Daddy Dom and the Virgin

by Kitty Jones

  Daddy Dom and the Virgin

  Kitty Jones

  Published by Kitty Jones, 2020.

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  DADDY DOM AND THE VIRGIN

  First edition. March 8, 2020.

  Copyright © 2020 Kitty Jones.

  Written by Kitty Jones.

  Also by Kitty Jones

  Blackmailed: Volume 1

  Daddy Dom and the Virgin

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Epilogue

  Author

  Daddy Dom and the Virgin

  Kitty Jones

  Copyright 2019 by Kitty Jones

  The rules are simple at Club Shadows:

  Yes means yes, no means no, panties are optional, and bad little submissives are punished.

  I’ve been a member of the club for over a year now. More people have seen me naked than I can count. Everyone has watched me completely fall apart on stage, but they don’t know my secret.

  Nobody does.

  For a year, I’ve done a great job keeping my head and my heart separate from the club. I’ve been able to play the role of bad girl without actually committing to the reputation, but when Aaron walks through the doors of Club Shadows, everything changes for me.

  He’s not just tall, dark, and handsome.

  He’s my brother’s best friend, and he knows my secret.

  I don’t know how he found me here, but this is going to change everything.

  It’s going to change my entire world.

  And I don’t know if I’m ready for the Daddy Dom.

  Chapter One

  Mallory

  Aaron Winters has no place in this club.

  My eyes narrow as I hone in on him watching me. He smirks. Yeah, he sees me. He knows that I’ve caught him leering at me.

  He knows that I’m onto him.

  A sharp whack on my bottom draws me back into reality, and I’m forced to stop looking at the handsome man who doesn’t belong.

  “Pay attention, subbie,” the man behind me says.

  “Yes, sir,” I manage to say through the pain, and then I close my eyes. I don’t want Aaron to see me here like this. This is my place: my private haven. This is the place I come to get away from people like him. This is the place I come to explore my own budding sexuality. This is the place where I get to be free from everything else that holds me back.

  Here I’m not Miss Franklin: third grade teacher.

  Here I’m not anyone’s sister or friend.

  Here I’m just a willing submissive who sometimes likes to have her ass beat by the other people who play here.

  Yeah, that’s me.

  But Aaron?

  Aaron knows too much about me, and his presence is not welcome.

  Not here.

  Not tonight.

  Another whack hits me, and then I feel my hair being yanked back so I’m forced to look up into Taylor’s eyes.

  “Subbie,” he murmurs. “Have you forgotten your place so quickly?”

  “I’m sorry,” I whisper.

  “Your attention isn’t on the scene, little flower.” To everyone else, it looks like he’s having harsh words with me. I’m splayed out on a spanking bench, facing the crowd. I’m tied to it and can’t really move at all. Taylor, who is a big, muscular guy, has my hair yanked back harshly, but his words are gentle.

  “I’ll do better,” I whisper. “I just got distracted.”

  He turns, eyeing the crowd. I know he’s looking for the source of my distraction.

  Shit.

  He’s going to spot Aaron without a problem. Aaron is like a sore thumb in a place like this. Even if he’s comfortable in the lifestyle, Aaron is new to this particular club. He’s not from around here. He’s not one of the regulars and at Shadows, we look after our own.

  Taylor chuckles and turns back to me.

  “Tall, dark, and likes espresso, eh? You sure know how to choose ‘em.”

  “Please,” I whisper. “Don’t call him up on stage.”

  Some Dominants are into humiliation. Some of them like to punish submissives who lose their concentration by calling in other people to perform in the scene, but Taylor scoffs at my comment.

  “Little flower,” he says. “What’s happening tonight is between the two of us, as agreed. Understood?”

  “Understood.”

  “I will never call another man to this stage without your permission.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Are you ready to keep going?”

  “Yes, sir,” I whisper, and Taylor releases my hair.

  He doesn’t kiss me when he does. In fact, almost everything about this scene is overtly non sexual. Yeah, I’m naked, and I’m tied up, and he’s beating my ass with different implements, but tonight is all about release for both of us.

  Me?

  I’ve got some shit going on in my life. I’ve got some stress and anxiety and a mountain of problems about a mile high. Taylor’s here because his partner, Hank, is in a wheelchair. Hank’s sitting in the crowd watching, and I know this is turning him on. They’re both into the kink scene, but they’re limited by what they can do because of Hank’s injury. He was in a car wreck awhile ago and is still recovering. I don’t have a regular partner, so we came up with an arrangement.

  Taylor beats me silly, and Hank gets to watch.

  Everyone wins.

  When the scene is over, they’ll sit with me while I drink some water and come down off my submissive high, and then the two of them will leave the club together. They never stick around after a scene. I’m not sure if it’s because it’s an emotional time for the two of them or if it’s because they want to go get each other off.

  Either way, it’s an unconventional arrangement, but it works.

  Aaron doesn’t know that, though.

