Seduced By My Doms BN (7 page)

Drake paused, gazing at his lover with a rueful expression.
“He carries a lot of deep scars from his past. Not just from the first beating,
but the self-induced isolation he put himself in when he discovered he was
attracted to boys instead of girls. He grew up being ridiculed by classmates
and narrow-minded people his whole life. Growing up in a small, southern town
where men were men and queers were queers made him an easy target. Despite
that, Trevor has a gentle spirit, but the humiliation ate at his soul. When his
father caught him kissing another boy behind the barn, the whole family shunned
him. Disowned him. He was only fifteen.” Drake let out a heavy sigh. “My sweet
boy lived through a horrific childhood.”

“My mom did the same thing to
Dayne
when she found out he was gay,” I whispered.

Drake grimaced then looked at me with something akin to
pride. “But you stuck by him, didn’t you?”

I nodded. “Of course. He was the most important person in my
whole world. I loved him.”

A tear slid down my cheek and I quickly brushed it away.

“So, you understand, probably better than most, how that
kind of rejection shatters the soul.”

“Yes. I don’t understand something. You said Trevor likes
pain, but why? I mean, he suffered so much, I would think he’d only want to be
pampered by you now.”

“We discovered a way to heal him strictly by accident.”
Drake’s gray eyes sparkled at the memory. “He’d disobeyed me about something. I
don’t even remember what it was, but I had him over my knees, spanking his
butt. He kept begging me to do it harder, so I did. His ass cheeks were as red
as blood, and my hand stung like a motherfucker, but I kept right on spanking.
Then suddenly, he started screaming that he wasn’t a freak, or a sinner, and
that his way of love was just as special. He lay across my lap calling out the
bastards of his past, for all the hurtful, hateful things they’d done to him.
It was as if he were releasing the demons that had been inside him for years.
By the time we were through, he was crying… I was crying. We were both a mess.
I’d tapped into a way to free him from the ghosts that had damaged him, and it
turn, helped him heal. I know that sounds illogical, but Trevor finds peace of
mind and strength through pain.”

It was along the same principle—seeking freedom from inner
turmoil—that cutters sought when they sliced their skin.

“But now, he’s turned into a little pain slut,” Drake chided
with a grin. “And enjoys the endorphin rush when I use my whip.”

“Ouch,” I cringed. “So ‘Daddy’ is Trevor’s name for nurturer
and caretaker.”

“Yes.”

 
“So, you two still
practice the BDSM thing?”

“Yes, we do. We live it, all day, every day. The club Mika
owns; Club Genesis? It isn’t a bar. It’s a BDSM club.”

Drake paused, looking pointedly at me, as his words slowly
registered in my brain. My eyes grew wide as he bit back a grin.

“Seriously?” I whispered, shocked to the core.

Suddenly, the room began to spin. My heart raced in panic.
James answered the phone at Genesis. The man wasn’t gay—he was into kinky
stuff. My mouth went dry as a combination of fear, dread, and anxiety pinged
through me. Even more alarming was the rush of excitement chasing close behind.
It was the same sensation I’d felt when
Dayne
talked
me into doing the zip line with him at an amusement park. I didn’t know whether
to scream, cry, or pee my pants.

“So James is…?”

“He’s a DM. That stands for Dungeon Monitor. He’s also a
Dominant and a member of Genesis.” Drake leaned forward in his chair, pinning
me with a serious gaze. “But that information is confidential. We abide by a
strict code of anonymity. What we know, who we see, and what we do, isn’t for
public knowledge…inside or outside of the club. So what I’m telling you doesn’t
leave this room.”

“We grant total anonymity here.”
James’ comment on
the phone made perfect sense now.

“I won’t say anything to anyone. I’m not a sub, so things
like BDSM clubs don’t come up in my normal conversation. Not ever.”

Drake arched his brows and smirked. “How do you know you’re
not a sub?”

