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*** Karis' POV***

Vance takes my safe word as the lifeboat it is meant to be. Instantly, we are excusing ourselves from the presence of his family. Honestly, this had been far worse than I expected. I wanted so badly to fit in, for his brother and sister to like me.

Seeing the type of people that Vance is subjected to share DNA with, I suddenly do not care if they like me at all. It would not be a particularly flattering ego boost to have these characters co-sign my worth.

I do not believe that I have ever been subjected to such judgmental beings in all of my existence. The predatory way that Vance's siblings waited to attack was very foreign to me. Having seen it first hand, I cannot deny that those type of people are a part of reality. I just feel as though the world would be better off without that level of malice being cultivated.

The entire drive home is filled with silence. Vance does not bother to communicate. Honestly, if the waves of dissatisfaction rolling off of him are any indication of his current mood, I believe silence is Golden. I stroke his hand, that sits on the shifter, comfortingly.

When we pull up to the club, I am not surprised. I had no false pretenses of going straight home. Vance is probably not hungry. I know that my appetite is completely spoiled. A liquid diet seems more suitable to cap off the intense night that ended before it even began.

"Please go find something to occupy yourself with. I need a few moments." Vance's dismissal does admittedly hurt. I understand. I simply excuse myself from the car as I release his hand from my touch.

Walking slowly towards the entrance, I see Finn walk passed me. He smiles solemnly at me. I try, with great effort, to return the greeting. I find it hard to find anything worth smiling over.

Now I must wonder if it is just Vance's family that is on his mind. Did I do anything to upset him? Was using my safe word the proper technique? Did I embarrass him by calling him Daddy in front of his siblings? In the end, it won't matter. The damage has been done. The only course left is watching the chips fall as they will.

I walk idly around the club letting my eyes focus on nothing of value. As an over thinker, my mind repeats every moment of the encounter with Vance's family back through my head. I can't imagine how I could have handled it better or worse. There doesn't seem to be a right or wrong way to have approached the situation.

Truthfully, I wanted to lose it back there. I wanted to blow up. My lips were ready to deliver a mind blowing assault of verbal lashes. I wanted them to feel my anger as it poured from the bottom of my heart. They need to know how their actions effected their brother. Vance deserves better. I want better for him.

Stopping at the seat where Vance and Finn usually occupy, I turn towards the stage. A small smile places itself upon my lips as my mind conjures up images of his four family members being punished. It's not as if I am looking at it as a sexual act. However, I won't deny the fact that public humiliation seems like a punishment fit for tonight's crime.

"He's mad at himself. I know what you're thinking. You're wrong. You did nothing wrong, Karis. He is berating himself for forcing you into a situation that you felt it necessary to tap out of. He feels as if he has disappointed you for not accessing the situation with the possibility that this very occurrence would take place." I turn towards Rex as I am met with a very soft but adamant stare. I nod my head in acceptance. Knowing Vance, that seems like the most likely explanation.

"I'm not angry with him. His family, I could spend hours giving choice words to. I wanted so badly to take charge. It didn't feel like the right thing to do. I can't stand that I was there while they humiliated him." I expose the issues I already have with Vance's family. They disgust me.

"I see you are studiously ignoring the distasteful way they treated you. They had no right to make those assumptions about you. That was neither their place nor in their authority to make you feel unwelcome." Rex wraps his hand around mine as he pulls me over to the couch. I don't feel right sitting in our master's seats.

"They won't mind. It's only when there are patrons that we do not dare to sit on their perches." Rex comically rolls his eyes. I know if Finn were here, Rex would be bent over Finn's knee getting a spanking. I also know that Rex loves those punishments. I giggle too. It's fucking funny. I needed to laugh.

"I just don't think that false allegations are worth troubling my mind with." I shrug my shoulders. "It's not as if it doesn't hurt. I feel as though in the grand scheme of things my feelings are a non-entity."

"Do not EVER speak such things of yourself again. Karis, I will tie you to a cross so fast, your ass will be blushed before your head can comprehend it." Vance's booming voice makes a shrill scream leave my shocked lips. I thought we were alone.

I jump up abruptly to face my Master. The crimson blush of his skin accentuates the dark opaque of his eyes. If I told you that he did not frighten me in this moment, I would be fucking lying. My knees tremble dramatically as Vance approaches me.

Vance grabs my hips, pulling me towards him. Our foreheads collide gently before my body relaxes. I wrap my arms over his shoulders, pulling him closer. I need to feel safe.

"I'm sorry." I push my lips towards Vance's, letting my fingers thread through the longer strands of his hair.

