The Assistant

Chapter Seven

You know, when Patrick told me that I would be working a party, I didn't expect to actually enjoy it. I smiled to myself as I made my rounds slowly in the room. It was a lot less terrifying than I thought it would be to stay at the Plaisir Interdit, specifically tonight I had been scared about serving drinks naked. That had dissolved the moment I spotted Patrick and Jon in the corner.

I tried not to look at them, him, honestly, I did, but they were so tempting, and I could feel their gazes searing my skin. I turned to the side, giving them a nice view of my ass and tits all in one and clasped my hands behind me as I hooked one ankle over the other.

People lounged around the brightly lit space, feet propped up on velvet ottomans, naked slaves knelt beside their handlers, several other naked women worked the room with me - serving drinks, getting felt up, publicly fucked. I never saw my life going this way.

I didn't tell Patrick, but the Mistresses fascinated me and scared me more than anyone else. Their controlled demeanour, sly smiles, well-groomed and styled appearance just added to their allure. I found myself blushing and flustered every time I was in the same room as them, and I almost asked Patrick if he planned on sharing me with one of them. I was pulled out of my reverie by a whistle, I turned and caught Patrick's gesture to come over. I smiled at him and tried not to run straight to his arms, as I reached the two men, he pulled me down to his lap, his hand immediately sliding up my thigh.

"You're doing well," Patrick murmured in my ear. "Spread your legs."

I complied happily and relaxed further against him, gazing up at him in awe as he rested his hand barely an inch from my aching pussy. I knew what this was, even if he didn't say it out loud; this was Patrick staking his claim in front of the other man. I caught Jon's eyes assess me, lingering on my Master's hand for a long minute. I was so glad he was here because I was certain that meant Patrick would share me with the other man. I couldn't forget how his hands felt, or the disappointment at him not being there for my initiation. But he was here now.

I ran my hands over Patrick's body; his thighs, his arms, up around his neck as he caressed me and casually chatted with his business partner. I wanted to believe that he dressed up for me; the obsidian suit with matching black dress shirt, the sleeves pushed up his forearms, the casually swept back chestnut hair, his trimmed but still there stubble - all completely perfect for me.

"We're going upstairs in a moment," he said suddenly. "Ike and I have a surprise for you."

I caught the frown that flashed across Jon's face at Patrick's words before he spoke. "I thought I would be overseeing her training with Ike?"

"You're preoccupied with Eloise right now, and I'm staying in the city so it makes more sense." Patrick stared the other man down, his grip obviously tight on his scotch glass.

Time held still, the music faded away and it was like everyone around us had moved away as a look of pure anger came over Jon's face. "I think we need to talk about this," Jon snapped. "Because I feel like I'm missing something."

"Lydia, you don't have to come with us," Patrick murmured to me as they stood up.

I frowned and clutched his arm tightly. "This involves me too; I want to come."

He assessed me for a moment before guiding us out of the entertainment space and into a study; the wood-panelled walls, red carpet, and floor to ceiling bookshelves made the room feel professional and unwelcoming in my naked state. Patrick held me close and I couldn't watch Jon as he paced the room in frustration.

"What the fuck is going on lately? I had no idea you had even confirmed her stay here, and just now you're telling me that I'm not involved with this?"