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walked past me and headed to the main floor. Fuck, I need ed a drink.
    I headed around the bar, grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniels from the top shelf , and poured myself a shot. Slamming it down, I knew she was going to kill me eventually.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 12- Emma
     
     
     
    Holy shit! was the only thing that could register in my mind. Seeing Marcus in his leathers and that tight shirt had the wetness pooling between my thighs. Although he mentioned we weren’t playing tonight, part of me still held out hope. Somehow, from the time he came to the bakery yesterday, and me coming here tonight, I seemed to get over whatever issue I was being a bitch about.
    There was no reason to be mad at him ; he was the training Dom, and nothing was written about how or when I would receive any of my satisfactions. I knew I was there to learn the rules and protocol, and to stop denying my desires. I needed to start acting like a true sub and not a spoiled brat. I would take any of the training he was willing to give, and try to lessen up on the bitch mode.
    “Watch where the fuck you are going, newbie,” a voice shrilled out as I came chest to chest with the blonde from last week. Why the hell do I keep running into this one?
    The blonde looked me up and down . “Nice outfit. Where’d you get it, a second hand kink shop?”
    “For your information, although it’s not your fucking business, it was in my locker when I got here.” I looked her up and down and then quickly glanced around the floor to make sure I wouldn’t be caught saying the next few words.
    “Looking for Master? He can’t save you the entire time, princess.” Her voice was full of sarcasm and dislike.
    I whipped my head back to look at her . “I don’t know who you think you are, but I’ve had about enough of your shit. And for the record, I don’t need Marcus or anyone fighting my battles for me, understood? Stay the fuck away from me and we won’t have any issues.”
    Leaving her speechless, I pushed past her and headed to where Mistress Sarah was waiting . “You are late sub. You will receive a punishment tonight, understood?”
    My eyes immediately went to the floor . “Yes, Mistress. I understand.” I really didn’t want to be punished, but it would be worth it for telling that conniving bitch off.
    “Good. I will share the news with Master Marcus. Now go get ready at the bar, Seth is waiting. Members and guest s should be here soon. Remember, a two drink alcohol limit tonight, no limit non-alcoholic.”
    I nodded my head . “Yes, ma’am.” I saw Seth at the bar with my tray ready, and proceeded to start a night of fun, sarcastically of course.
     
    ******
     
    I was sitting on the edge of the bar taking a well-deserved break, watching the action on the floor. The night had flown by. Marcus said it would be busy, and it had been. The club must have had double the amount of people in there than last weekend, and more and more kept showing up. My feet were starting to ache from being on them all night. I knew that I shouldn’t have worn the four inch heeled sandals I had, but they went with just about anything I wore, and not knowing what Marcus had picked out, they were a safe bet.
    As I sat watching a scene unfold on the St. Andrew’s Cross that was in the corner of the floor, I felt like I was being watched ; nothing obvious, but just that weird and uncomfortable feeling. I nonchalantly moved my head around the floor, seeing if I could catch anyone looking at me, but saw nothing out of the normal – Doms talking amongst each other, submissives wandering their gazes around the floor as well.
    I brought my attention back to the cross. The Dom had his sub or bottom, as I didn’t recognize them and , as far as I knew, she could just be a bottom, restrained to the cross with her breasts facing the wall. Her legs were held in the cuffs just above the foot platform, and her arms were restrained above her head and then tied to either