Chapter 20

The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and as I stepped out of my rental on Le Petit Château's parking lot, I couldn't believe my luck.

"Well here you are!" I exclaimed happily. Good timing, no witnesses. Claudia was wearing her work uniform, a crisp white blouse and black apron, her hair pinned back. She stopped dead on the sidewalk, garbage bag still hanging from one hand, the lid of the dumpster half raised in her other. Her eyes went wide, then narrowed as she took me in.

"Renee? What are you doing here?" She frowned, a flicker of worry crossing her face. "Wait. You're still an owner. I thought Oliver took that back from you after the other night."

I shrugged, letting my smile widen just a little. "Funny thing about that. He kinda accidentally locked himself out of the process. Long story short, I never gave it back, and he never noticed."

Claudia let the dumpster lid drop with a clang, clearly suspicious. "Do you wanna fuck me? I'm in the middle of my shift, so if you do, make it quick. But you have to tell him. He never agreed to this. He thinks you gave it back."

I laughed and leaned against the brick wall, crossing my arms. "Oh, I will. Fuck you, that is. Telling him about my persistent title is not on the menu, pet."

Claudia slowly moved her arm toward the pocket of her apron, and I caught the glint of her phone. I was faster.

"Don't," I said softly, and her fingers stopped an inch short. "Keep my ownership a secret from him, and do not do anything to stop me."

Oh I could see in her eyes how she was expecting the choice she'd gotten used to. No choice with me, and so she just stood there, hand hovering, the fight draining out of her face as the command settled in. Her shoulders dropped. She let out a slow breath and lowered her arm.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Renee?" She hissed, voice low so it wouldn't carry past the alley. Her jaw was tight, but her eyes kept dropping to my mouth. "You can do anything you want with me, you own me, but..."

"But Oliver owns you too, and he wouldn't be happy about me messing with his favorite toy," I finished for her, pushing off the wall and stepping close enough to smell the fryer oil in her hair. "It's unpleasant, isn't it? How the magic gets agitated when you can't please two owners at the same time. Except Oliver can't do shit. Don't worry, I'll make sure it doesn't sting. There's only one life I'm trying to ruin here."

Claudia's eyes flicked up to meet mine. "Ruin whose life?" she whispered.

I ignored her. "Be truthful with me, pet. What's the best way for me to have a chat with his colleagues at his little studio without running into him? There's a girl working for him, right? What's her name?"

It was obvious Claudia was wishing she could stay quiet, but the words were already climbing her throat. "Blair," she said, miserable. "She's his 3D artist. Oliver told me she often takes her lunch break at the café across from the studio, always around one. Alone, usually."

I checked the time on my phone. "Well, that's convenient, then."

"Renee, please... Why are you doing this?"

"It's above your pay grade for now. I wouldn't want you to worry about it," I said, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Actually, not worrying about it would make things easier. I wouldn't want him to be suspicious of your behavior. So..."

I felt her breath hitch as I leaned in, my thumb tracing her jaw. "Renee, don't..." she pleaded.

"From now on, be perfectly fine with whatever I'm up to, and don't worry about it. Alright?"

I watched the tension melt out of her face, her brow smoothing, her lips parting in a soft, dazed smile. "Alright," Claudia said, almost cheerful. "Sure. I'm sure whatever you're up to is fine." She giggled. "Oh that feels better!"

"I bet it does," I said, patting her cheek. "What does Blair look like?"

Claudia answered without a pause, still smiling that dazed little smile. "Short, dark bob, usually in black. Septum piercing, a couple of tattoos on her forearms. She looks permanently unimpressed, so you can't miss her."

"Perfect," I said, stepping back and smoothing the front of her blouse. "Now you said something about us fucking?"

My little pet shrugged. "Well, as I said, I'm on shift, so it has to be quick." She glanced at the back door.

"Oh don't you worry, I've got a new friend to make in a bit, so I'm in a hurry too."

"How do you want me?"

I looked her over, the apron, the flushed cheeks, the dumpster behind her. "Well since we're both in a hurry, let's keep things simple," I said. "On your knees. Put your mouth to work, pet."

Claudia dropped to her knees on the grimy asphalt without a flicker of hesitation, her hands already finding the button of my jeans. She looked up at me, cheeks pink, and smiled like this was part of our usual routine. I guess now that she wasn't concerned about my intentions, it basically was. Two naughty girlfriends sneaking a quickie behind a restaurant.

"God, this takes me back," Claudia murmured, tugging my jeans down my thighs. She said it the way you'd mention a favorite old song coming on the radio. "Remember the gallery opening? When you dragged me into that supply closet and I had to hold a mop handle so I wouldn't make noise?"

"I remember you made noise anyway."