Vance presses his lips against mine. The swift takeover of his tongue inside of my mouth sends a blistering wave of lust through me. My center immediately aches for a long session of make-up sex. I don't think we are fighting. Yet, reassurance is all that I desire in this moment.

"You are so incredible. You are beauty. You are grace." Vance dips his head lower until his soft lips claim the skin on my neck. My legs lift in order to encourage him to pick me up. He does not. Vance spends long moments just worshipping my flesh with his tongue and lips. When he sinks his teeth down into the back of my neck, a long moan turns quickly into a cry for reprieve. "Daddy."

"Fuck." Vance huskily whispers against my flesh. I feel the bulge in his pants as he moves his hands to my ass. I jump when he begins to lift me onto his waist.

My hips grind against the top of Vance's thick cock. I can feel my core throbbing, moisture builds behind the continuous thrust of his delicious pole. I want him naked. I want him just like this.

Vance walks towards the couch. He pushes me down until my head moves towards the arm of the seat. His hand guides me until I am fully resting on the furniture. I squeal when my clothes become shredded material in a heap on the floor.

Vance does not immediately push his dick inside of me. Instead, the girth of his fingers presses into my center. A quick thrust has his hand butted against my clit. I buck up to meet his torturous teasing.

"Karis, you are delightful." I choose not to focus on the fact that this turn of events is actually avoiding a real issue that will need to be discussed. I enjoy the moment as Vance begins to draw out a climax as he pumps purposefully into my swelling walls.

"Daddy, I'm going to cum." I breathe out loudly to inform him that I won't be able to hold back at this time. I need to release some of the anger that has built inside of me all night.

"Cum for Daddy, Kitten. Let it out." His approval is all I need. My head falls back as I cry out in pleasure. My insides tighten around the thrusting of his skillful hand. I can feel myself release again and again.

The couch will need to be disinfected.

"Again." I practically beg as my body shakes. I don't know how I can be so aroused when I know that important matters have been pushed aside. All that I do know is that I want him to claim me. Maybe I just want proof that it is not me that has upset him. I find that making Vance mad is not my favorite pastime.

"On your tummy, babygirl." His words are ushered as he is in the process of flipping me. My body relaxes knowing that Vance's huge member will be making its way inside of me. Clamping up will only bring unnecessary pain.

When his cock head presses against my wet entrance, I grip the arm of the sofa tightly. My opening is so much tighter when I am on my knees. I know their will be pain.

"Ow, Daddy." I whimper as my head drops onto the cool leather. The words that leave my mouth aren't quite as alarming as I would have expected. I sneer as my arousal betrays me.

"It will feel better. Just let Daddy inside." Vance pulls my cheeks apart as he continues to burrow inside of me. I clamp down on his cock causing him to land his large hand down on my bottom. The warming sensation causes fluid to drip down my thighs. Vance sinks into me deeper before slapping fire into my left cheek.

"Uh. Yes, Daddy. Ugh." My lips let out sensuous moans over the rough treatment of my body.

I relax over the arm before I am lifted into the air by my neck. Vance has a tender grip on my chin. He pulls my mouth towards his while simultaneously thrusting up into me. The power behind his stroke has me panting into his open mouth.

If he doesn't stop, I wont be able to hold back the explosive orgasm that threatens to release.

"I want to fuck my dirty slut. Will you be a good girl for Daddy?" His nasty words mixed with his voice that is dripping with sex has me nodding profusely into his hand. I confirm that I want to be dirty for him. I want Vance to be rough with me.

"Good girl." Daddy yanks his cock away from my entrance just as he replaces the rhythm of his thrusts with his tongue. I back my center up onto his face. I let my hips roll across his talented mouth.

"Daddy." I bounce into his face while pulling on my hair. Vance's hand yanks mine away. My eyes water when he snatches my head back by the crown of my head. My back arches immensely as I ride Daddy's face.

His wicked tongue delves deep into my walls, circling the wet muscles as my body trembles. I feel the gush of fluids as I orgasm into his mouth. It's not enough to completely satiate me but it's a good starting point to ungluing me.

Vance moves his face causing my hips to fall towards the couch. He fills me once again with his length while pulling my hips back to snap against his groin. My head hits the arm rest as I prepare myself for the onslaught of his amazing assault.

The powerful thrusts into me send my voice screaming into the leather. The muffled sound is praised by Vance. He ushers the words good girl once again making me internally smile for fulfilling his desire to dominate me.

The conversation can wait until later. My mind says that we need to talk about things. My body has a completely different agenda. Considering my body is speaking my current language, I just let Vance take his frustrations out in the best way he knows how. All that matters is that we feel safe in one another's hold.