I pushed my way into the Gentlemen’s Club. I stood in the shadows of the bar area. Katarina was in my direct vision, but my legs wouldn’t move. The surge of emotion that continued to roll through me—anger, relief, desperate obsession, and vulnerability—wouldn’t stop. What would happen if she did leave? I couldn’t hide how I felt for her, or how she affected me. I didn’t want to. She was mine, and she held my heart. Mike, the bartender, approached me.
“She won’t even look at me. I have offered drinks, but she just ignores everyone.” He was staring in her direction as he spoke.
“Thanks, Mike. Would you mind trying one more time? This time, walk over there, open a bottled water right in front of her, and leave it. She’ll drink it. I promise.” He nodded and went back to the bar, snatched a bottled water from the fridge behind him, and continued walking all the way to her spot at the end of the bar. He did as I asked and opened it, and then set it directly in front of her. He didn’t stop. He just dropped it off and kept moving. She swiped up the bottle and drank it down immediately. I smiled and my whole body relaxed. Her eyes glanced around the room, but her body’s posture never changed. She remained indifferent to the sights. I thought once she saw this side of me, the perverted side, that she would be disgusted, but she held no emotion for it at all. Alex approached me from the side.
“So that’s her, huh?” I shot him a look of gratitude.
“Thanks, man. I appreciate everything.”
“No problem. I think now we need to play a little.” He eyed my princess and his lips curved up, making my heart drop.
"Fuck no!” I refrained from punching him for suggesting such a thing.
“All right, calm the fuck down. I won’t touch her, but how about giving her a slight temptation.” I looked at him, and silent laughter filled my lips.
“She’s tough, Alex. She won’t even indulge you.” His eyes left her and found mine.
“A challenge, then. I get a kiss if I win. Not from you, from her. If she’s willing, of course.” He loosened and removed his bowtie, and unbuttoned the top few buttons of his dress shirt. He stuffed his tie in his jacket pocket. I wanted to kick the shit out of him just for having an unlimited amount of sexual confidence. My eyes darted to the beauty at the end of the bar. I held so much faith in her.
“All right, but just because you saved my ass. After she blows you off, we’re even.” I gritted my teeth at my choice of words, taming my temper. He gave me his arrogant, overconfident smile, and I knew he was seconds away from eating a piece of humble pie.
He stuck his hand out to shake on it, but I stepped back and crossed my clenched fists over my chest. I had a strong urge to beat the smirk off his face. I tried reminding myself he was my best friend, and Katarina was the toughest of all cookies.
He disappeared down the bar and nabbed a seat right next to her. Trevin appeared out of nowhere, and Alex nodded to the end of the bar where I held up my hand, letting Trevin know Alex was okay to approach her. The bartender set a drink in front of Alex. Alex turned all his attention towards Katarina, but she denied him even the courtesy of acknowledging him. He touched her, and just from watching her reaction, you’d think his hand was made of fire. She yanked away and gave him a cold bitch stare. I felt a triumphant smile graze my lips. She held up her other hand, still attached with the handcuffs, and in demonstration of the tight fit, she jerked it twice. His charming smile deepened, and he took her sassy mouth as a challenge. I watched him begin to seduce her, and she completely hated it. He was trying too hard, going in for the kill, but she wasn’t that kind of girl. She wasn’t dazzled by good looks or fake charm. I observed her body language, and could tell the precise moment he lost her. She narrowed her blue eyes and looked away, frustration oozing from her rigid movements. He leaned into her, whispering something in her ear, and there was rage in her eyes as she shoved him away. He laughed, saying a few more things before looking in my direction.
Katarina’s eyes followed his as I emerged from the shadows. She was like a puppy seeing its master after a long day. Her enthusiasm showed in her beaming eyes, and her body shook with anticipation of my touch. I rounded the bar with my own victory smile gracing my wet lips.
“She’s a tough one. You’ll have to tell me how you landed that one. I owe you a beer. I thought I could seduce anyone. There’s a first time for everything, right?” I stuck my hand out to Alex, the big fat loser. Then I moved quickly to uncuff Katarina as she processed my handshake.
