“Gentlemen your attention, please.” The dom organizing the event stepped up onto an overturned wooden crate. Finally! Lucas pushed himself away from the wall. The longest half an hour in the history of the universe was almost over. “Is everyone clear on the rules?” the organizer asked. A chorus of affirmative answers rang out. Perhaps if Wendy hadn’t been one of the submissives who’d set off twenty-eight minutes ago, Lucas would have been more inclined to believe them. But Wendy… He ground his teeth together. She should never be in the same room as another dom, let alone chased by a gang of them. He looked toward the big barn doors, impatient for the whole charade to be over so he could take her safely home. The organizer checked his stopwatch. The barn fell eerily silent as he counted down the final seconds. “Happy hunting, gentlemen!”
