Make Me, Sir (Doms of Decadence 5)

“He means you just obeyed him without argument,” Tara told her.

“Oh…” Having them both stare at her was making it even harder for her to think properly.

“Broom and pan?” Alex reminded her.

“I’l

l get them.” She jumped to her feet.

“Sit.” Alex pointed a finger for emphasis. “You’re white as a sheet, you’re trembling, and you just hurled a vase at my wife’s head. I’m not going to tell you again.”

She sat. Emotions were a storm battering her to pieces. Fear, horror, confusion. She tried to focus on controlling them. She would not fall apart.

“Broom and pan?” Alex snapped.

“In the hall closet.”

Tara gaped at her. “Okay, what the hell is going on?”

“What?”

“You’re really worrying me.” Tara reached over and grasped her hand. “You’re freezing. Alex is right, you’re very pale. Like you’ve seen a ghost or something.”

“Of course I haven’t seen a ghost. Ghosts aren’t real.”

Although they moved like a ghost. It was almost like they could move through walls. How else had they gotten into her apartment without breaking in or setting off the alarm?

Alex walked back in and started to clean up the glass. She itched to take over, she didn’t like having someone else touch her stuff.

“I can do that.”

“You can sit right there,” he countered.

“Is Alex mad at me?” she whispered to Tara. He seemed mad, but sometimes she misread these things. “I almost hit you with that vase.”

Tara snorted. “You didn’t even come close to hitting me. You were about three feet short and too far to the right.”

“And Alex is right here,” he said dryly. “You can ask me yourself.”

“Are you angry? You sound angry.”

Alex sighed. “I’m not angry. But I don’t want you stepping on a piece of glass.”

She’d taken her shoes off at the door like she always did. She stared down at her stockinged feet with a frown. “There’s a hole in my stocking.”

How long had that been there? “I need to change.” She stood.

“Reagan, sit still.”

Tara grabbed her arm, tugging her down. “Best to obey him. That’s his Dom voice.”

Reagan frowned, but nodded anyway. She didn’t think she had to obey Alex. After all, she wasn’t his submissive, and they weren’t at the club. But he was Tara’s husband, and Tara was her best friend.

Her only friend.

Making friends wasn’t easy for her. So she wasn’t about to ruin the first real friendship she’d ever had. Well, provided throwing a vase at someone wasn’t cause to break off a friendship. She bit her lip, staring at Tara worriedly.

“What is it?” Tara asked. “What’s going on, Reagan?”