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I glanced at Adalyn first and arched a brow. “Another martini?”
“I would prefer a water, Sir,” she whispered dutifully.
Good girl, I thought.
“I think they both could use some water,” I told Jax, giving him a meaningful look.
Alcohol should be imbibed in moderation, and the untouched tray of food told me they hadn’t eaten anything with their last drinks.
“On it,” he said, gathering the two soiled glasses and disappearing.
I waited until he was closer to the bar to press my lips to Jenica’s ear again. “Here is how this is going to go. You’re going to kneel on the floor beside me like a good little sub in training with your head bowed just like this. You’re not going to speak or move. Your obedience will be resolute. And if you’re good, Jax won’t have a clue you’re here.”
I looked at Adalyn.
“And you are going to stay right where you are and do all the talking. Your friend, Jen, is nervous and shy. I’m going to offer her comfort, something we both know you understand. When Jax gets bored, we’ll move on. Then you’re taking Jen home.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, her training resolute.
Jenica, however, lacked the finesse and understanding of being a sub and attempted to lift her head. But my grip on her neck held her in place in front of me with ease. “You can’t tell us what to do,” she hissed.
“I can,” I corrected her. “You’re not a member, Jenica. All I have to do is snap my fingers and you’ll be removed. But it’ll be your roommate who pays the price for that more than you, as I suspect her trainer won’t be pleased by her pissing off a member.”
The pale coloring overtaking Adalyn’s olive skin tone confirmed my statement. “We’ll go, Sir,” she promised.
“Trainer?” Jenica repeated.
“We don’t have time for questions,” I told her before glancing over my shoulder to check on Jax. “Your brother is on his way back. Now, are you going to be a good little sub, or do I need to make a scene?” This served as an appropriate punishment—forcing her to kneel.
It would also please me immensely.
And it would allow me to help her hide her face.
Because if Jax caught her here, he would lose his ever-loving shit.
“Please, Jen,” Adalyn whispered. “Please kneel for him.”
Her plea almost made me want to go back on my threat. I didn’t know the full extent of what the trainers did with the Elite Brides, but her palpable distress felt wrong. Subs typically craved punishment. This one appeared to fear it.
“You’ll need to let go of my neck,” Jenica bit out, some of her spirit returning.
“No, darling, I don’t think I will.” I applied pressure, pulling her up into a standing position.
I stepped around her as I used my grip on her neck to angle her head back, allowing me to stare down into her eyes.
“I’m going to sit, and you’re going to move between my sprawled legs and slowly kneel before me. Then you’ll bow your head and lower those beautiful eyes for me.”
Jax had returned, the clank of glasses making Jenica jump.
Her eyes widened, and I gave her a meaningful look.
Obey, and I’ll keep quiet.
React, and you’ll regret it.
I slowly released her neck and allowed my fingers to trail down her non-inked arm in a display of possession, one Jax’s eyes tracked with interest.
It was a purposeful move to keep his gaze focused on the arm closest to him rather than the other one detailed in ink he would absolutely recognize. Her lacy gloves did a good job of masking the colorful tattoos, but if he looked hard enough, he’d see them.