“Jason, you know him?” The light bulb went on in her head and she continued, “Risky game, Riggs.” I laughed; I had to. My heart was filled with…joy. She was mine; her body and mind knew it already. Katarina needed a reward, a reminder of how good we were together.
I lifted her body, and she immediately wrapped her legs around me, squeezing. Her arms snuggled tightly around my neck. She wasn’t going anywhere if she could help it, and that was fine by me. I pressed my urgent mouth to hers and devoured it. Her lips eased open and I was instantly connected to her in the most comforting way, but it was her comforting me. She let me breathe from her mouth, my princess. She let me dominate her in this way without protest, without question. I eased away slowly, letting her catch a break after minutes of kissing. I knew she needed to breathe. It was in that moment she grabbed me and drew her own comfort from me. It was paradise. I rested my forehead to hers, wanting to remember this moment forever, and I said a quick thank you to God, the universe, and any helping angel. She let go of her snug hold around my neck and slid her hand over my dress shirt, stopping at my heart. My eyes locked with hers, and it was like she already knew that she possessed it. I felt my heart speeding up, trying to communicate a message directly to her fingertips. She slipped her delicate hand under my shirt, and the direct contact to my skin made my heart thunder. Her eyes filled instantly with kind, tender love. I couldn’t stand it any longer. I moved her hand away and carried her to a table far away from the bar, our own private place where no one would interrupt us.
“Did she hurt you?” I had to know. Bettina was a vengeful bitch, and her freedom would change immediately if I found out Katarina was harmed.
“No. She drugged me, but didn’t hurt me.” She was such a badass. She just rested in my arms, so strong, so confident. She didn’t overdramatize, and didn’t try to feed into my fury. I loved that. She attempted to wiggle out of my arms, but it was too soon. I just got her back, and I needed to hold what was mine for a little while longer.
“Please, don’t move. I need this right now.” I waited until the seriousness of what I was saying was understood, and then continued, “I need everyone here to know you belong with me. You have no idea how bad I want to take you over to that table and fuck you. I want to fuck you in front of everyone. Do you hear me? I want the world to see me mark you.” I squeezed her tighter, trying to mold my body into hers, and buried my nose in the spot between her neck and shoulder to inhale the delicious scent of her skin. It instantly relaxed me.
“All right, so let’s go. You can put me on any table and have sex with me. Jason, you don’t scare me.” She had no idea who I was, or what I was capable of. An evil laugh slipped from my lips and I shook my head, trying again to find the calm, the serenity, in this fucked up place.
“You have no idea what you’re saying, rabbit. This is not sex. I want to fuck you raw in front of everyone. You would feel me in you for days. My mark would not go away. You would be walking in the grocery store and still feel me between your legs. Not a tingle, an ache. I won’t do that to you. You’re different.” Katarina’s body stiffened, and she tried to pull away. It was like she was suddenly offended, and I questioned why she wouldn’t just let me protect her. Why did she try so hard to prove how brave she was?
“Are you scared you might break me?” Always, I wanted to say. I was always scared that I’d break her, or that she’d crush me. She burrowed closer into me, almost as if she could read my insecure thoughts.
“Katarina, you and I are already broken. F
ucking you in front of everyone is not going to fix the broken parts. I am all for pushing your limits, but not here, not like this. Besides, I know you will run afterwards, and I really don’t want you to do that.” I meant it, all of it.
“Would she see us?” It was clear to me that it was Bettina she was referring to.
“I think she is waiting for it. I think they all are. They want to see me react. They took what is most precious to me, and they are all waiting for me to go animalistic crazy on them.” She was quiet after that, and I wished silently that I could read that busy mind of hers. It grew so quiet between us, and her breathing evened out. I knew she must have fallen asleep. What a powerful feeling it was having her trust me so much. She was completely relaxed in my arms.
Alex sat down next to me and talked in a muffled tone meant only for my ears.
“She looks really familiar. What’s her full name?” I thought about lying, or diverting the conversion, but Alex was way too smart to fall for that.
“Her name is Katarina Covington.” I bent down and smelled her clean hair.
