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fueled my
anger. He had laid his hands on her. I was sure of it now.
    “ Hey,”
I tried to draw his attention away from her. “Your beef is with
me. Leave her out of it.”
    “ I'll
do whatever the fuck I like. Now, sit down.” His agitation
flared, and he quickly gripped Talia by the arm and jerked her down
onto the bench beside him.
    “ So
what? Are you just going to sit here and stare at me all night?”
I glared at him.
    “ I'm
trying to get the point across that you don't belong here.”
    I snorted before
looking into the crowd. “You've certainly got me there. I
definitely don't belong with this group of women and fakes.”
    Was it really worth
sticking around? Did I really want to play this game again? Who can
outlast who. It seemed a bit ridiculous when I wasn't around people I
respected. Then again, I didn't want to seem weak in Talia's eyes. It
was the whole domination/submission bullshit, the alpha and omega.
The one who walked away with his tail between his legs might as well
have his balls lopped off. This was more a game of pride than
anything else, and though I hated to play it here, around all of
these stupid fucking fakes, it had to be played so that I could save
face.
    “ Women
and fakes, huh?” Chet let out a short breathy laugh. “Maybe
you'd like a demonstration of what a real Dom is.”
    “ If
I wanted a demonstration from a real Dom, you'd be the last person
I'd ask.”
    “ Come
on, slut.” He ignored me, standing and giving Talia's arm a
sharp jerk to pull her into a standing position. “Let's show
this little cunt what he's missing.”
    The second I
realized he was guiding her to the back of the room, my stomach
twisted with dread. They were headed to one of the Saint Andrews
Crosses. He fully intended on doing a scene with her, and I doubted
it would be anything less than brutal.
    Talia seemed to be
thinking the same thing. She glanced back at me for half a heartbeat,
and I swear I saw fear behind her large brown eyes, which only made
me feel worse. This was my fault. He wasn't just doing this to be
cocky, he was doing it to punish us both.
    You should go. If
you watch, he'll win. But wouldn't he still win if you left? He would
have driven you away. I lost
either way. It was a shitty thing to admit to myself, but no matter
how the cards fell, I had drawn a losing hand. Watching would give
him the satisfaction of throwing his ownership of Talia in my face.
Leaving would give him the satisfaction of knowing he had driven me
away. Which was the less of the two evils?
    Just go , my
mind screamed at me, yet my body refused to move. I kept trying to
work out in my mind how I could get the upper hand in the situation.
Maybe one of these soccer moms would be interested in doing a scene
with me. Perhaps I could prove that I was the better Dom. Who was I
kidding though? None of these women took this stuff seriously. They'd
be giggling and flirting and talking through the entire thing. I'd
just come off looking like a jackass with no control.
    My only real option
was to watch and look unimpressed. How could I expect to keep my cool
though when I knew his dominance would tip toward abuse? Maybe I
wouldn't have to worry about that. Surely, the hosts and sponsors of
this event realized that most of the participants were squeamish. If
the dungeon monitor saw that the scene was getting too intense, he'd
rush in to stop it. Then I would win, because I would be the one who
didn't get kicked out. Still, I wasn't sure I could watch knowing
what would go on behind closed doors with them afterward.
    My body stiffened as
they reached the Saint Andrews Cross, and Chet assumed his dominant
stance with his legs shoulder-width apart, and his hands held loosely
behind his back. From a distance, it looked more like a position that
a sub would take, but I knew it was parade rest from his time in the
military, a position that he was comfortable in. Talia dropped the
bag that she had been carrying at his feet and then