Bad Boy Dom (3 page)

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.

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.

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.

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!”

I
felt the whip pull tightly before loosening and it was all I needed to take me
into a full-fledged orgasm. My cries were almost as loud as the music.

I
felt her hand on my shoulder and then trailing through my hair. Again, her warm
breath stirred across my skin as she spoke into my ear. “Do you know who is
singing?”

The
waves of my orgasm had finally subsided, but as the voice sounded through the
room I suddenly knew the answer, and it almost caused me to come again.