Bad Boy Dom

by Holly Roberts

  “You’ll do fine. Take tonight slow.”

  My nervousness melted when the door opened into Damian’s office. I could already smell leather and sex. It pulled me in and felt like home.

  Damian crossed the room, and opened another door on the far wall. I followed him out to the floor of Club El Diablo. I might be a dominant, but him, I would follow.

  The club was unexpectedly crowded.

  “Hmm, word got out that you were here. Sorry. Let me know if you have any overzealous fans. It shouldn’t be a problem but I’ll readjust some memberships if it is.”

  “I’ll be fine. It’s nothing I’m not used to.”

  “I know that, but I wanted you to take your time and mesh properly with the right sub.”

  “I don’t want to marry her, Damian.”

  “Yes, but I want you to start developing mental relationships, even if it’s only for one night. Lydia taught me that and my D/s interactions have improved for the better because of it.”

  “I’m surprised she’s not your only sub. I have trouble picturing her sharing.”

  His devil’s grin flashed wide. “You have no idea.”

  I had a comeback but the words stopped in my throat as a woman caught my eye.

  Gorgeous didn’t even begin to express how beautiful she was. Apparently, she worked for the club, because she wore the black bowtie of club employees. But she also wore a one inch leather collar with a small lock at her throat. Damn, she was taken.

  I couldn’t take my eyes from her. Even from here I could see her flawless skin and long legs, just made to wrap around a man’s hips. Her tits were more than perfect and I could already feel them resting in my hands. God, to separate those ass cheeks and sink inside. I would be a lucky man if her dom let her play. If she was mine, I’d have trouble coming out from between her thighs from sunset to sundown.

  Her long, brown hair shifted over her shoulders in waves of soft curls. When she looked up, her eyes were an impossible shade of emerald.

  She met my eyes; longing, and what appeared to be lust, peered back at me. Completely captivated, my balls tightened with delightful pain. She quickly turned away but the one glance was all I needed. I had to have her.

  The lack of teasing in Damian’s voice surprised me.

  “She’s not for you and you don’t even want the Domme baggage that comes with her.”

  Damian had tracked my gaze and he could probably see the intense possessive look I threw her way. His words finally registered and my heart sank. “She’s gay?”

  “For you, she is. Seriously, you don’t want to go there. Her Domme will kick your ass.”

  “What about a short play session? I’ll give her back.”

  “No.”

  I don’t think I’d ever heard Damian put that much force in one word and my eyes snapped to his. I raised my hands, palms out. “Okay, I can live with it but please introduce me to another shapely brunette so I can fantasize about this one.”

  Damian laughed and the tension defused. “That I can do. Let’s check out the stations.”

  Again, I followed him, but my eyes strayed to the woman smiling at a couple and taking their drink order. Her sensuous lips trembled slightly and I suddenly felt very thirsty.

  Chapter Four

  Angela…

  His presence filled the room. It was similar to Damian’s but somehow the smoldering electrical current was just…more. I followed every sexy inch of his body when he crossed the room and stopped about fifteen feet away. TROUBLE! He was the epitome of what I needed to avoid.

  I knew this had to be Krispin Righteous, and I knew righteous trouble awaited me if I got within arms distance. My heartbeat picked up and for a moment I squeezed my eyes closed and counted to ten. Then, I purposely concentrated on my job and refused to look. He was THE bad boy personified and the type who took me to my lowest level. I’d been here before and if I fell into the cavernous pit with him I would never manage to find my way out. Been there, done that, have the t-shirt, and turned it into a rag to wipe my broken heart off the floor again and again. Now the shirt was nothing more than stringy fibers. I turned my thoughts to Mistress and even without her presence, she calmed me. I pulled in a deep breath and without realizing it, looked over.

  Our eyes met. His went dark and my knees went weak. He was every bad boy rolled into one. Fuck.

  I tore my gaze away. “What can I get you to drink?”

