Yup, that’s right Olivia, just keep on swimming up De-Nile.

Submitting to Mistress Lisa was very different from submitting to Olivia.

Not because Mistress Lisa was a bad Domme or because she did things all that differently from Olivia… but Luke just couldn’t focus on her the way he knew he should. He struggled to give in. Even something as simple as being restrained to the cross didn’t feel easy or right. He’d asked to be on the cross facing towards it, hoping that not being able to see the woman behind him would help, but he didn’t feel as comfortable in the bondage as he had last class.

At least, not until Olivia walked by, checked on his cuffs, and then patted his shoulder before walking away. Only then had he really been able to relax into it.

Mistress Lisa was a good Domme.

The flogging she gave him felt surprisingly good. More like a massage than anything else. But when she was finished, he didn’t feel the same kind of satisfaction or fulfillment he had with Olivia. Was he accidentally working against himself? Not wanting to give in just because Mistress Lisa wasn’t the woman he had chosen to give in to?

He didn’t know.

But he didn’t like it.

If he couldn’t cut it in this class, he wouldn’t be able to prove to Olivia that he could be what she was looking for. He already had enough working against him, he didn’t need to do badly here as well.

He felt more anxious than anything else by the end of his time with Mistress Lisa and he couldn’t seem to shake it.

“You know you aren’t doing that boy any favors by putting him with me.” Lisa’s amused tones interrupted Olivia’s own ruminations as she stared across the room where Patrick and Luke were chatting. The club owner had come out after class was over to talk to Luke about Marquis business; the rest of the class had already left a few minutes ago.

Behind Lisa, Karen tried to appear innocent, like she wasn’t listening to every word being said. Olivia shot her a warning look before turning her attention to Lisa. If she heard any gossip in the club about this among the subbies...

Ugh. She wouldn’t even know if it had been Karen who spilled, to be honest. Her own subbie friends weren’t exactly close-mouthed.

“He seemed to do all right,” Olivia said defensively, crossing her arms over her chest.