"Because you wouldn't let me use my hands." She grinned up at me, the apron strings swaying against her knees, and pressed a kiss to the inside of my thigh. "Or the cabin. When you had me on the kitchen floor and Oliver was just sitting there with his coffee, watching like it was the morning news."

"You were very distracting that morning."

"I was very obedient that morning."

She hooked her fingers into my underwear and pulled it down, and the cool air hit me a second before her mouth did. I let my head fall back against the brick. She started slow, the way she always did, a long flat stroke of her tongue that made my knees want to quit on me. Familiar. She knew exactly how I liked it, and after the days I'd had, that felt almost like luxury.

I threaded my fingers into her messy bun and held on. "Should I tell you what I'm up to, pet?"

She hummed against me, which was answer enough, but I wanted to see it. "I'm going to have a little talk with Blair. Learn how best to ruin Oliver's game. Then I'll take some time with you to see how I could turn you against him."

I felt her smile. She pulled back just far enough to talk, her lips shining, her eyes soft and unbothered.

"Mm. Sounds like you've got a busy day ahead of you." She licked a slow circle around my clit, and my hips twitched. "Do you want me to use my fingers or just my mouth?"

That was it. That was the whole reaction. I should have felt something. A pinch, a twinge, anything. But the command I'd given myself in the rental car was working beautifully. I just found it funny.

"Fingers," I said. "Two."

"Two. Got it."

She slid them into me with the unhurried confidence of someone who'd done it a hundred times, and curled them right where she knew to. Her mouth went back to work, steady and patient, and the wet sounds echoed faintly off the dumpster and the alley walls. Somewhere inside, a dish clattered. Someone shouted an order. Nobody came out.

"You're so good at this," I said, my voice already going rough. "Who taught you?"

She pulled off for half a breath. "You did, Mistress."

"Good girl."

The little shiver that ran through her was the best part. She doubled her effort, her tongue flicking fast now, her fingers pumping in time, and the heat gathered low in my belly and started to climb. I tightened my grip on her hair and rolled my hips against her face, not gently, using her the way I'd used her a dozen times before. She moaned into me, completely happy, completely mine, and the vibration did the rest.

I came with my teeth clenched, one hand slapped flat against the wall, my thighs trembling around her shoulders. She kept licking through every wave until I tugged her hair to stop her. Then she sat back on her heels, flushed, chin wet, looking enormously pleased with herself.

"Was that quick enough?" she asked.

"Perfect."

She stood, brushed the grit off her knees, and wiped her mouth with the back of her wrist. Then she smoothed her apron, checked her bun in the dark window of the back door, and gave me a bright, ordinary smile, like we'd just finished chatting about the weather.

"Okay, I really have to get back in there. Madame Beaumont gets weird if the bread orders aren't done by noon." She paused with her hand on the door. "Have fun with whatever it is you're doing, Renee. Seriously. Text me later?"

"Of course, pet. I'll have a lot more for you to do in the coming days."

"Alright!" She chirped before slipping inside, humming. I pulled my jeans back up, buttoned them, and checked my phone. Eleven twenty. Right on schedule.

Blair wasn't alone. The café across from the studio had a corner table by the window, and she was sitting there with a tall androgynous person with purple-blue hair.

For a moment I thought about turning around and trying again another day, but the blue dress they were wearing was accompanied by a clear feeling inside me as I stared at them from a distance. They were a toy too.

I smirked as I sat down at their table, uninvited, and slid my sunglasses up into my hair.

Blair seemed about to protest when she took a good look at me. Her mouth snapped shut. Cael's eyes went wide, and the coffee cup froze halfway to their lips.

"I thought Oliver was our only owner..." Blair said calmly.

"Funny how that works," I said, leaning back and stealing a sip from her cup. "Oliver's a generous man."

"Right. You must be Renee," Blair said, setting down her fork. "He mentioned you. The hypnotist." She glanced at Cael, then back at me, her unimpressed expression not changing at all. "So what do you want? Just so you know, I don't have any experience with girls."

"I do..." Cael said quickly, then flushed to the roots of their hair and set the cup down with a clatter. "If you want something. Or, you know, a hand. Or whatever..."

"Easy, sweetheart," I said, patting their wrist. "I'm not here for that, though I appreciate the offer. It's funny how everyone seems eager to jump straight to the bedroom with me lately."

Blair snorted. "Can't imagine why, Owner."

I grinned. "That's right, Owner. Thank you for using the appropriate title so readily. A toy's got to know her place."

"Right." Blair picked her fork back up and stabbed a piece of her salad, not even looking rattled. "So we know our place. Now what's this about?"

"Oliver's game," I said. "I want to hear everything."

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