  I would finish my shift and then stay far, far away from the club until Mr. Righteous was only a fading memory.

  I took the order to Kevin and refused to look into the giant mirror behind the bar while he made the drinks. I focused on the carousel while it turned. The up and down motion of the horses, unicorns, and brightly painted circus animals soothed my nerves even more.

  With drinks in hand, I turned.

  She was always beautiful, but tonight her red hair was loose and splendid. Her black boots ended just below her knees and black leather hot pants showed off her shapely hips and lengthy legs. Her corset was red leather with black laces holding it together on either side, showing large amounts of porcelain skin. A gloved hand with finger holes reached my shoulder and her soft fingers kneaded my tense muscles.

  “What’s upset you?”

  Her voice was soft, steady, but filled with a promise to beat the living shit out of anyone who dared to cause me, her sub, distress. I loved her even more at that moment. I couldn’t lie.

  “It’s the club’s famous visitor.” I didn’t say more.

  “What did he do?” Now she knew who she needed to beat the shit out of and her eyes scanned the room looking for her target.

  “He did nothing… well,” I hesitated and then blurted, “He entered the room.”

  Her startled blue eyes turned back to me and I lowered my head. Her fingers lifted my chin and I could see her sympathetic smile.

  “He has that effect. He sang a lullaby to Abigail tonight and I was putty in his hands. Not good for me, but devastating for you. I think it would be best if I introduced the two of you and you got the awkwardness over with.”

  My entire body locked up and my head dropped again. “No, Mistress, please. He’s exactly what I don’t need and I prefer to stay away.”

  “He could be here for a while and it’s impossible for you to avoid him forever. He’s a good friend of Damian’s.”

  “I’ll finish this shift and then stay away until he leaves.”

  “Angela, look at me.” Her strict Domme voice was not gentle. “Take the drinks to your customers and then walk back over to me.”

  I obeyed. I knew she wasn’t angry with me, but I sensed her disappointment. I belonged to her and it was her responsibility to see I was safe and comfortable at the club. It’s why she collared me.

  I delivered the drinks and walked back to her side. She was saying a few words to Kevin but the conversation stopped when I reached her.

  Her long fingers came up and unwrapped the bowtie from my throat. She laid it on the bar and then began unbuttoning my shirt and helped me shimmy out of the sleeves. I stood before her in my collar, short skirt, and bra.

  “You will attend me tonight.”

  I didn’t even know I was holding my breath, but I expelled the air from my lungs in a rush. I could feel her calm strength wash over me. I was not alone and Mistress would make sure I was cared for.

  “Step out of your shoes and follow me.”

  I carried the shoes behind the bar and stowed them underneath. Then I followed her, always a proper step behind, as she crossed the room to the carousel. From the corner of my eye, I saw her nod at the operator, and the twirling monstrosity slowly halted. I hadn’t noticed the black cloth wound around her wrist until she unfurled it and placed it over my eyes.

  “You will stay where I place you until I’m ready. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  This was to be my punishment for doubting her care of me. It was exactly what I needed.

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bsp; She guided me up onto the platform, then led me to what I knew was my favorite pony, the shiny black one with pink bows in his mane and tail; this was where she always put me. She didn’t secure my hands to the pole but pressed my fingers into the cold metal. She leaned into me, and her breath was warm against my ear.

  “You are stronger than you know.”

  I didn’t answer, too intent on holding back tears. She always had faith in me. She knew my deepest darkest secrets and still loved me. I would be strong for her.

  The gentle grind of the gears picked up and the soothing twirl loosened my tight muscles. The ride gave me peace, just like she knew it would.

  Chapter Five

  Kris…

  Keeping my mind off the hot cocktail waitress wasn’t easy. But the club offered some interesting side attractions and I realized how much I needed this kinky world. It called to the primal Dom inside of me, the one I needed to find again. I managed to stay engrossed in the scene being played in the Tower of London torture room. The Dom knew what he was doing and managed to put on a show for his audience. The screams of his willing subject added nicely to the overall effect.

