How Cassie Got Her Grind Back (36 page)

“Yes, it’s me, Jillian. You know how I feel about lies.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, squirming as if she anticipated a punishment spanking. “They were little white lies.”

Hector growled. “You drive me crazy when you pull this crap, Jillian. Did you say things to Samson’s sub to purposely hurt her?”

Jillian’s jaw jutted as she frowned, but her eyes gleamed when she finally looked up. “She is a fat, ugly, Mexican cow,
Sir
,” Jillian spat, causing everyone to gasp in shock. “She might be subservient, but she doesn’t know the first thing about sub—”

Cassie launched herself from his lap and toppled Jillian flat on her back. Before anyone could react, she crouched over Jillian and got right in her face. “I may be fat, I am
definitely
Mexican, you little
perra
, and I may not know the first thing about submission, but I’m about to Dominate your skinny white ass!”

Jillian screamed in outrage, a sound that reached the farthest corners of the darkened club and drew the attention of every member.

“
Whoa
!” Samson said as he leaped from the chair and set about disentangling Cassie, but she was surprisingly strong in her grip on Jillian. Ivan jumped up as well, but he waved him back.

Samson couldn’t recall seeing Cassie ever so fiery as she was right then. Her eyes glowed with vengeance as she held the squealing submissive down and said, “You may look like the perfect fucking submissive, and you probably
are
dying to get under his whip again, but it’s not happening, you conniving
puta
! Samson is mine!”

“You can’t handle him, you fat bitch! Go back to the tortilla factory!”

He thankfully was able to catch Cassie’s forearm in a gentle grasp when she reared back to slap Jillian, and she screamed when Jillian raked her other arm with her sharp fingernails.

“Stop her before she gets hurt worse, Samson,” Joseph said as he tossed his phone to Bunny and entered the fray, trying to split them apart without hurting either. Cassie had a hold of Jillian’s hair and was trying with little success to bat her head against the carpeted floor as Samson wrapped his forearms around her torso and lifted.

In the background, he heard Hector say, “It’s good to see you, too, Bunny. Could you position the phone camera so I can see what’s happening? Is our girl winning?”

A giggle was the only reply Samson heard from Bunny as he succeeded in bundling Cassie into his arms as she struggled to land a fist. “
Whoa
, my God you’re strong, woman. Stop,
chiquita
, I’ve got you,” he whispered. She panted, red-faced and trembling with rage, hair wild, looking like an avenging angel doing battle. Fresh red blood welled in the scratches on her arm.

Looking suitably outraged, Jillian whipped her hair back from her face and turned to Joseph. “That trashy bitch doesn’t deserve to even be in your presence, Sir. I don’t know what gutter she came out of but—”

Joseph reached back to his chair and grabbed the ball gag. “Silence,” he ground out as he pressed it to her lips. She went instantly silent and turned a hateful glare on Cassie and lashed out with a foot clad in a five-inch heel. She would’ve done terrible harm to Cassie’s outer thigh if Samson hadn’t seen her vicious intent an instant before and turned so that it was his leather-clad thigh she nailed instead.

Bunny and Mona both gasped, and he cursed and saw stars as the pain registered and somehow managed to not drop Cassie. Joseph silently wrestled the shoes from Jillian’s feet. “I should’ve had you remove these when you came in.”

It took a full minute to stop Jillian from lashing out, during which the club members halted their play and waited for the “scene” to reach its conclusion.

“Jillian, I know what you’re doing,” Hector finally said when they’d regained a sense of calm. “You didn’t get your way, so you were mad. You wouldn’t give Brandon a safe word because you were mad, so he had no choice but to play on the light side with you, which you hate, just so you could walk away from him unsatisfied, which only fed your anger. Even your inexcusable insults to Cassie had an ulterior motive. You think now you’ve truly earned a punishment and that Samson will just let you have it. You should know better. I know
he
does.”

She screeched against the ball gag, her words unintelligible. Anger radiated from her, and Bunny inched back against Joseph’s leg, well out of her range.

