Six months of marriage to Dmitri had flown by in a blink of an
eye. Presley liked being Dmitri’s submissive, but she adored being his wife. Surrounded by the soft lighting in Club Sin, she rubbed her rounded stomach and smiled to herself. In four months, she’d meet their daughter, Hannah. And she knew Dmitri was as excited as she was to hold their baby girl.
Even though happiness swirled within, she wondered if some of that was due to the afterglow from her flogging scene with Dmitri earlier. Just because she was pregnant didn’t mean she still couldn’t play. Only Dmitri seemed gentler than he had been before she was pregnant. He was definitely more careful where he flogged her, keeping the leather tails focused on her bottom alone.
She lifted her head from her growing belly and glanced out in front of her. Cora sat on the couch with Aidan beside her. Cora’s body had bounced back after the birth of her and Aidan’s son, Jackson, only eight weeks ago. Presley hoped her body tightened up as fast as Cora’s had, though she knew Cora had opted for corsets since Jackson’s birth. Next to them, Kenzie—who was due to give birth at any moment now—sat beside Porter. And in front of Presley, Ella and Kyler were lost in love, with eyes only for each other.
Presley couldn’t hold back her smile. Things were good. Really good.
“Now what is that smile for, doll?” Dmitri’s low, rumbly voice caressed down her spine.
She turned, staring into the strength of Dmitri’s eyes. “Things just seem so great, don’t they?”
He scanned the dungeon, glancing over the members either in aftercare or those who were actively playing on the BDSM stations. When he turned to her again and said, “Things are very good,” the softness in his voice warmed her. He leaned across her and ran his hand over her stomach. “How is my girl doing tonight?”
“She’s moving a lot,” Presley admitted.
Her eyelids fluttered as he moved his hand from side to side across her belly, and she sighed again with the slight exhaustion that had settled in of late. She’d thought that the tiredness would go away after the first trimester, but it never seemed to. “I think she likes the music.”
Dmitri winked. “Of course she does. I anticipate her being a mini you.”
“Well, let’s hope so.” Presley laughed. “That means she’ll be much easier to deal with. With your personality…” She hesitated as Dmitri’s brow arched. “Well, we don’t want a toddler running around who thinks she owns the world.”
He chuckled softly. “This is true.”
Warmed by the love in Dmitri’s eyes, she glanced out at the dungeon again, fighting off the heartburn that also never went away. She scanned Club Sin’s members, realizing that even though things had seemed disastrous only months earlier, Club Sin’s new location wasn’t such a bad thing after all. A lot had changed. But it had changed for the better.
Miles stood across the dungeon, talking to a Club Sin submissive. Presley had wondered how Dmitri would feel when submissives went to Miles instead of coming to him. As far as Presley could tell, it didn’t bother him. In fact, Dmitri sat relaxed next to her, simply enjoying his night.
“He’s happy, too.”
Presley slid her glance at Dmitri, finding him more at ease than the last time she looked. “Who’s happy?”
Dmitri gestured at Miles with a jerk of his chin. “I’ve never seen Miles smile as much as I have in the last few months.”
Curious about that, Presley eyed Miles’s smile, thinking the same thing herself. Truth be told, she hadn’t known much about Miles until these past months. Before, he’d only come to Club Sin occasionally, because his business had kept him so busy. Now he put his life into the nightclub and Club Sin, and it appeared to be exactly what Miles needed in his life. She turned to Dmitri and asked, “Does that make it easier for you?”
His head cocked, eyebrows drawn. “Easier how?”
“To give up the club?” she explained gently. “Is it easier to hand over the control to him because of how happy it makes him?”
Dmitri paused, clearly thinking her question over. “Club Sin is in a good place. The dungeon is also in the right hands.”
She understood that, and figured that’s what most of the members thought, too. Perhaps the lack of security at Club Sin had been an issue for a few of the members, because everyone seemed a lot more carefree now. With two checkpoints, a fingerprint scanner, and the nightclub to explain their presence, Club Sin members seemed more comfortable now than they had when the dungeon was in the basement of the house.
Presley looked at Miles again, seeing the smile that Dmitri had seen, so free and honest. “It’s a new start for him, isn’t it?”
“Yes. We’ve all found love and moved on from the task of looking after many submissives. Now we are Club Sin Masters”—he had raised his voice and Presley noticed that all eyes were on them as he spoke—“who still have a responsibility to the members, but each of us has only one submissive that we put all of our focus into.”
“I, for one, wouldn’t change a thing,” said Porter, who wrapped his arm around Kenzie’s shoulders.
Aidan and Kyler nodded.
“Things have changed so much in just two short years,” said Cora. “It’s kinda unbelievable. I mean, I’m still getting used to Sawyer not being here.” Her bright smile shifted to Presley. “And you do realize it’s all because of you.”
“Me?” Presley gasped.
“Of course it is,” Ella said, from her place on the couch. “By coming to Club Sin, you started the chain of events that brought us all together.”