  From the corner of my eye, I caught a flash of red hair and turned toward the woman on whom Damian’s eyes were already focused. It took me a split-second to put two and two together.

  Lydia led a naked male sub on a leash. He wore a shiny metal cock cage secured tightly around his dick, yet his posture was full of obvious pride. How I mistook Lydia for a sub was now beyond comprehension. Hell, I wasn’t even sure if she was a switch for Damian, and my smile reflected the images running through my brain.

  “My bad,” I chuckled.

  “No, she’s my bad.” Damian’s eyes sizzled.

  Lydia was the hottest Domme I’d ever seen, and even my pulse jumped as she paused beside us. Her sensuous eyes rested on her husband for a second and then moved to me.

  “My subs are off limits to you,” she said. “Nothing personal, but each and every one of them is special to me. You have plenty to choose from without playing games with mine. Will that be a problem?”

  Suddenly, I realized I did have a problem. The brunette at the bar belonged to Lydia; somehow I was in hot water and hadn’t even approached the delectable sub yet.

  “Is there room for negotiation?”

  “No.”

  “Then there might be a problem.”

  “You are my husband’s guest, my daughter’s favorite new toy, and have a voice to die for. It would be such a shame to dismember your lovely body even if I did leave your vocal cords intact. I believe they’re your best quality. Your move.”

  “Your subs are looking less appealing by the minute.” I couldn’t help myself and let my eyes travel down her body. She brought the tip of her riding crop to my chin, and pushed. I stared into her eyes and made my voice more prominent. “All but one.”

  Damian’s hand landed not so subtly on my shoulder. “This isn’t someplace you want to go.”

  Lydia looked at me with something like sad understanding, but there was no give in her words. “She’s not for you.”

  “Damn.” That one word held finality even if I didn’t think I meant it. “Maybe the club isn’t where I need to be right now.”

  “No, I think having limits is exactly where you need to be.” Damian’s heavy hand left my shoulder.

  Lydia gave a slight tug on the leash holding her sub and his dreamy eyes looked into hers. His arms bulged without flexing. He wasn’t what most would call good-looking but his heavy muscles made it obvious he worked hard to achieve a bodybuilder’s physique. I wondered if Lydia ever had her subs play together and I couldn’t help the anger that tightened throughout my body. Not that going up against Hercules was a good idea, but the thought of him playing with the hot waitress made me feel… well, strange was the only word that came to mind.

  “About the brunette I requested, Damian,” I began.

  “Yes?”

  “Make it a blonde. I don’t need the temptation and red hair has definitely lost its appeal for a while.”

  We all laughed.

  “I think Nicole is here tonight and she’ll happily give you proper submissive respect. She has an interesting career and it would be in your best interest to ask about it.” Lydia’s eyes twinkled and I was glad to be back on her good side.

  I only hoped it would last.

  Chapter Six

  Angela…

  The rules of Club El Diablo stated that while on the carousel, a sub was approachable only by their own master or mistress. I was safe and didn’t mind the time Mistress worked with her other subs. Being one of her favorites was enough for me to never feel jealousy when her time was spent giving others the gift she gave me; peace, love and respect. We were treasured.

  The slow spin stopped several times but not for me. I didn’t feel HIS presence and I hoped he had left the club.

  When Mistress finally collected me, I was ready. She removed the blindfold and helped me down. When my feet hit the solid floor, she steadied me until my equilibrium returned.

  “Thank you, Mistress.” I looked down at my feet.

  “You will follow me and we will have a scene in one of the private rooms.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  Her warm breath traveled over my neck and her soft lips kissed my cheek.

  We walked to the bar where she requested her bag. My pussy tingled. I loved her toy bag; it held so many wonderful possibilities.