  When Taylor moves behind me and starts talking about how he’s going to punish me with different tools, my heart feels full. Finally, I don’t have to worry about a single thing except relaxing my body and letting the pain just flow through me. I don’t have to deal with anything except allowing myself to feel this moment.

  I close my eyes, and I wonder what Aaron is thinking.

  I know he’s out there watching me. I can feel him. I know he’s wondering what the hell we’re doing. Does he feel jealous? I doubt it. He’s probably got some super-hot lawyer chick on the side, or maybe he’s dating an accountant. Someone smart. Hell, maybe he’s got a doctor he sleeps with. Who knows?

  Another smack on my ass, and all thoughts of Aaron flee.

  Ouch, that one hurt.

  I cry out, and I hear Taylor chuckling darkly.

  He stops beside me and kneeling down, he whispers in my ear.

  “I’m going to smack you until you aren’t worried about him anymore, little flower.”

  “Thank you, sir,” I whisper.

  It’s all I can say.

  Taylor and Hank both know me pretty well. They know a lot about my past and what I’ve been through. They know too much, actually. They understand that in my line of work, stress relief
isn’t optional. It’s a necessity.

  And this?

  This place is not cheaper than therapy, but it sure as fuck feels better.

  I close my eyes, and I focus on relaxing my body as Taylor moves behind me. He slaps my ass over and over. He uses his hand, his crop, and he finishes with a few hits from a paddle. By the time he finishes working me over, I’m deliciously sore, and I’m not thinking about anything else except this moment.

  I feel myself being untied, and he pulls me away from the spanking bench.

  “Is it over?” I murmur, wrapping my arms around his neck.

  “It’s over,” Taylor says.

  “Is he gone?” I whisper.

  Taylor doesn’t say anything, though, and I realize that Aaron watched the entire scene. Apparently, he’s still watching now. Well, that’s just fine. Let him watch. He can do whatever he likes. He’s a free man, and I am not in charge of him.

  Whatever.

  Taylor carries me to a little sofa and sets me down. Hank rolls up beside me and takes my hand.

  “Make sure she drinks water,” Taylor tells him. “I’m going to go clean off the equipment.” He turns to leave, but I’m surprised to hear someone stopping him.

  “You can’t leave that submissive unattended.”

  It’s Aaron.

  What.

  The.

  Fuck?

  My eyes fly open. Any feelings of being in subspace vanish as I look at him confronting Taylor.

  “Excuse me,” Taylor says. “I’m going to clean off the equipment.”

  “And I said you can’t leave her alone.”

  “She’s not alone,” he points to Hank. “She’s with someone who will take care of her right now.”

  “Unacceptable,” Aaron insists, and he crosses his hands over his chest.

  Taylor sighs and looks over to where I’m obviously watching both of them.

  “Look,” he turns back to Aaron. “I realize you’re new. You are new, right?” He glances at Aaron’s wrist, where’s there’s a bright pink band. It indicates that he’s a guest for the night. He’s not a full member of the club yet. He’s just testing out the waters, so-to-speak.

  “That doesn’t matter.”

  “Actually,” Taylor says. “It does matter. I understand you’re concerned about my submissive, but our arrangement is our own, and club rules dictate that you don’t interfere with how another Dominant takes care of his submissive unless she’s being harmed, which, as you can see, she is not.”

  He pushes past Aaron and moves to start cleaning the equipment. Aaron doesn’t seem placated.

  Not at all.

  He stands right where he is and stares at me. His arms are still crossed over his broad chest and his dark, short hair just makes his eyes look even brighter.

  What is he thinking right now?

  And why is he staring at me this way?

  My insides feel gooey and mushy. I feel wet and needy. Every part of my body suddenly feels like it’s on fire and he’s the only thing that can stop it.

  Fuck.

  Aaron Winters is not what I need right now, but my pussy doesn’t seem to get the memo.

  “Hey,” Hank’s voice is gentle, and he squeezes my hand. “Talk to me about the scene.”

  I turn back to him and cup his cheek.

  Sweet Hank.

  He’s a submissive, too, like me, and I wonder how he feels about watching his partner with me. Usually, we talk more before and after the scene. I’m kind of their interim little toy while Hank recovers, but I know it can’t always be easy seeing your partner with another person, even if it’s not sexual.

  “I liked it tonight,” I say. “He was hard on me.”

  “I saw,” Hank smiles. “I’m not going to lie, sweetheart. Tonight made me glad it was you up there and not me.”

  I laugh, forgetting about Aaron for a minute so I can chat with my friend.

  “I was thinking, when I was up there, I was like, man, somebody had a bad week at work, and he’s taking it out on my ass!”

  Hank and I both laugh, and then a shadow falls over me. I look up, expecting to see Taylor, but Aaron stands there instead.

  “Can I help you?” Hank asks, looking up at him.

  “We need to talk,” Aaron says to me.

  “I don’t think we have anything to talk about,” I tell him.

  “You know this guy?” Hank wants to know.

