The S*xy Submissive

d, Justin, to handle the social media marketing. For the first few days Adam pushed the image of Angela aside—was Angela her real name or was she one of the ones who had as

her own without outside interference. After all, with all of his experience and his naturally dominant personality, it was possible he could end up pushing her into something she didn't actually want just because it was what he wanted. "Maybe." He decided not to tell Rick about his internet searches. Somehow it seemed a little too much like stalking. Seems? Keep telling yourself that. "I won't push her Rick, I promise. I just want to see if she's there again. And maybe there will be other available subs this weekend." Rick chuckled. "You don't believe that any more than I do. Alright man, I'll take one for the team. Just watching you moon over a Domme is worth it in entertainment value and it'll save me some gas money." "Thanks," said Adam dryly. "I'll see you Saturday at nine?” "Works for me. See you then." Adam put his phone down. "Was that about the Domme Chris told me about?" Justin drawled from the doorway of Adam's office. He was leaning against the frame, arms crossed over the broad expanse of his chest. While Adam and Rick looked alike enough superficially because of their l hair and build, Chris and Justin really did look like they could be brothers or possibly even twins. Even their facial features were somewhat similar, and the more time they'd spent together in their threesome relationship with Jessica, the more their behaviors had rubbed off on each other as well. Two years ago Justin might not have even asked the question, and if he had it wouldn't have been with amusement in his eyes or the slight teasing note in his voice. Although he was glad to see his friend more relaxed, thanks to Chris and Jessica's influence, Adam rather missed those days sometimes. Like now? "Yes." There was no point in denying it, Rick would just tell on him anyway. Sometimes their group of friends could be as bad as teenage girls when it came to gossip, sad to say. "What do you need?" Fortunately, Justin re

d be back at Chained this Saturday, but people tended to follow habits. Although, to put it in another perspective, maybe this was fate’s way of telling her to stay away from Mr. Grouchy. It was probably for the best. After all, it wasn’t as if she could actually pursue the guy. He thought she was a Domme and she hadn’t given herself much wiggle room there. “I’m sure it will be fine,” said Leigh, excited now that she had her victim well ensnared. “Thank you, thank you so much. You won’t—” “Please don’t say I won’t regret this,” interrupted Angel, although she had a smile on her face. “We both know that’s probably not true.” Not only would she be missing out on seeing sexy dominant men, she was going to be paired up with someone who actually wanted to put their personal life out on television. Ugh. She would never understand the appeal. “He’s a nice guy, I promise.” Relief and gratitude filled Leigh’s voice, making up for whatever disappointment Angel was feeling. When Leigh needed her, she would be there, and vice versa. “You owe me. Email me the details, I’ve got to get back to my class.” Not the best way to finish out her class since her concentration was completely shot after that, but she struggled through. Fortunately by the time Leigh had called, the wome

Master Adam. It took an interruption from the cute submissive who had been so eager to get her a drink last week to bring her back to her senses. She was feeling pretty comfortable here, even though it was only her second visit. The atmosphere and the people appealed to her; but it was becoming clear what had really intrigued her last week were the men she had met. And, truth be told, she'd rather latched onto Adam. Looking around the club, Angel decided there was currently nothing for her here. Being in the club just made her want to shed the Domme persona she was hiding behind and be who she truly was. She felt like she could be brave enough to do so now. Especially, if she went on a Thursday and did an Introduction Scene, the way the club recommended. Stronghold was open five nights a week, three of them fo