Hector sighed. “No, my poor girl. Joseph will revoke your temporary club membership, and you will not be rewarded with pain. You will go without, at least as far as Hazelle House is concerned. Joseph, I believe that was her real intention in coming to your club. Our club Doms here were concerned about her bringing serious injury upon herself. She told me she was doing better. I knew she had to go out of town on business, but I didn’t know she would be paying your club a visit. Juno will be heartbroken over this, Jillian. I am disappointed.”

That seemed to get a reaction from Jillian, as she stilled and then looked at Hector’s face and finally dropped her gaze and nodded.

Joseph looked around the group and said, “And people wonder why I detest difficult subs.”

Bunny scoffed and turned the phone screen to her. “For the record, Master Hector, I have been an angel. Just sayin’.”

“Right,” Hector countered and then chuckled. “Well, this has put a real damper on my evening. I think I’m going to have a drink and then see if my wife is still feeding the baby or back in bed asleep. Jillian?”

Jillian looked up once again and blinked through her tears. She made an assenting sound. Her hands weren’t cuffed, and neither were her legs. None of the men restrained her with their hands any longer. But the ball gag stayed where it was, probably providing her a measure of comfort through its control of her speech.

“I can’t make you take care of yourself. I can’t make you seek help. I don’t want to cut you off from Juno and the club. Love, when you’re on an even keel, you’re a good submissive and a delight for any sadist, but your heart and your head aren’t in a healthy place right now. Please don’t seek what you need among strangers. Come home as soon as you can, and we will work something out, so that acting out to get what you need isn’t necessary.”

Samson watched her face for signs of distress or leashed anger, but she sat still, her legs sprawled out to the side and gradually moved to take on her former kneeling position.

Watching silently as she gathered herself, Hector said, “Make your apologies to Joseph and Samson’s guests. You’ve made a poor representation to Samson’s brother of what BDSM is all about.” Joseph removed the gag, and Jillian coughed and licked her lips.

“But I thought he was a Dom. He should know…” She looked at Ivan, and he shook his head.

“I’m a chef, ma’am, and I am excellent with a knife.”

His use of the proper female address seemed like a lash against her, an unpleasant one, and finally her cheeks filled with color. “I made an assumption. I’m sorry.” With the apology tendered, she added, “You’re really a chef?”

Cassie finally found her voice and said, “Yes, and get your eyes off of him. He’s mine, too.”

Jillian bit her lip as she turned to Cassie, and Samson braced for more ugliness, but Jillian said, “I apologize for speaking so rudely to you. I understand this is my last visit here, and I own that, but I’m embarrassed my behavior is a reflection on Master Hector and Juno. This isn’t their fault. I took all of this too far. I concluded my business in San Antonio today, Sir. I’ll collect my things and leave now.”

Hector seemed relieved, and it was obvious he cared about Jillian. “Get some sleep, Jillian. When you get your flight information, please text it to me and I’ll have someone at the airport here to pick you up when your flight arrives.”

“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”

“We’ll talk when you get home.”

Joseph excused himself from their group and walked her out. The club gradually filled with the more typical sounds of play sessions, and Samson looked around the group at all their shocked faces and waved to a waitress, who came and took drink orders. He gently squeezed Cassie, who was trembling. “Baby? You all right?”

She turned in his embrace and put her arms around his shoulders. Against his neck, she whispered, “I’m so embarrassed. I’ve never
ever
lost my cool like that. I can’t stop shaking.”

He chuckled and patted her hip. “Then I guess you were overdue. You’re feeling the adrenaline overload. Try to let it roll through you without fighting it. Jillian provoked you with the intention of getting a reaction.”

“Which makes this more embarrassing because I gave in to the urge just as she intended.” She turned to face the rest of their friends. “I’m sorry for losing it.”

Bunny waved a hand dismissively and said, “
Pfft
!” before she remembered she was supposed to be silent. She pressed her lips together and stilled, pretending as though she hadn’t just spoken. Samson gave her credit for knowing how to dispel the tension as everyone chuckled.