  “Yeah, at least, I used to,” I mutter.

  A lifetime ago.

  Back when I was just an innocent kid.

  Back when I was dumb.

  Back when the world seemed a lot more straightforward than it does now.

  Now everything is a fucking mess.

  The entire world just looks at me and laughs.

  Every.

  Single.

  Day.

  Sucks.

  It’s like I wake up and go to work, deal with my day, and then I go home and I’m alone with my thoughts for what feels like an eternity. It’s all too much to bear.

  Club Shadows is the only place I can get a reprieve, and now that’s been taken from me because he’s here and he wants to talk.

  Taylor comes over and glares at Aaron.

  “Excuse me,” he says. “But this is my submissive for the evening, and if you’d like to talk with her, you’re going to have to go through me.”

  Aaron looks Taylor up and down, considering him. Finally, he gives a curt nod.

  “Apologies,” he says. “May I speak with your submissive?”

  “No.”

  Aaron grimaces with irritation, and I bite back a laugh. Serves the fucker right! I don’t want to talk to him. If I did, I would have called him. I would have contacted him on my own terms. I would have reached out during one of the millions of opportunities I had to do so, but I didn’t, which clearly shows that I want nothing to do with him.

  Aaron looks at me again and then back to Taylor.

  For a second, I think he’s going to cause trouble, but he doesn’t.

  “I apologize for bothering you,” he finally says. “Have a good night.”

  Aaron disappears into the crowd, and it’s over. He’s gone. I don’t have to talk to him. I should feel totally relieved to have him out of here, so why do I feel so...empty?

  Chapter Two

  Aaron

  I knew she was at the club, but I didn’t realize she’d be on stage.

  I am so fucking stupid.

  I walked into Club Shadows thinking I’d bump into my old friend’s little sister and catch up over a couple of drinks, but what did I find?

  Mallory Franklin, trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey. She was totally naked and twice as sexy as I remember her. Then again, it’s been a long time since I saw little Mallory. It’s been ages since the two of us danced around the idea of falling for each other.

  A lifetime is what it’s been.

  I don’t know who her new guys are. I never really took her for the triad type, but she’s a complicated woman, and I’m sure there’s more to the story than I’ll ever be privy to. Maybe she was helping them do book research. Maybe she was filling in for their usual girl. Or maybe I’m totally wrong, and she’s in a ménage relationship and she’s perfectly happy.

  I honestly have no idea.

  What I do know is that seeing her getting spanked did something to my cock. I wish it would calm the fuck down, but it’s got a mind of its own. I’m still hot and turned on and anxious when I finally leave the club. The night air is cold and it wraps around me, chilling me.

  I shouldn’t have talked to her Doms at all. It was wrong and awkward and I’m certain I embarrassed her, but I was caught off guard at seeing her there like that.

  And it’s been so very long.

  “You got a light?” A feminine voice from beside me catches my attention and I turn. The Domme standing by the side of the building is obviously comfortable with herself and the club. She’s not hiding her appearance under a trench c
oat or a long jacket. She’s just outside in her corset and leather pants, and she’s holding out a cigarette.

  “Sorry,” I tell her. “I don’t.”

  She shrugs.

  “It’s no bother. The others will be out here soon enough, and they’ve always got lighters.”

  “The others?”

  The doors to the club open and a group of Dommes pour out. Like the first girl, they’re all wearing their corsets and tight skirts and pants like badges of honor. There’s no room here for meekness or fear. They smile brightly, laughing and talking about their submissives. The first girl gets her cigarette lit, and then one of the other women notices me.

  “Hey,” she says. She’s got long red hair that’s curled and hanging loose over her shoulders. It’s gorgeous, and if she were a submissive, I’d definitely want to play with her. Something tells me she’s the type of woman who isn’t afraid to go after what she wants. Not her. She’s bold and she doesn’t let the world hold her back. No, she tells the world how it’s going to be.

  She looks at me now, considering me.

  “You’re the guy who interrupted Taylor’s scene.”

  The other Dommes immediately stop chatting and look over at me.

  “Yeah,” one of them says. Her blonde hair is pulled back tightly into a fierce bun. “What was up with that?”

  They all stare at me expectantly, waiting for me to explain myself. The problem is that I’m not sure that I can, actually. I know it was unconventional, to say the least. It was also really fucking rude.

  “I’m sorry about that,” I start to say, but one of the women shakes her head.

  “Not good enough,” she says. “I get that you’re new,” she gestures to my wristband. Bright pink, it stands out like a sore thumb against my black clothing. “But that doesn’t excuse what you did.”

  “I realize that.”

  “I don’t know if you do. We respect Taylor around here. We don’t go interrupting each others’ scenes, especially for no good reason.”

  No good reason?

  Well, I had a good reason. At least, I thought I did. He was hurting a woman who is very important to me. Or at least, she was, once upon a time. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Mallory Franklin, though, and apparently, some things have changed.