Stop 10 What’s up with “The Lie”?
Welcome to the tenth stop in Kallypso Master’s “How it Began” two-day blog tour. Thanks for having me, Island Lovelies Book Club Blog.
You haven’t gotten to see Adam lately. We can’t have my über Dom absent from the tour too long. A tradition in the series is for Marc and Damian to have these “come to Jesus” talks with their retired Master Sergeant, who has become both a father and big-brother figure to younger co-owners of the club. In the Marine Corps, there is a lot of respect for the Master Sergeant. He’s the person who knows how to get things done.
I once had a lieutenant colonel’s wife who was providing some Marine Corps guidance asked if a Master Sergeant would give a Captain an order, as Adam did in the heat of the moment in the Second Battle of Fallujah, as told in Masters at Arms. I asked my Marine Master Sergeant expert and he said (paraphrasing): Of course not. He would just spell out what the unit was going to do—without saying please. He then helped me add some tactics not in the original version of the book, so that it became:
He turned to Captain McGuire, as he put his helmet on and adjusted the strap. “We’re going to pop smoke, sir, until we get them down off that roof.”
Marc sat down in the chair in front of Adam’s desk, dreading the confrontation to come.
“You want to tell me what the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I’ve been letting you stew in your own juices for nearly a year now.” Adam’s words brought him back to the dressing down he was about to receive. “What the fuck is going on? What are you thinking, lying to that woman? You said you cared about her when you rescued her last month. Prove it.”
The man wasn’t one to mince words. Marc met Adam’s gaze. “I do. I swear to God, I don’t know why. In the beginning, she didn’t recognize me and there was no point reminding her of that time.”
“When did you start negotiating scenes with her?”
“The next night. At her house.”
“You should have told her then.”
Marc ran his hand through his hair and looked down at the floor. “She insisted she wasn’t a submissive. I wanted to prove her wrong, but I didn’t want to tell her I had insider information.”
Marc looked up. “Is she what?”
“Submissive, damn it. Keep up with this conversation.”
Marc smiled. “Hell, yes, she is.”
“Well, you can do what you want off-premises, but you’re not going OFP in here.”
The man was channeling his inner master sergeant today, for sure, referring to the familiar Marine expression—OFP, going off on your Own Fucking Program rather than following the rules of the mission or group.
Of course, Adam had gone OFP on a couple of occasions, but those involved saving the men in his unit, including Marc on one occasion. But the BDSM community had established strict protocols, as well as general rules, that Doms and subs, Tops and bottoms, Masters and slaves were to follow. Made it easier to navigate the social waters when new people became part of the local Scene.
“Doms do not lie to submissives in this club. Now, tell me how and when you’re going to tell her who you are.”
“Give me a couple days.”
Marc hated to admit this to his friend and mentor, but met his steady gaze. “I already failed her once.” His voice was husky with unfamiliar emotion. He shifted in his seat. “I need to prove she can trust me to be there for her if she needs me.”
Marc looked away, remembering the night he just hadn’t wanted to be here. “I arrived at the club late that night. By the time you brought me up to speed and I began to make the rounds, she’d already been on that damned cross nearly an hour. If I’d been on time, I would have ended that scene long before she went into deep subspace.”
“You sound like Damián.”
Marc looked at Adam, puzzled.
“Instead of blaming the insurgents for killing Sergeant Miller, he blamed himself. Well, I’ve got news for you both, Doc.” Adam hadn’t called him by his corpsman’s nickname for years. “Shit happens. Sometimes diarrhea happens. There were other DMs on duty that night, too, and I’d been by to check on the couple. The scene went downhill fast. All that matters is that you were there in time. The only person to blame for what happened to Angelina that night is the shithead poser Dom she was with who went beyond her limits.”
Marc wasn’t convinced he could be absolved from guilt. He diverted his gaze to the wall to his left where a huge painting hung that Karla had given Adam, trying to brighten up his dark office—an oil on canvas with a stand of quaking aspens against a deep blue Colorado sky.
Adam captured his wandering mind. “Damián didn’t believe me either. But deep down, you both know I’m right. I may not outrank you now—”
Marc smiled at him. “You’ll always outrank us, always be our master sergeant.”
“Good to hear. Now tell me about this burr you’ve had up your ass for the last year.”
Definitely a straight shooter. When Damián had been on the brink of suicide, Adam had given him a similar shock therapy session to wake him up and turn things around. Damián didn’t laugh a lot back then, but he usually did when he recounted how he found himself recruited to become a Dom in a BDSM club.
So, it looked like it was Marc’s turn. He sure as hell hadn’t been able to sort out the problem in all this time. Maybe Adam could help. The man might not have gone to college, but he sure as hell had a wealth of wisdom about life.
“I was dating a woman last year for a few months.”
Marc looked up. “Yeah. How’d you remember her?”
Adam smiled. “That was a track record for you, Doc. What—four months?”
Marc grinned. “Three. Well, therein lies the problem. She wanted to take it further than I could go.” He grew serious and looked down at the floor. “I freaked, Adam. Not a full-blown panic attack, but close to it.”
“Who was she?”
Puzzled, Marc looked up again at Adam. “Pamela?”
Adam sighed. Marc thought he’d been listening, but had better pay even closer attention.
“No, the one who still has you running.”
Marc didn’t want to talk about that part of his life. His heart pounded until he heard the blood rushing through his ears. “That was a long time ago.”
“Judging by that jackrabbit pulse in your neck, I’d say not long enough for you to talk about her without another near panic attack.” Adam paused then closed in for the kill. “What did she do to you?”
Marc could feel his throat closing. He really didn’t want to talk about this. Getting up, he said, “Look, Luke and I haven’t had much sleep and I’m sure he’d like to head home now.”
“Sit down.” The command was spoken in his normal voice, but was a command nonetheless. When Marc remained standing, he added, “Take that as a direct order from your master sergeant. You’re not leaving this office until you spill it.” Adam leaned back in his chair and propped his feet on the edge of the desk. “I’m not going anywhere. Neither are you.”
Marc tried to swallow, but his throat had gone dry. Adam had been there for him during one of the darkest times of his life. The man had never done anything but love and support him ever since. He didn’t want Adam to think him less of a man for what he’d done.
Adam won’t abandon you. He also wouldn’t share anything outside this room. When Marc sat back down, Adam smiled almost imperceptibly. Bastardo. Marc gritted his teeth, trying to decide what to say. How much did he want to divulge about a time in his life he’d really like to forget?
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