“Is there something you need, princess?” he asked silkily, his voice a little deeper than normal. Yeah, he’d gone Captain Caveman on her before, but this was somehow different. There was a little more authority in his voice, a little more sensual power. Was it because they were at Stronghold, surrounded by Doms? She didn’t know, but it was definitely having an effect on her. “Am I not paying you enough attention?”

Eek. 

Whenever a dominant asked that question it never turned out well for the subbie.

“No, no,” she said, shaking her head in automatic denial. “I was just showing off your fine assets.”

Jake didn’t look convinced, his eyes moving over her face as if studying every last detail. Sharon did her best to look sincere, but there was a niggle of doubt in the back of her mind. Had some part of her been trying to vie for his attention? She had done something she’d known would get it, unequivocally, even if she hadn’t anticipated this response.

She was not opposed to it though, even as a little trickle of apprehension went through her.

Some of her hesitation must have conveyed itself to him, because Jake’s gaze sharpened.

“Oh, I think you did want my attention, princess. Now you have it.”

Sharon shrieked as Jake moved, hoisting her up off of her bar stool and over his shoulder before she could blink. Immediately, their friends started cat-calling and cheering him on, drawing the attention of everyone else in the bar and lounge areas. Sharon could see some of the Doms and subs halting their negotiations to look over curiously at her and Jake, who didn’t seem at all bothered by having everyone stare at them.

Ha. Who was the attention-whore now?

“Where are you going?” Patrick called after them as Jake stalked off toward the back of the club.

“There’s a room here I’ve always wanted to try out,” Jake tossed back over the shoulder she wasn’t currently occupying.

“You didn’t reserve one.” Despite the crowd, Patrick’s voice was still loud enough to be heard, since everyone was now watching her and Jake.

“Don’t need a reservation for where I’m going.”

There was only one room in the club that didn’t need a reservation. Sharon’s pussy clenched immediately.

19

The room Jake was most drawn to every time he’d walked through the club, the room he always had in the back of his head when he thought about doing something at the club, was on the top floor. In the back of his head, Jake had thought of it as ‘The Orgy Room.’ He didn’t know what it was actually called. Orgies weren’t its real purpose though, they just happened in there on occasion. Really, the room was specifically set up for people to watch and be watched.

Jake had always really liked watching.