Mia raised her eyebrows. “I wasn’t aware Tara was your sub, Alex.”
“Well, now you do and you can order your husband to let go of her.”
“Alex, you’re acting like an idiot,” Tara said, looking around her in embarrassment. People had just started to realize something was going on and were staring at them in interest.
He turned that glare on her.
She dropped her gaze. “Sorry, Sir. Issac and I are old friends. He’s been away on business and we haven’t seen each other in a while.”
“And that’s a reason for him to be all over you?”
Tara glanced up at him. He still looked cold.
“Let me go,” she whispered to Issac. He glared at Alex for a long moment.
“I’m not sure I want to,” Issac said stubbornly.
“Please.”
Issac glanced down at her then nodded. He kissed the top of her head. “You’re sure about this?”
“I am.”
“Call me.” He slipped away from her. Mia took his hand and led him away but not before giving Alex a cold look.
“Follow me,” Alex commanded, turning away.
Tara felt like giving him a kick in the backside, but she reined in that impulse. There were people watching, after all. Maybe later…
Suddenly she realized he was half way across the room and she was still standing there. Whoops. She hurried to catch up with him. He stopped in a quiet area of the room that had a sofa and two armchairs. It was meant for aftercare.
He frowned at her. “When I tell you to follow me, I mean immediately.”
“Sorry, Sir.”
He sat in a chair. “Kneel here.” He pointed at the floor.
Tara knelt, keeping her gaze down. They just sat there for a long moment. Finally, she glanced up at him. “Sir?”
Alex glanced down at her. The tightness had disappeared from around his eyes. He held out his hand. She took it and he pulled her up and onto his lap.
“Yes?” he asked.
“Issac is just my friend. There is nothing more between us.”
He blinked. Finally, his shoulders relaxed. “I’m sorry. I reacted without thinking when I saw you in his arms. I apologize for my behavior.”
He sighed and looked over at where an older female sub was tied to the St Andrews cross. Her Dom was flogging her lightly.
“I overreacted. The two of you just looked so happy to see each other.”
“You were jealous?”
He glanced down at her, running his finger down her face. “I suppose I was. I don’t like other men touching my sub.”
She couldn’t help the surge of pleasure at those words. Still, she couldn’t let him think that what had just happened was acceptable.
“I have male friends. Doesn’t mean I’m attracted to them or I’m going to sleep with them. I can’t stop being friends with them just because you don’t like it.”