This was their first time back at the club since Olivia had been attacked. It’d been almost a week since Mistress had claimed him so thoroughly, he didn’t know if he’s be able to leave her even if she demanded it. Even though it’d gone against all of his protective instincts, he’d finally relented when Olivia had presented reasonable arguments about her safety at the club. She needed to feel the familiar camaraderie that came from being surrounded by other Doms and their subs. So when she’d offered to take him along as her first argument, and the last being the upgraded security Jackson had completed, he’d relented. Not that all of the upgrades were working smoothly. She went off the deep end about that fucked up new security door system. I can’t believe Carlos has been dealing with such a defective system for the past week. Resting his head on against his Mistress’s thigh, he watched Caelan stare moodily at the snifter of scotch in his hand. Across the room, Gabriel was lounging on the sofa a few feet away with Sara cuddled on his lap.
