Sean's POV

Owen and I sat watching the punishment scene, entranced. The submissive's face was pure bliss, but then the dom miscalculated a swing and I saw the whip cut deep into her skin. She didn't even react other than moan in pleasure. The man was clearly shaken and ended the scene quickly as another man came to the stage and helped him carry the woman out. "That's going to leave a nasty scar if she doesn't get it fixed properly," I complained to him.

"Can't even take a single night off, can you?" he chuckled. He had no idea how true that statement would be when a few moments later one of the hostesses came running up to me in a panic.

"Doc, I'm so sorry to bother you on a play night, but we have an injured submissive and no house doctor on duty tonight. Could you please take a look," Rose begged me. I could only assume it was the same sub that Owen and I had just watched.

"Yeah, let me grab my bag," I said, making a quick run to the car and then following Rose down a dark hall marked 'private'.

I walked in to see the woman still deep in subspace, unaware of her injury. She lay in the arms of a man I'd seen around the club but didn't know. He was speaking quietly to her. "Shit, that looks bad, I think we should really get her to a hospital."

"No," she said, trying to push away from the man's chest. "My room."

"Okay, Janie, just give us a minute," Justin said. "She's got a cleanroom Doc. I can take her. If you need to do anything doctor-like, you can do it there.

"Fine, but someone needs to sign a waiver. I'll be damned if I get sued because she's stubborn," I complained. "Get her some water or Gatorade and a protein snack. Why did her dom leave her like this?"

"She doesn't have a dom," Rose replied.

"Then who the fuck was the guy on stage? I saw the whole damn scene," I growled.

"Um, she can explain it to you later if she wants. I don't discuss client matters with other clients," Rose said, ending the discussion.

"Fine," I grumbled, "Miss, this might sting. I'm going to give you a local to numb the area I need to stitch up. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," she said faintly, then gritted her teeth as I went to work. I've never seen anyone, not even North, deal with pain the way this woman did. Two of the lacerations were deep enough to require multiple stitches as the skin was ragged. She barely flinched, and only grunted in pain one time. Beyond that, it was like she was getting her nails done as she lay on the plain bed.

"I'm done," I said when I placed the last bandage. "Do you have someone who can stay with you, just in case?"

Shaking her head she answered, "No, I'll just stay here for the night." I'd already come to the conclusion that she was a gold-standard member since she had her own private room. With enough money, clients could purchase their own areas for long or short-term use. Our team had a set of private rooms as well to avoid prying eyes when we wanted to entertain multiples or as a group.

I turned toward the young woman, Rose. "Is there an attendant or host that can keep an eye on her? I worry she may pull the stitches in her sleep since she won't accept pain medication."

"Um, sorry, no, but I can check on her before I leave my shift. Will that be enough?" Rose asked, looking nervous.

I frowned, "That's not going to work." Turning back to the submissive, I asked, "Miss would you object to me staying? I can sleep on the couch. I'd just feel better if I could check the stitches before you leave and give you fresh bandages."

"That's really not necessary, sir," she muttered.

"I insist." Appealing to her submissive nature, I left no room for argument, then stepped forward to remove her mask.

She blocked my movements, "It stays." I raised my eyebrows in question. "My identity is my own outside these walls, sir. Inside here I'm simply Jane Doe, but in real life, I cannot be this, nor can anyone know." Her voice had a sadness to it that made me think of some of the guys in their more vulnerable moments.

"Very well," I grumbled, then took the blankets Rose held out to me and made a quick palette on the couch. I grabbed my phone and texted Owen - Staying to keep an eye on a very stubborn submissive and her injuries. I'll text you in the morning when I head home.

He responded in a matter of seconds - Is everything alright? Should I stay as well?

The man was so stern in public, but a complete softie on the inside. No need, she just doesn't have anyone to keep watch. I'll explain more tomorrow, enjoy the night. Laying my phone aside, I watched as she propped herself on a pillow, keeping the injured side off the bed. Even without seeing all of her face, I could tell she was quite exquisite. She hadn't made a move to hide her body once which made sense considering she'd just done a scene in front of the entire club. Most of us had seen her before. She'd been the topic of many dinner discussions. Her performances were so raw, so uninhibited that they seemed to draw all of us in. However, until tonight I'd never really paid attention to her dom. Watching her try to sleep, I realized that the men in her performances were never the same twice. Come to think of it, I'd also never seen her have sex with any of them, she only allowed them to punish her - a true masochist.

