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15.Knock-Knock

I stand dumbfounded in the middle of Aiden's office. Xander's embracing me from behind still and my fingers squeeze his as he keeps my hand at the small of my back.

"The hell, Xander," I mumble.

But he lets go of my hand and pinches my side. "Kneel in display, wicked boy," Xander says in his casual yet so damn confident tone.

I'm in no mood to play and I don't really follow where he's going with all this. My mind got stuck on one image - me playing Sub in a public scene.

"Must I?" I ask in a hushed tone.

From behind me, Xander runs his hand along my chest and then takes a step back — all his warmth leaving me.

"Kneel in display," Xander repeats.

There are only two ways this can go. I either refuse to kneel and get kicked out of the Blue Hedonism for good, probably fucking up any chance of enjoying Xander or Dan's company ever again, or...

I kneel and swallow the lump in my throat. Shivers run through me and I'm cold and lost as I have not been in a long time.

"Are you serious?" Master Aiden speaks.

But I don't look at him. I don't even look at Gabe or Jack anymore. I don't know what I'm doing.

"Yes, I'm serious. How about I take Trent as my Sub, contract and all that jazz, for a month? We push some of the limits that he's willing to push and he'll learn his lesson, see things in a new light, learn better self-control."

Xander goes on and on, very convincing I have to admit. Even I believe I will become enlightened, a different man simply because I'll have him as my Master. And that makes me laugh — on the inside. It's amusing, I have to admit, but I can't even smile. Something has broken inside me and my thoughts pull me in a whirlwind, down through a drain where a familiar gloom envelops my entire being.

"He'll not step foot inside the club as a Dom anymore, which is what you want. A fitting punishment that's also a lesson," Xander's words echo empty inside me.

"And at the end of that lesson, he'll receive a public punishment?" Master Aiden asks rather intrigued.

"Not a punishment necessarily. Let's call it a public scene for everyone's entertainment. Yours too, Gabe, if you are willing to let go of the past and move on?"

Everyone falls silent and I can sense that they're all looking at Gabe, waiting for his answer.

For the first time in months, I hear Gabe speak and the meek needy voice irks me to the bone.

"Yes, Master. I'm willing to move on."

"And will watching a public scene with Trent as a Sub help you do that?" Xander asks.

"I'm not doing a public scene. That's a hard limit," I disclose forcing my tone to level and not unleash my anger.

My legs are itching to bring me back up to standing. Fuck being a Sub. Somehow this fucked up situation has ended up forcing me to play a role I'm not entirely sure I want to play.

"No public scene then. How about a private scene, in one of the showrooms? You and any other Sub can come and watch if they so wish," Xander suggests.

He's quick on his feet, thinking up ways to get this to work. But all he does is make me feel even more trapped.

"That will help, Master," Gabe shyly states and everything in his voice sounds false to me.

"Fine," I utter uncertain. Then I stand up and throw one look at Gabe. The lying weasel blushes and I swear he's smiling, maybe for a split second, while he lowers his head and lets those dark bangs cover his eyes.