by Aidy Award
Curvy Diversion
Aidy Award
Contents
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1. Another Sub Bites the Dust
2. Saturday Night and I Ain’t Got Nobody
3. Warm Tropical Island, My Ass
4. Hurricane Schmurricane
5. Hot, Sticky, and Wet
6. Sex and Storms
7. Chain of Love
8. The Art of Cuddling with a Splinter in Your Ass
9. The L-word That Shall Not Be Named
10. Sound the Alarm
11. Fight or Flight? I Pick Flight
12. Cliffhanger (Literally)
13. Take My Hand
14. Mile High Club
A Note from the Author
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Copyright © 2016 by Aidy Award.
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Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.
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He wants to be much more than friends with his curvy crush…
Grant:
I am done with the friend zone.
Danica’s sexy AF curves have had me hard for her since college. She thinks this trip to sunny Costa Rica is just about the chance to get on the cover of the swimsuit edition.
It’s more than that.
It’s my best, and maybe my last shot at finally getting her in my bed. Here’s hoping she’s into a little kink.
Danica:
I am done being a Dominatrix.
This week anyway. What I need is a vacation.
Hell yeah, I’m jumping on this all bodies are beautiful photoshoot with an old friend/old crush who happens to be one the best photographers in the biz.
I’m totally not Grant’s type. He goes for the thin leggy blondes and is as vanilla when it comes to sex as they come.
Maybe a break from the BDSM scene on a tropical island with the last guy who’d want to be more than friends is all I need to get my mojo back.
Mother Nature:
Bwa ha ha ha ha.
So, you think Costa Rica doesn’t get hurricanes, huh?
Hope you like getting trapped together in a tiny hut by Tropical Storm Cameron on your beach vacation.
I’m sure you’ll find something to do while you wait out the storm of the century.
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To all the curvy girls
who deserve a vacation
in a bikini
with a hot guy
who makes them laugh.
“If our condition were truly happy, we would not seek diversion from it in order to make ourselves happy”
―Blaise Pascal
Another Sub Bites the Dust
Great. Awesome. Fabulous. The “It’s not you it’s me” speech.
Again.
Jarrod droned on and it was all I could do not to yank the nipple clamps right off of him and stomp out of the scene and the club. Instead I sat in the leather club chair calmly and impenetrable.
“Don’t get me wrong, Mistress. The sex and your domination are fantastic. I can’t thank you enough for getting me into Devils and Angels.”
What more did a guy want from me? At least he had the presence to keep his voice low. I didn’t need every floor monitor and curious voyeur in the place to watch my sub give me the heave ho.
I glanced around seeing way more people in here tonight than I expected. Angelina’s theme nights were bringing too many new people in. I should have selected a more private area for the night, maybe even one of the Red Rooms. But, both Jarrod and I got off on the exhibitionism aspect of our scenes. It was one of my requirements in a sub. No hiding from the world what you are and what you’re into. At least the kinky world.
He crouched at my feet, clothed in only the wrist restraints I used instead of a collar and his birthday suit. “It’s just that, uh, well, I’ve been thinking.”
Never a good sign.
I personally stayed as far away from crazy self-talk inside my own head when it came to relationships.
“And, see, I’d like to find someone who wants a long-term relationship. A committed one.” He ducked his head, not wanting to meet my eyes.
Aha. The other shoe drops. Long-term, committed, relationship, and me did not go in the same sentence together. It’s not like I thought these trysts with the subbie boys were going to last forever, in fact, I didn’t want them to, but the last three had been less than a month each. That wasn’t even enough time for me to get them trained up like I wanted, much less have some real fun.
My Domme mojo was definitely off. I was starting to think maybe it wasn’t them.
Nah. I was the fabulous Danica Chamonix, Dominatrix Extraordinaire and all around amazeballs big beautiful woman. I simply had a run of bad luck. Good subs were so hard to find these days.
Sigh. “Do you have someone in particular in mind for your—” what? Soulmate? True love? Rene Zellweger to his Jerry Maguire. They didn’t exist. Not in my reality. “…your new partner? If you’ve got the hots for another Domme I might be able to introduce you, but I can’t guarantee she’ll take you on.”
“You’re not mad?” He went from looking at my shiny black-booted feet to my face.
What? Did he expect I’d whip him for expressing what he wanted? That’s not how BDSM worked in my book. But, from the surprise written on his face, he had thought it was, and had still been brave enough, true enough to himself to say what he wanted and needed.