“I knew she looked familiar. Do you know who her father is? Do you remember that party in LA? The crazy orgy party…I think it was Halloween.” He was suddenly full of life, like a kid on Christmas morning.
“No and no.” I hated that he knew her.
“Her father has been a member of the Gentlemen’s Club forever. I was at the club in LA one time with him and his wife. She’s a real beauty. She has identical eyes to Katarina. He’s private with her, but that night, he joined in on a couple scenes. His motions are quick, rough, and precise. He says that girls are made weaker nowadays, and needed to learn to take more pain. His words were, ‘Life is full of pain.’ He’s a real prick. His wife talked with me briefly while I was at the bar. He was busy, but the moment he found her talking with me, she was punished. He blindfolded her for the rest of the night. He tied her hands together too, and for the whole night, every time I went near her, he spanked her. I don’t know… the whole thing was really intense. Jason, it’s not the same spankings we give…it was pure anger.” Alex shook his head and took a long swig of his beer. “Her brother, Luke Covington, he’s the same kind of intense prick. He threw this huge orgy and invited all kinds of models. It was a little over the top, no control; everyone was on something, more like an out of control frat party. I made efforts to talk with him, but he snubbed me.” He grabbed his bottle again, glanced at Katarina curled up in my arms, and then tossed back the rest of the beer. He clanked his empty bottle on the table when he finished and I eyed Katarina but she didn’t budge.
I was speechless at his words. He could’ve had the wrong fucked up family. She came from money, but her brother’s name was Brian, not Luke.
“I don’t want anyone to know where she is. Alex, she’s running from something, or someone, and I don’t want anyone to find her. Please, don’t talk to her about it either.” My voice grew a little louder than the whisper we were using, and she began to stir in my arms. I shot Alex a pleading look and then closed my eyes, focusing on the precious creature in my lap and the song coming from the hidden speakers in the walls. I started singing to her, directly into her hair. She relaxed immediately, and I followed suit. Alex had disappeared when I opened my eyes, but a fresh beer sat in front of me, next to a bottle of water.
I thought about Alex’s description of her father. The thing was, domination was a tricky fetish. The years of being around dominating men and women allowed me to study them, and it made me view them more like different breeds of the same animal. They all had the same general need, but how or when they went about it was completely different. Some Doms only practiced at the club, some all the time, and some weren’t really Dom’s at all. They liked harsher sex, and they wanted to pretend just during the sexual act. Alex was that kind. He never hurt women, but group sex, and the nasty, pin-me-down fuck was his style. That was why he never went for Bettina. He just wasn’t into the punishment part.
There could have been many reasons her father did what he did that night to his wife. She was playing, toying with him by talking with Alex in a club designed for domination. If she was smart, like most subs were, that was it. It could have also been Katarina’s father teaching Alex not to talk to someone who was not given permission to speak. He said he only spanked her when Alex got close, which told me it was for Alex, and not for his blindfolded wife. So the rougher and crazier the strike seemed to be, the more he controlled Alex, taught him to stay away, and apparently, he was successful. Katarina’s father was the best kind of Dom, always aware of his surroundings and in complete possession of what was his. What Alex didn’t know was that Katarina’s mother loved him like that. She loved his hands on her, and any way she could get his attention, she did. I studied the dynamics for years, and the punishments differed, but the results were always the same. As for Luke, Katarina’s brother, well he must like to have sex with beautiful naked women. How could you hate him for that?
Trevin and Alex walked back over to chat before we said goodbye. The conversation focused on the new drama in the club, which I found slightly entertaining, mainly because it didn’t include me. Trevin briefed me on Red, telling me he hasn’t been coming in like he used to. He also told me Red and Brad were thinking about opening another club down south, in San Diego maybe. Katarina stirred, but I wasn’t ready to release my hold on her yet. She was more insistent with her movements, so I eased her onto the seat next to me. She grabbed my hand without hesitation, making me gaze in her direction. Her eyes were slightly puffy and she blinked continuously, trying to bring the two men at the table into focus. Katarina wasn’t clingy at all, but in this place she was attached to me, urgent for my contact. I liked it, but it was important to me that she was never nervous when I could do something about it.