Randall said, “We won’t tell on you this once, Red.” He turned and spoke softly to Mona, who hurried off after kissing him.

Bunny mouthed
thank you
and then winked at Samson and made a hissing sound at Cassie and kitten claws with her hands.

Cassie turned to him and placed a hand over his thigh where Jillian had nailed him with her high heel. “Are you all right? You’re going to have a terrible bruise. I can feel how hot it is, and it’s swelling.”

He leaned forward and whispered, “You keep squirming around on my cock and I’ll let you attend to another swelling that’s also getting hot.” She stilled instantly, and he thoroughly enjoyed the bright shade of rose transforming her already pink cheeks. She glanced back at him with a reproving twist to her lips, but there was a sparkle in her eyes.

Randall said, “I’ve sent Mona for an ice pack and the first-aid kit so you can doctor Cassie’s arm. She’s bleeding. Jillian was the one with the claws, but I think you’ve got the fiery tigress in your lap, my friend.”

“That pretty much says it all,” Samson said with a chuckle as he squeezed her reassuringly and then looked at his brother. “It’s usually not this exciting up in the VIP section. Now down in the dungeon…”

Ivan frowned. “This isn’t the dungeon?”

Everyone laughed, and Samson eventually explained that there was another whole floor of BDSM beneath their feet. Ivan took it all in with relative nonchalance, seeming to purposely want Samson to know he accepted this aspect of his life.

The night might not have gone as he’d expected, but it had ended up better than he’d hoped. And there was a part of him that had ignited at seeing how fiery Cassie could be where her men were concerned.

* * * *

Cassie watched Samson wince when he applied the ice pack to the knot on his leg through his leather pants. While she was grateful he’d protected her from harm, she was worried he wasn’t being honest about how much pain he was in. If he’d been wearing slacks or jeans instead of those leather pants, Jillian’s stiletto heel might’ve done much more serious damage.

Anger flared at the uproar Jillian had caused, and Cassie’s cheeks flushed once more with heat at the reminder she’d literally lost control of her anger. She knew now that Jillian had manipulated her on purpose, which didn’t make it any easier for her to face the fact she’d lost it like a common street thug. She’d also made such territorial statements about Samson and Ivan. She doubted saying such things about a Dom was permissible in Hazelle House and could only imagine what Joseph and the others thought of her.

“Your thoughts show so easily in your eyes,
chiquita
,” Samson said softly as he brushed antibiotic ointment over her wounds and bandaged them. She smiled at him, appreciating the encouragement.

Ivan leaned over in his chair and kissed her shoulder. “You were speaking the truth, you know?” he said, and she turned to look into his kind blue eyes. “We are yours.”

“Mmmm, all yours,” Samson echoed.

“But I thought I’d be in big trouble, like huge trouble for saying something like that, especially here, where you’re supposed to be the one in control, the one in charge.”

Samson gave her a kiss and murmured, “Silly girl. The subs may be the ones on their knees, but even if they’ve given control to their Doms, they’re still the ones with all the power.”

She leaned back against her shoulder and shook her head. “I’ll never understand this world. Not fully.”

“You understand more than you realize,” Samson said as he settled back with her in the cushy chair, forcing her to practically recline on him. “You just need time to get settled in.”

She looked across the group, observing the way Bunny leaned against Joseph’s leg, with her cheek on his knee. She caught Cassie watching her and gave her an evil grin that meant she was up to no good. Cassie’s attention was drawn by the movement of Bunny’s hands, and Cassie slowly slid her gaze down Joseph’s pant leg, hoping she wasn’t being obvious. Bunny was slowly, and with painstaking care, tying his shoe laces in knots, over and over again, so that when he wanted to remove his shoes, he would first have to untie all the knots. Cassie snorted softly, figuring it was lucky for Bunny that she hadn’t tied his shoe laces together or her clitoral torture might never end.