I couldn’t have done that at his age. I had seven years on him and he was better at knowing his own mind than I was. Couldn’t slight him for that.
“No, Jerr, it’s not always easy to find the right D/s partner, I understand that.” Better than most. “I would never hold it against you that we didn’t work out.”
I took one last chance to pet him, stroking his smooth-shaven chin. I knew almost from the beginning that Jarrod wasn’t the sub for me.
Sure, he was young and hot and inexperienced, exactly how I like them. Especially that six-pack of abs and that sexy V of muscles at his h
ips. I was going to miss those. But, from day one I hadn’t been feeling the vibe. That Dominant’s high that had come so easily in years past was harder and harder to get anymore.
I probably should have broken it off with him after the first night. The stress release was too damn good to give up. Amazing what ghosts of the past one could forget when carefully orchestrating an orgasm denial and flogging scene.
Jarrod got up off his knees and while he was towered over me his entire presence was the size of a Keebler elf.
“Oh. Awesome. Thanks.” He wrapped one hand over the other elbow and stood there shifting his weight to one leg.
He still didn’t quite believe me. I couldn’t help but notice the flaccid penis hanging a foot in front of my face. Tonight was a real turn-on for everyone. “No thanks needed. Who’ve you got your eyes on?”
Maybe she’d have some advice for how to keep a sub coming back for more longer than I could lately.
Jarrod shrugged his shoulders. “I thought maybe I might try OKCupid or FetLife to find someone, a real relationship, you know?”
Okay, ouch. He was leaving me and didn’t even have someone else in mind. That spoke volumes about how important this relationship had been to him. If you could even call it a relationship. He obviously didn’t.
That should hurt a hell of a lot more than it did. No pain, no ache, longing, sadness. Only a weird void I didn’t know how to fill.
“Good luck then.” I waved my hand, dismissing him. Time this stupid interaction was finished.
“I can go?”
Again with the surprise. Was he hoping for some punishment? Not from me. I was done.
“You’re not my sub anymore. You can do what you like.”
“Thanks, Misstr—, uh—”
“You can call me Dani now, you’re allowed.” I smiled, but it was merely a muscle reflex.
“Thanks then, Dani. I mean it. I really appreciate that you helped me discover this side of, well, me. I never thought I could get off on having a woman be in charge, but you really showed me.”
He knew all along he wanted to be dominated, what he couldn’t do was admit it. Guys. Always had to be so tough to the detriment of getting what they really wanted.
I totally couldn’t relate. Nope. Not at all.
Jarrod walked away skirting the groups and couples. The leather of the club chair he left me sitting in squeaked under my half-clad ass. I didn’t remember these chairs being so uncomfortable.
If I wasn’t going to play tonight, I might as well get a drink. Thirty seconds after I slipped onto the barstool a fruity concoction with a slice of pineapple and an umbrella appeared.
“Nice try, barkeep, but I think I’ll stick with something a little less ridiculous.” I pushed the drink back toward Jim.
“Rough night calls for a ridiculous drink, compliments of the house.” He popped a bright red cherry into the drink. “Besides, there’s three kinds of hard liquor in there. It’ll do the trick, I promise.”
I shook my head but took a sip of the drink. Fruity and burned all the way down. “Whew, you weren’t kidding.”
“You came over here looking like somebody kicked your puppy, sans the puppy. Which is no fun at all.” He handed me the mandatory black wrist band of someone who was drinking and couldn’t play.
“Correct-a-mundo.”
“Uh-oh, I spy a ridiculous drink, that’s never good news.” Angelina, Devils and Angels club owner, sat down at the bar next to me. “That’s what, the third one in three months?”
I didn’t pretend Angelina was talking about just the drink. She was a savvy business woman, besides being the most beautiful woman in the room. She knew exactly what was going on with each of her members on any given night. “Keeping tabs on me?”
She tipped her head to Jim ordering with only a look. “Just noticing.”
Angelina had been in the scene a lot longer than I had, and she switched, so double the experience. Maybe she’d have some insight.
“I think I’ve lost my touch.” I took another swig of the boozy condolence.
“Not likely. I’ve seen you in action. You have those boys drooling in pleasure within minutes of starting a scene.”
Jim returned with Angelina’s drink, something blue with an umbrella. Almost as ridiculous as mine. She pulled the umbrella out of her drink and threw it at Jim, then took a sip.