  Suddenly, I felt his eyes. Their heat attracted me to his flame, and I could not help but look over.

  He stood utterly still. Nicole kneeled at his feet, but every fiber of his being seemed concentrated on me as he blatantly stared without shame or apology. Just the way he looked at me nearly sent me to my knees.

  But Nicole was in the place I longed to be, and she would be the one to take care of his needs tonight. Why did the thought piss me off so? She was a friend of mine, and he was nothing to me but trouble.

  Mistress took my hand and gave me a not so gentle tug.

  “My idea was for you to be worn out so you could sleep tonight,” she said. “But I don’t mind adding a punishment into our session. I’ve warned him away from you and I won’t be happy if you tempt him to disregard my warning.

  “I’m sorry, Mistress.”

  She didn’t release my hand as we walked into a private room. I tried to focus on the coming scene but I wondered if I needed a punishment to help me concentrate.

  The room was spacious with little in the way of furniture. It was Mistress’s favorite room for whip play and my thighs tightened involuntarily at the thought of her toy bag.

  “Come and stand here.”

  I walked over and took the spot directly under a ring hanging from the ceiling. Mistress placed her bag behind me and took leather cuffs out, securing them to my wrists. She then unsnapped my bra and removed it from my body.

  “Lift your arms.”

  I heard the clips on the ceiling ring fasten to the metal rings on my wrists. She walked to the wall and hit a switch hoisting the ceiling ring higher into the air.

  “Spread your legs slightly and keep your feet flat.”

  My arms extended straight up, feeling only a small amount of pressure. If I went to my tiptoes or pulled my legs in, there would be no pull on my shoulders at all.

  She walked behind me and the skim of her hands pulled my panties over my ass and legs.

  “Step out.” My pussy convulsed with anticipation.

  She ruffled through her bag and then I heard the sound of lube being applied to one of her toys. Wetness moistened my pussy and without conscious thought, my mind traveled to the last smoldering look Mr. Righteous sent my way.

  “Relax your thigh muscles for me, little bird.”

  I did as requested and felt the lubed tip of the toy touch my lower lips, but my thoughts kept circling back to Mr. Righteous.

  A solid slap on my ass startled me as Mistress pushed the toy completely in
.

  “I don’t think you’re entirely with me this evening.”

  “I’m sorry, Mistress.”

  “Once more and you will be very sorry.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  Her hand touched the side of my neck and traveled to my breast. Her palm opened and two nipple clamps jingled together.

  “I’m giving you more sensory stimuli than usual but I’ll remove it if needed. Take a deep breath and let it out.”

  She attached the first clamp tighter than normal.

  “Breathe for me.”

  I obeyed, and the second one bit into my other nipple. Now my focus was completely on pleasing her.

  She walked away and turned down the lighting. I heard the sound of the stereo CD player open and then shut. Hard, pulsing music filled the room. Mistress liked her music angry and filled with profanity. This play session would be rough.

  “I’ll be using the single tail.”

  My body tightened in anticipation.

  “Not for pain. I don’t want you to feel the bite but I do want you to feel. Hold nothing back; scream if you need to and let me know what you want.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  The first pop sounded to the side of me and the toy between my legs began to moderately vibrate. My pussy involuntarily tightened around the invading force and I moaned.

  “That’s exactly what I want. Where do you want the whip?”

  I didn’t need to think about my answer. “My breasts, Mistress.”

  A few seconds later, the leather wrapped around my back and snaked across both breasts. I inhaled sharply at the sting. The pulsing of the vibrator increased and my body bowed.

  “I need to come! Oh God! Please, Mistress!”

  Her husky laugh didn’t help. “That’s exactly what I want pet. Over and over, but each time I want you to let me know. Now, where do you want the whip?”

  “The same, Mistress, please.”

  The leather slackened and slithered across my nipples causing the clamps to momentarily pull. When the whip landed in the same place, I cried out loudly, “Oh Mistress, thank you!”