“I… I just do,” I stuttered. “I don’t do whips or kinky things.
I guess I’m just a regular, boring woman.”

“You’ve never been blindfolded, or tied to a bed with silk
scarves, or neckties?” Drake prodded.

I felt blood rush to my cheeks.

After watching a movie with Ryan where a woman was tied to a
bed, it aroused me so much I asked if he’d do the same to me. The idea of being
at the mercy of a lover flipped some internal switch. A few days later, we came
home from a bar and he tied my wrists loosely to the headboard. But Ryan was
very drunk, and I was scared he’d pass out on me and leave me tied there all
night. So I wriggled free of the rope and called a halt to the game. He never
tried to tie me up again, and I never asked.

“I knew it. You’re blushing,” Drake stated with a confident
smirk. “What happened? You didn’t enjoy it?”

“No.”

“You didn’t trust the man who tied you up, did you?”

Drake’s question caught me by surprise. I hadn’t really
thought of my fear as being an issue of trust. Yes, Ryan had been drunk, but my
fear was more than being tethered to the headboard all night. I didn’t trust
him, not the way I should have. His track record wasn’t the kind that
cultivated a lot of trust. No, I’d spent a long time walking on eggshells
around him, waiting for him to walk out the door.

Clearly Drake was digging into my psyche to prove his point.
I suspected he wanted me to dissect my personal fantasies, which I clearly
intended to…but not with him. It was time I went home, took a shower, and
collapsed into bed.

With a polite smile, I glanced at Trevor then stood, heading
for the door. “I’ll be back in the morning to see how he’s doing.”

“Whoa. Wait. I’m sorry, Liz,” Drake apologized as he rose
and quickly blocked my escape. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, or
embarrass you. Stay. We’ll talk about something else.”

“I’m okay, Drake. It’s late,” I replied with a nervous
chuckle. “You didn’t embarrass me. I did that to myself when I thought James
and Mika were lovers.
That
was
emb
—”

“Hysterical,” Drake laughed. “It didn’t
phase
Mika in the least. James, on the other hand…”

“Yeah.” I could still see his shocked expression in my mind.
“I think I’ll sneak out the employee entrance so I won’t have to face him
again.”

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Drake warned. “He’s
expecting you to go back out there and talk to him.”

“I know. But that’s probably not a wise thing to do.”

“Why not?”

“I’ll just end up sticking my other foot in my mouth. I’d
really rather not humiliate myself twice in one night.”

“Oh, a prideful girl. I see.” Drake’s tone dripped with
challenge. “Trust me. He knows how to handle women like you.”

“Women like me?” I gaped, feeling insulted but unsure why.

Drake laughed. I realized he’d simply wanted to push my
buttons, and get a rise out of me, like
Dayne
used
to. I shot him a mock scowl, but inside I felt relief. The haunted look in
Drake’s eyes had disappeared. If teasing me pulled him out of his dark depths
of anguish, I’d gladly play along.

“And what exactly is
that
supposed to mean? Surely
you’re not tossing out chauvinistic remarks to insult me, are you?” I grinned.

“Oh, you’re a sassy one, too.” Drake smirked then sobered.
“Go out there and talk to James. If you leave him waiting much longer he’s
liable to turn you over his knee and spank your ass.”

I swallowed back a ragged gasp at the images and emotions
Drake’s words conjured inside me. None of them the least bit disgusting. No,
unfortunately, the thought of being draped across James’ lap as his broad hand
spanked my ass turned me on like a damn light bulb.

“Daddy,” Trevor mumbled in his sleep.

At the sound, we both snapped our attention Trevor’s way
before Drake rushed to the side of the bed.

“I’m here, baby. Daddy’s here.” Gingerly stroking Trevor’s
hair, Drake leaned in close and kissed his cheek.

“Help me, Daddy,” he moaned.

“I’m right here, sweetheart. I’ll never leave you, ever
again. I promise,” Drake choked out on a sob.

