Hark crossed his arms over his chest. Diachi narrowed his eyes and prepared himself to lock wills with Hark. “Are you safewording?” Around them the club grew silent. He normally would've been leery to have this power struggle with a sub in front of others, but this time was different. Having an audience would drive home his point in a way Hark would be hard pressed to forget. “No, I'm not.” Hark glared at him. “Because for me to need a safeword, I'd have to have a Dom.” A slow smile crossed Diachi's face. “You do, you just don't seem to remember the fact.” Hark's lips thinned. “Says who?” “Says the man who drove through the hell of Chicago’s rush hour traffic to retrieve you.” Diachi moved closer, until their chests were less than an inch apart. “And the same man who's going to break through those damned walls you insist on hiding behind.”
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