I wondered, not for the first time, if the two of them had a thing. Neither were attached or had played recently that I knew of. Nobody could spend that much time at a place like Angels and not have a partner or two. But they were both intimidating in their own way.
Jim’s tattoos, muscles, and mostlyshaved head either made him a skinhead or the cover model of Ink Magazine. In reality he was like a Tootsie pop. Hard and lickable on the outside, delicious and soft on the inside.
“If you want to put something new into the rotation, Hawk and I are doing a ropes class on Wednesday night. I’d love a chance to tie you up.” Even his offer and flirting couldn’t fill that empty gap I had growing inside.
Shibari was pretty hot and watching Jim or Hawk work would be sensual on its own. But it took years to be a good rope top. I didn’t want to wait that long to find the right sub. “I’ll think about it. The class, not the being tied up.”
“You might like it.” He waggled his eyebrows at me.
Give up control like that? Not likely. Yes, sir? Blech. Even the thought of those words coming out of my mouth left an acrid taste in the back of my throat. No, the only man I’d ever take orders from would be a camera man. Even better if it were a female photographer. No threat there.
“I’ll pass. Besides, you two will have the ladies and gents lined up to bottom for you. Unlike me these days.”
“Want some behind the bar pop psychology?” The flirtatious tone was gone.
I guess I could use some sincere advice. “Hit me.”
“I would if you’d let me. I’m not the only one around here aching to see that luscious ass reddened.” Again, not flirting. Dead serious.
I pretended otherwise. Eye roll. “That’s not very good advice. Unless of course you’re applying to be my next submissive.”
Teaching a dominant man to be submissive? Now that would be a challenge.
“You need a vacation.”
This conversation was way too serious for fruity drinks. I pushed mine aside, ready to leave the psychology behind the bar.
Angelina put her hand on my arm. “Listen to the man. A BDSM break would do you good. Your head isn’t in the game and you’re not having any fun.”
“It certainly hasn’t been the stress reliever it used to be.” For years I’d counted on my scenes to help me let off steam. Tension melted away when I was focused on the pleasure and pain of someone besides myself.
“Maybe even go out and have some vanilla sex. I hear it’s a lot of fun.” Jim only smirked a little.
Vanilla sex. Yeah, no. No way I was willing to let go of the control I had in or out of the bedroom. I couldn’t even imagine.
“There are men outside of this club, outside of our lifestyle. Why don’t you go somewhere sunny and warm? Get out of the dungeon, relax, have a good time, and maybe some good sex. You never know what or who you might find.”
“Are you kicking me out?” I’d been one of the founding members of this club. I’d been new-ish to the scene back then. Never really knew what I wanted. It didn’t take long for me to know that being a submissive wouldn’t work for me. I’d rather be in control than get off.
“I’m suggesting a change of scene. Shake things up. Don’t get stuck in this club.” Like me.
She didn’t say it, but I heard it nonetheless.
If you can’t take advice from your best bartender and BDSM club owner who could you?
“Dani, there’s love out there in the world. I had it once, and it’s not here in this club. Go find some for yourself.”
Whoa whoa whoa. Who said anything about love?
Sat
urday Night and I Ain’t Got Nobody
I wasn’t going to Devils and Angels. That felt weird, like there was something I’d forgotten to do.
It’s not like I couldn’t go without a sub. There was never any shortage of submissive men who wanted me to make them lick my boots or other more fun places. The thought of spending an evening with a beta male held zero appeal at the moment.
A small break from the scene, as recommended, that’s all this was. Then I could come back to it with renewed vigor. I even had a challenge in mind. There was a new coffee shop not far from my loft and a very cute latte boy.
But, not tonight. Netflix was queued up with a whole list of chick flicks, the facial-mani-pedi station was set up on my coffee table, the newest trial and error paleo cookie recipe was in the oven and making the house smell delicious, and Nessie was on her way over for girls night in. Everything was perfect and exactly what I needed for some R&R.
The phone rang and Nessie’s number popped up. Uh-oh. “Hey Ness.”
“Don’t hate me.” Her tone was apologetic and distracted at the same time.
Not that I could, but I knew already I was in for some alone time. “I’ll never hate you. What’s come up?” I tried to hide the resignation in my voice.
“I’m sorry. A whole stack of invoices just landed on my desk and not only do they need to be paid yesterday, they are in some weird back-assward order. Ugh, I could just beat my department head for the way he lets people run roughshod over payments.”
