Free Saving Micah (Sequel to Conquering Jude) by Dakota Trace Page B

around his neck and sheer male harem pants. They left nothing to the imagination. I can’t believe he actually answered the door wearing that.
     
    “Yes?” The man’s rumbling voice sounded like thunder.
     
    He moved closer to his Mistress. He didn’t think the man would attack, but it couldn’t help to be careful.
     
    “Hello. You must be Sampson.” When the man nodded, she continued on. “Your Mistress named you aptly. I’m Mistress Olivia. I have an appointment to see your Mistress.”
     
    “Yes, Mistress, please come in.” Sampson gave her a small bow before ushering them inside. As the door closed behind them, Jude took in his surroundings. Bête à Bon Dieu was nothing like Olivia’s , but the ornate wood work and crème colored walls gave the club a warm homey feel. It isn’t bad for a club – but it just isn’t home. He was drawn back into the conversation as Sampson led them towards a slim staircase.
     
    “Mistress’s office is this way.” As they climbed the stairs, Sampson kept up a running conversation. “I’ve heard much about you from your submissive, Micah. Am I correct in assuming this is your other submissive, Jude?”
     
    They paused at the top of the steps as Sampson drew a key from his pocket. “You’re quite chatty for a submissive.”
     
    Sampson gave her a sheepish grin. “As Mistress constantly tells me. I’ve receive numerous punishments for my wayward tongue. Perhaps one day the lesson will sink in.”
     
    The emphasis the other man put on the word punishment assured Jude that the man enjoyed the punishments vastly. Not that I’m not unfamiliar with the idea. He too had pushed his Mistress at times just to feel the lash of her flogger against his ass. His dick twitched at the idea of his favorite toy and the last time she’d used it on him before they’d left.
     
    “Jude, get your mind out of the gutter,” Olivia scolded as she followed Sampson through the now unlocked door.
     
    Even though he wasn’t sorry about it, he felt compelled to apologize. “Sorry, Mistress.”
     
    “I swear every time I bring this man to a club his mind goes straight to the gutter,” she told Sampson.
     
    “It’s a common ailment, Mistress Olivia. And there could be worse things he’s thinking about.”
     
    With the way that Sampson’s fair cheeks reddened, Jude bet the other man had the same issue he did every time he stepped across the threshold.
     
    “Like what?” she asked as they followed the slave down the hall.
     
    “Like whether or not the security staff is doing its job, Mistress Olivia.”
     
    Olivia groaned. “Don’t remind me, Sampson. Pet sometimes forgets he’s supposed to be the submissive one when he enters the club and Carlos isn’t at the door. I keep explaining even Carlos needs his days off, but he swears he doesn’t trust anyone else the way he does Carlos.”
     
    “I don’t, Mistress. Remember protector first and foremost.” Jude stopped several feet back from the closed door at the end of the hall.
     
    “And what’s wrong with that?” Sampson looked at Olivia innocently.
     
    When Sampson got Olivia’s patented Domme stare, he immediately looked down. “I’ll let Mistress know you’re here.” It didn’t surprise Jude when the behemoth of a man dropped to his knees in front of the door after knocking.
     
    Moments later the door swung open to reveal a petite red-head with her hair gently waving around her oval face with the setting sun outlining her lush figure through the flowing sundress she wore. She looked like an angel. Jude blinked. After becoming accustomed to Olivia’s dark clothing and leather, he had a hard time believing that the woman was a Domme. That was until she opened her mouth.
     
    “Finally! Mistress Olivia, I have a bone to pick with you. What the hell were you thinking of siccing Caelan Doherty on me? The man is the biggest pain the ass I’ve ever had - aside from my Sampson here.” She fondly stroked