It wasn't until I heard the sound of running water that I realized it was morning and she had woken up. I saw a platter on the table in front of me with an assortment of breakfast foods, juice, tea, and coffee. "I didn't know what you would like, so I ordered a bit of everything and thought we might share, that is, if you don't mind, sir," her voice startled me as I looked up and sucked in a quick breath. She was in a simple strapless dress that hugged every curve of her body and made her breasts look as if they were about to spill out. Her pale blond hair was twisted to the side in a simple rope braid and her face was clean of makeup, only the decorative mask still marred her face. She was gorgeous.

"You don't have to call me sir," I said and motioned for her to sit. "May I call you Jane?"

"It's a habit, sir. When I'm here, I fall back on my submissive habits. You are welcome to call me Jane or Janie if you prefer. What would you have me call you?" she asked as she sipped orange juice.

"Well, I can give you my first name or if you prefer to keep it anonymous, then just call me doc," I said, grabbing a plate and putting several items of food on it. I noticed she watched me carefully and then seemed shocked when I handed her the plate. "A dom should never eat before his submissive, and while I realize I'm not your dom, like you said - habits." I gave her a cheeky grin as she gingerly took the plate from my hand.

"Thank you, sir, um, I mean doc," she said quietly as she began to eat. I was pleased to see that she actually ate and didn't just pick at her food like some women. I did, however, take note of what foods she favored and those she avoided. I laughed to myself as she cleaned out her fruit first, then moved on to the eggs and bacon while avoiding the pancakes. North would be pleased. She sighed when her phone vibrated and glanced at it briefly. "I'm sorry to rush off, doc, but I have an appointment and I'm late. Thank you for your help last night and for staying - I really do appreciate it." She stood and went to gather her coat and bag, then headed toward the door but stopped, "As my way of saying thanks, would you like to join me this evening? We, um, we could talk and maybe have a drink? You're welcome to bring a friend if you like. I just thought..." her voice trailed off as if she were second-guessing herself.

"I'd love to," I said, hoping to reassure her. "What time is good for you?"

Her smile lit up her face. "Eight o'clock, please. And thank you again, doc," she said and hurried out of the room.

I sat back down, smiling to myself as I finished eating. I gathered up my bag, folded the blankets, and headed down the hallway. The man from last night was near the exit when I arrived. "Did she do alright, doc?" he asked as he polished chairs.

"She'll be good as new in a day or two," I said confidently.

"Glad to hear it," he grinned, "Janie's a good girl. She should have known better than to do a scene with Raul. He doesn't have enough experience to handle her." I raised my eyebrows at his comment. "Yeah, she tries to help tutor young doms sometimes. We all have to learn somehow, you know,"

"So wait, is she a submissive or a dominatrix?" I asked, completely confused now.

"Sub all the way, she just has momma tendencies, you know, she wants to help and when a young dom can't seem to find his groove, she's more than willing to be their experiment as long as sex stays off the table." He paused for a moment then snorted, "Been here four years and I don't think I've ever seen her have sex with a single person, hell I've only seen her kiss someone once, and that was years ago. Janie's different, that's for sure."

"Yeah, that she is," I agreed and made my way out of the club. I heard a horn honk as my eyes adjusted to the morning glare and looked up to see Owen's car on the curb. "Stalking me again, husband?" I teased as I opened the door.

He smirked, "It's what I do best, love. Besides, you forgot to call so I simply looked up your location." I leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. He took my hand as he pulled out, "So do you need breakfast before our meeting?"

"Nope, my patient made sure I had a full buffet to choose from this morning," I grinned.

Owen hummed, "Just what kind of buffet are we talking about? Should I be jealous?"

I laughed, "The view was amazing, but the food was average. However, I did get an invite for drinks this evening and she said I could bring a friend. Perhaps you'd like to meet the infamous submissive we've all been talking about since we joined the club?"

"Wait, it was really her? You spent the night with the masked lady? Fuck, now I wish I'd insisted on staying," he grumbled.

"Masked Lady - is that really what you're calling her?" I gasped, holding my stomach as I laughed. "Oh, Owen, you poor thing. Are we meeting the guys at the diner for lunch?" He nodded his head as he parked the car, then came around to open my door. I leaned up and gave him a short kiss, "My perfect gentleman."

His arm snaked around my waist, "If we weren't running late, I'd take you on the hood of this car and show you how perfect I can be," he growled against my neck, then nipped the skin lightly, making me moan as he laughed. He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the elevator with an evil smirk across his face. I swear that man could make me cum just by smiling.

Author's Notes:  A name to the mask in the next chapter.