“I’d pay to see that,” Ian said. “Seriously, I’ll pay you. It would be so worthwhile to see the look on his face.”
Charlotte sighed. “Damon got shot by his bestie. He’s not handling it well. He’s not going to tear up the club.”
“Unless Baz shows up. Then all bets are off,” Ian countered. “And I’m not talking about Jesse, either. I’m fairly comfortable with him. I’m talking about your brother-in-law’s friend.”
“Keith?” She’d met Keith a couple of times. He’d been at Ryan and Jill’s wedding. He’d been the best man and she’d been the maid of honor. She could still remember how he’d offered her his arm before they walked down the aisle. Keith was a tall, broadly built man with golden brown hair and a smile that transformed his naturally sober face into something beautiful.
He’d escorted her down the aisle and then utterly ignored her. He was some sort of ridiculously wealthy investor guy. She was a girl who cheered when her bank account had more than a hundred bucks in it.
“Yes. Keith has moved back to Dallas and he wants to come to Sanctum. I know Ryan says he’s a well-trained Dominant, but I don’t give out Master rights like candy. I need to see it, which means he needs a sub.”
She shook her head because there was some kind of mistake. She wondered if Jill had told them a lie to get her the job. “I’m not a sub.”
Both Charlotte and Ian snickered a little.
“I’m not.”
“Ashley!” Ian growled her name.
Ashley immediately looked away. Damn it. That didn’t mean a thing. It just meant Ian Taggart was a scary guy. She forced her eyes to meet his. “I’m not a submissive. I hope that doesn’t mean I can’t work here anymore, but the truth of the matter is I’m just here for the job. I don’t…I don’t do the sex stuff.”
Taggart snorted a little. Somehow he made it sound regal. “You don’t do the sex stuff? Don’t you have a kid?”
He had a point. “Fine. I don’t do that kind of thing anymore.”
“You don’t fuck anymore?” Taggart asked. “Look, just the fact that you called it ‘sex stuff’ makes me want to help you out.”
She felt herself flush. “I’m a mom. I don’t have time for sex.”
Ian stared at his wife. “You’re never having babies.”
Charlotte frowned Ashley’s way. “Don’t talk like that in front of him. He’s scared of tiny humans.”
“I am not.”
“You ran away from Carys last night.”
“That’s because I’m scared of poop, not tiny humans. Although tiny humans make an enormous amount of shit. And then they play in it. It’s horrifying. If we have a kid, it can’t poop.”
“I’m going to work on that, babe.” She turned back to Ashley. “This isn’t about sex. D/s doesn’t have to be about sex. It can be about figuring out who you are, and if you honestly believe you aren’t submissive, then maybe you should be talking to Eve and not Ian.”
“I don’t see how you think I’m a sub.” Eve was the resident shrink. Ashley didn’t think she really needed a professional.
Charlotte hopped off her husband’s lap and walked around the desk. She leaned on it, looking down at Ashley. “Honey, you do everything anyone asks of you. Just the other day Adam asked for Dos Equis and the bar didn’t have it, and you went out on your own and found it.”
She didn’t like to disappoint people. “It didn’t take me too long.”
She’d had to drive three miles in terrible traffic and it took two stops to find the correct beer. But that was her job, right? It wasn’t like she just always did what people asked of her. She had a sarcastic sense of humor. That meant she was all independent and sassy. A sub couldn’t be those things.
“You should have told him no. Adam is a pussy. He’ll take anything you give him,” Ian replied. “But Charlie is right. Tell me how many times in a day you give up the things you want and need because someone asked you for something. It doesn’t even have to be something important. You never want to say no. You never want to let anyone down. You struggle to even say no to people you don’t like.”
“So you want me to sub for this guy because you think I’m some kind of pushover?” She didn’t like the implication. Somehow when Taggart put it that way, she sounded pathetic. She was just trying to be nice, just trying to make things easier for the people around her.
But he was right about one thing. She ended up sacrificing all too often.
Her mind went back to her boyfriend. She hadn’t wanted to have sex, hadn’t been ready for it. He’d whined and argued and sulked and she’d given in.
Taggart shook his head, a short, sharp negative. “No. I don’t think you’re some kind of pushover. I know you’re a doormat.”
Charlotte sent her husband a look that should have killed him. “God, you’re such an asshole.”
He simply shrugged as though he got that a lot. “And that’s twenty, baby.”
Charlotte’s eyes rolled, her attention going back to Ashley. “What he’s trying to say is you don’t necessarily understand the dynamic a D/s relationship can take. You’re seeing the sex and the spankings and how nice it is to kneel at some hot guy’s feet and let him pet you, but there can be more to it.”
Taggart grinned, a look that lit up his normally dark face. “Don’t forget the blow jobs.”
Charlotte ignored him. “What we’re trying to do is give you the opportunity to explore the lifestyle in a safe setting with a Dom I’m pretty sure is a service top.”
“Service top?” She’d heard the terms top and bottom but had never heard there were different types.
“Doms get into the lifestyle for different reasons,” Charlotte explained. “Some are complete buttfuck assholes who want to have absolute control over every aspect of a woman’s life and can’t accept anything less.”
“We prefer the term total power exchange to buttfuck assholes.” Ian didn’t crack a smile this time.
Charlotte continued. “But some Doms actually get their pleasure in the exchange from serving their submissives.”