Careful not to disturb Paige, I stepped out of bed and stood there for a few seconds, watching her sleep. I was so glad I finally fucked her. She was a fast study and eager to learn and was a revelation between the sheets.
When she’d first walked into my room at the club, I would never have dreamed I’d feel like this. Cupid had taken aim at my heart and scored a fucking bullseye.
None of the other subs I’d been with over the years had made me feel this energized or excited. Or maybe I hadn’t allowed myself to feel this energized or excited.
Looking back, I had always gone for the same type of woman. Someone who didn’t challenge me. Someone I knew I could control and who wouldn’t put up a fight.
While Paige didn’t put up too much of a fight, she resisted me and teased me, and she made me laugh and smile. She also realized that even though I was her Master, she was the one who called the shots. I supposed she was exactly what I had always needed, even though I had never known I’d needed her.
I sighed and scrubbed my hands over my face. I hadn’t been in the office for a few days, and I had to at least show my face before the Christmas break. Tonight was the annual party where my employees brought in their families, and Santa gave out gifts. It was a yearly tradition and something everyone enjoyed.
While not usually being in holiday spirits, because my focus was always on work or Expose club, I had always liked to at least humor them. This year, however, my spirits were a lot more jolly, thanks to a special little elf mouse named Paige.
What the fuck had gotten into me?
I wondered if Paige would like to come with me. Then I shot the idea down. It was too soon, but maybe next year. I smiled. Look at me planning a year in advance. Planning on being with someone without a contract. I was a changed man, and I couldn’t say I minded.
I placed a kiss on her cheek and inhaled her ever-present vanilla perfume. I couldn’t wait to have sex with her in the shower, so I could see how she smelled so good. Good enough to eat. Which was something I planned to do many times from here on out.
***
No sooner had I reached my desk when texts from members of the club started blowing up my phone asking if I’d read the story The Reporter had posted online. After the tenth text, my hand tightened around my phone, and it felt like a noose was tightening around my neck.
No way. She wouldn’t have done that to me. No fucking way.
I pulled up the story, and my vision blurred around the edges.
Fuck. On the homepage was a screen grab of me shirtless and wearing the mask. The grainy photo had been enhanced and lightened, but there was no doubting it was me. The absurd headline read Palmer Me, Master. The byline gave credit to Alec Williams, with additional reporting by Paige Matthews.
I told myself I didn’t care who knew about the lifestyle I led or about what got me off because I had nothing to lose. That wasn’t exactly true, or I wouldn’t be so secretive about it. But still, it was the other members of the club I cared about more. The men and women who had no choice but to keep their desires on the down low for fear of retribution and ostracization. I had enough money to make any potential problem go away, but not everyone did.
Anger rapidly built inside me and I considered ripping my monitor from the table and throwing it across the floor. Paige had called in sick yesterday because she’d been with me, but she must have given Alec the video and the information the day before, and she’d kept me preoccupied by keeping my cock hard.
I slammed my fist against my desk. She’d double-crossed me just like Linda had, and once again I’d fallen for a great pair of tits and a willingness to please. For the first time in years, I’d let my guard down, and look what happened. Cutting off my dick would have hurt less.
I scanned the article. There were snippets from the interview I’d done with Paige, but most of the piece was about the club and what went on in my room. There were also the obligatory quotes from a source that revealed my deepest, darkest carnal needs.
More screen grabs showed Santa screwing Rudolph and subs chained to the bar, but thankfully faces were pixelated out, and no one else was named. Why hadn’t I deleted the video the second I discovered her phone?
I had broken my own code and had kissed her. I had trusted her. I had let her in. How fucking foolish could I be?
Paige’s name popped up on my phone, but I declined the call and then blocked her. Talking to her wasn’t something I was ready to do. I didn’t know when or if that time would ever come. And I had no idea why she was calling after she had screwed me and every other club member over to this degree.
I picked up my desk phone and put a call into The Reporter.
“Alec Williams.”
“Pull the article now.”
My temper was near breaking point, and my voice reflected my fury.
“Or what, Master. You’ll spank me for being a naughty boy? Maybe next time you’ll think twice before you screw me over.”
“You’ll hear from my legal team about this.” I ended the call and threw my phone onto the desk.
I had to give it to Paige; she was one hell of an actress. How long had her sting operation taken to plan?
Everything she’d said to me was a lie. If her pussy hadn’t been so fucking tight, I would have said she’d lied about being a virgin, too. She certainly gotten the story to kickstart her career, but she’d also made enemies she didn’t want to have.
And I had thought Vivian was a piece of work. Vivian had nothing on Paige Matthews.