“These are my friends, Alex and Trevin. This is Katarina.” She did a cute little wave when I introduced her, denying Trevin a simple handshake. Her eyes slowly traced his face, and then she broke into a fit of giggles. My heart started to beat fast at the sound, and an instant smile graced my usually hard face.
“Something funny?” Her shaky finger pointed at his face and I looked closely. Pride filled me from head to toe. My princess fought hard. He appeared to have several large scratch marks, and a nice-sized, shiny fat lip.
“She’s laughing at my face. Not cool.” Trevin stuck his lip out. WTF? Was he pouting? I leaned in to see how much damage my rabbit had caused.
“You did that?” I focused all my attention on her. I put my most passive face on, but she couldn’t hide her self-delight.
“Yep.”
I burst out laughing. She was funny about the whole thing. Her head bobbed and her eyes were full of life. All of it made me laugh. Hard.
I let Trevin in on the little fact that she was a self-defense expert, but she quickly uncovered that lie, crinkling her tiny nose in the process. She told him that she couldn’t stand being touched or pretending to get attacked. Both men instantly locked eyes with me, concerned. I knew who I was, and so did my friends at the club, but if I could help it, Katarina would never know. I settled back in my seat, not dropping my eyes for theirs. Silence broke across the table, and Katarina’s movement made me catch her dark blues. I calmed immediately, and my grin was meant to relax her. Katarina’s snobby voice was music to my ears.
“Well…it was nice to meet you both.” My smile deepened, her eyes firmly attached to mine. She was horny, and her appetite was directed at me. She turned quickly towards them and nodded her head firmly, like she’d done it a million times, indicating it was time for them to leave.
“See how she does that, dismisses us?” Alex’s voice was full of disbelief and resentment, but Katarina was immune to it, or simply couldn’t care less.
“I know there are some lucky ladies out there with your names on them.” She did a flick of her wrist. In any other place, it would cause people to leave out of embarrassment, but here, her actions were considered
disrespectful. If it had been me on the other side of that little flick, she might have been escorted out by her hair. The men glared at me when they left the table, their anger palpable, but I didn’t invite her here. She didn’t know the rules, so any discipline I enforced would only harm her trust in me and not reinforce good behavior.
“Subtle.” I laughed again. This was who she was and how she dealt with people.
Katarina snuggled closer, telling me how much she liked it when we were alone. I felt the same. The world was perfect in her bubble. I relished my time surrounded by her safe walls. She asked about the club and I was truthful. This whole place was addictive. I was a king, could have any lady I wanted, any way I wanted. I continued, letting her know the darkness was why I left. I was thankful to my dad for encouraging me to be a veterinarian, or I might have ended up stuck here in the abyss of darkness. She caught me off guard when she asked me if that was why I still had my membership. I had forgotten Bettina’s big mouth, and I didn’t answer her question, but I knew there were probably more questions to follow. Instead, I focused on the reason I became a Dom in the first place.
“When I was younger, there was this girl. I was in a terrible place and she gave me advice. It was simple, and I followed it. She told me to pretend.” My eyes penetrated hers, willing her to remember that she was that young girl. “I was young, and I thought that my life and the people around me were invincible. The truth is, you have no control over the end of your life. The control happens during, so I…” I couldn’t tone down my intense and desperate voice. She was growing uncomfortable, shifting her eyes and smoothing her very short, tight dress. I finished, “…pretended to have total control over life, not focusing on the end part. It worked until about a few years ago, and I was a pretty solid asshole by then. The pretending was easy, and controlling others came naturally, but the constant need to pretend this was who I was started slipping.” I observed the scared rabbit emerge, and a pain in my chest followed. She started organizing the items on the table. I knew she was listening, but her frightened, delicate hands busied themselves. When her hands had completed the job of making the table perfect, I grabbed them gently, calming her whole body. Her breathing increased, but not out of pleasure. It was pure fear. My hands on hers were light, and I began tracing small circles with my thumb to calm her. It was interesting; stern, intimidating looks didn’t frighten her, and loud voices and rough movements did nothing, but the thought of remembering the past and an intense look of understanding had her unhinged, panicked.
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