Riveted

Warning Signs

Fortunately, the Dungeon wasn't actually underground, but centered in the very back of the club down the main corridor. It didn't cross Desi's mind—nor Mason's apparently—that she was supposed to be restricted from that room under the rules of her trial membership. Not that he was dragging her in there for kinky fun and besides, who was he going to have to answer to? It wasn't like he could have his membership revoked as co-owner.

The room looked exactly like a torture dungeon should, only more brightly lit. All of the scenes had been halted, members standing out of the way as much as they could. A petite brunette with pin-straight hair and big blue eyes swimming with tears lay flat on her back on a matted section of the floor.

A half-naked man hovered over her, his dirty-blond hair and golden skin bearing the evidence of sweat, as did his sub's, revealing just how vigorously they'd been scening when the injury occurred. The only thing the House sub was wearing was a pretty collar made of pink leather.

"Max?" Mason questioned.

The Dom glanced up at their arrival, relief slashing through the remorse of his brown eyes. "I don't know what happened, Mace, I swear. We've done this scene a hundred times."

"I told you it was me. It was my fault, Sir Trent," Lily Rose immediately spoke up, her cheeks blushing with embarrassment, adding to the blotchy redness from her crying. "I just moved wrong, that's—"

The young woman's mouth popped open slightly, eyes rounding in surprise to see Desi stop beside Mason with her hand still being held firmly in his.

"Oh my God, I had no idea you brought someone tonight, Sir," she fumbled, her expression falling even further. "I ruined your plans."

"You didn't ruin anything, Lily, this was an accident," Mason stated sternly. "Now, where are you hurt?"

"My right shoulder," she answered, her bottom lip trembling a little as pain cut across her features when she tried to move it. "I think it's dislocated."

Ouch. Desi felt for her, that had to be excruciatingly painful. She could see the swelling already beginning there now that Lily had pointed it out. Mason released her hand to kneel beside Lily, but the woman's eyes locked onto Desi again with continued awe and curiosity.

Mason sighed. "This is my sub, Desi," he introduced quickly, as if to get it out of the way. "Desi, this is Lily Rose."

"You have a sub?" Lily asked, blinking at him as if she couldn't comprehend his words.

Desi frowned at that response, but the familiar sound of heavy boots cut through the Dungeon toward them, revealing the man who'd interrupted them upstairs. She also recognized him as the man who'd escorted her into the comedy club earlier that afternoon.

"Ice pack," he said, handing it off to Mason.

Mason immediately handed it across to the Dom, Max, since he was closer to Lily's injured arm. The young woman hissed and her expression clamped down with pain, when Max carefully laid it over her shoulder. Then, she put her hand on it to hold it there, so he could let go.

"Mason, Kendra's not here—" Max began.

"Yeah, why is that?" Mason asked. "That's unusual."

"Emergency shareholder meeting. I think something happened, but I'm not sure what," Lily answered. "She told me to come into work tonight anyway, since it was such short notice."

"Have you called her?" Mason asked.

Lily paled and shook her head. "She's going to be so disappointed in me, and with everything she's dealing with at the office—"