the ongoing struggle in her expression, and the tears in her eyes, the floor dropped from under him. Even if inside Aidan craved to tell Porter to fuck off and to leave
his
submissive
alone, he had to do what was best for Cora. He lowered his voice to indicate the order couldn’t be refused. “Go to him, Cora.”

With a soul ice cold, he turned away from her and approached Dmitri. He heard Cora’s hitch of her breath when he left, and then he heard her gasp, as likely Porter had taken her in his arms. He didn’t want to look.

He couldn’t bear it.

Aidan brushed past Kyler, who said nothing and merely glared. Aidan held his gaze and lifted his chin, not needing Kyler’s shit now. He didn’t need to explain
again
that he had no idea what had gone wrong between them. For fuck’s sake, he had taken her out to deepen their connection. Instead of trusting him, she now cringed at his touch. He didn’t owe Kyler shit.

When he neared Dmitri, his good friend stood from his chair. His shoulders hunched as he met Aidan halfway. “All right?”

Aidan didn’t acknowledge Dmitri. He couldn’t face him, not now. With heavy steps through the dungeon, passing members and scenes of desire, dominance, and submission, he didn’t want to accept a moment that would forever haunt him.

Most of all, he didn’t want to see that the submissive he had played with for two years was now being comforted in the arms of her former Dom.

Chapter Nineteen

Cora trembled on the couch in a quiet corner of the dungeon, wrapped in two warm, fuzzy blankets, since one hadn’t cut through the ice in her blood. With her head resting on the arm of the sofa, she noticed Master Kyler standing in front of her. His arms were folded and his legs were spread wide, looking in full cop protection mode.

She didn’t doubt a single member would be allowed to get close, and she was grateful. The sensation of Master Aidan’s rope hitting the floor marked the worst moment in her life. She’d never had a Dom turn his back on her. And she couldn’t have anticipated the impact of that sensation on her body. She quaked from the inside out; her arms, her legs, her hands, and even her teeth chattered.

A firm finger tucked under her chin and lifted her attention to Porter’s hard gaze. A look she’d seen many times when they dated. He’d been pushed enough, his commanding look told her.

Nothing could possibly save her now.

Her heart shattered.

Porter loosened the hold on her chin but held her head in place. “All right, Cora, we played this your way.” He lowered his voice, stern and serious. “Now we’re doing this my way.” He stared at her head-on, giving her no space to run and hide. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

A long pause followed before he asked, “Do you respect me?”

“Of course,” she replied.

Even if she sounded weak and almost pathetic, she didn’t care. In the seconds after Aidan’s rope dropped, a realization smacked her like a freight train. His rejection had crushed the strong parts of her, and with that powerful part gone, it brought a memory of a time long ago that she had felt exactly the same way.

As if the walls of protection she’d built around herself vanished when he tugged away the rope. It reminded her of when she had decided to ignore her feelings for Aidan. One action had drawn her back to that period in her life, as if no time had passed at all.

She couldn’t ignore herself anymore.

This broke her heart.

Porter’s lips thinned. “If you lie to me, you will insult me.”

“I know that,” she replied.

The techno music shifted to a soft instrumental song, and Cora didn’t doubt that Master Dmitri was responsible. She appreciated it, too, as it helped to comfort her. In her peripheral vision, she saw Master Kyler shoo away Kenzie. While it relieved Cora, she also thought it sweet of Kenzie to check in on her. By now everyone in the dungeon was aware of her scene, or lack thereof. That was humiliating and embarrassing in itself.