Like a slap to the face, I suddenly felt out of place. I was
invading the private lives of strangers. What the hell was I doing talking
about BDSM and spankings with Drake? I’d never be a part of their kinky world.
I certainly had no business traipsing into the waiting room in hopes of getting
laid by a man who got off spanking women and god knows what else. Drake, James,
and Mika must think me a blithering idiot.

“I hope Trevor has a good night. I’ll be back tomorrow,” I
blurted in panic as I raced out the door.

“Liz,” Drake called after me, but I kept right on going.

Escaping out through the employee door, I stepped into the
hall, anxiety blocking my airway. Cursing under my breath, I clenched my jaw.
In order to reach the elevator, I had to walk past the glass wall of the ICU
waiting room. Tucking my chin, I prayed James was engrossed in a magazine or
the television, and I could skate past the glass partition undetected. Wishing
I had a superpower of invisibility, I hurried to the elevator and pressed the
button to go down. Mentally screaming at the damn thing to move, I watched the
numbers slowly make their way to my floor. Just a couple more seconds and I’d
be home free.
 

When the doors finally opened, I bolted inside. Before I
turned, I had my finger poised on Level P for the parking garage as someone
stepped through the doors. Lifting my eyes, dread slid down my spine as I spied
James pinning me with a critical stare.

“So you decided to blow me off, huh?” Laying his finger over
mine, James pressed the button I’d selected.

Blowing you would be a privilege.

“Mika did give you my message, correct?”

“I didn’t see Mika after I left Trevor’s room.”

“Ah, I see.” James looked grossly insulted. “So you’re
giving me the kiss off, huh?”

Dammit. Will you please stop using such suggestive words
for the love of...

“No worries. I can take a hint. But I’m still going to walk
you to your car.”

Stating his intentions, James pulled out his phone and
started texting.

“Honestly, I didn’t see Mika.” I huffed. I hated that James
had caught me trying to make a clean getaway. “I’m not lying, but go ahead and
ask him.”

He chuckled, and ignored my belligerent tone. “Oh, I believe
you, Liz. I’m simply texting my
lover
to let him know that I’m
escorting you to your car.”

Arching his brows over those gorgeous bedroom eyes, an
infectious grin slid over his inviting lips. I couldn’t help it…I smiled, then
quickly caught myself and sobered.

“You just had to rub my face in that, didn’t you?”

“Oh yeah,” he drawled in a low, seductive rumble before his
expression turned solemn. “What did I do to scare you, Liz?”

His freakish perceptiveness prickled. I lowered my gaze.
“You didn’t do anything,” I lied.

Moving in close to my ear, his raspy breathing had my head
swimming. “Tell me,” he coaxed in a whiskey-smooth voice I wanted to get drunk
on.

“I’m just not myself tonight, that’s all.”

James eased back slightly but held me with an inquisitive
stare. “I’m listening.”

“I hear it too. They’ve piped in a lovely piano rendition of
‘
Ice, Ice, Baby
,’ don’t you agree?” I taunted, rolling my eyes toward
the speakers in the ceiling.

“That’s one,” he murmured.

Tucking that obstinate strand of hair behind my ear once
more, James let his hand linger and traced a feathery caress over the shell of
my ear. No matter how hard I tried to shove down the ridiculous way he turned
me on, I couldn’t ignore the current of electricity racing within my veins.
Dammit, I needed to take control of myself.

Staring him straight in the eyes, I thrust out my chin. “One
what?”

“You’ll soon see.” His silky promise only made me hotter.
“So tell me, why aren’t you yourself?”

You. Your eyes. Your lips. Your sexy voice. Your rock-hard
body…everything about you. Plus your involvement with BDSM—whips, chains, and
kinky sex—which I know nothing about. More than likely I couldn’t handle the
shit you’re into, but I still want to strip you naked and ride you like an
insatiable banshee.

“I don’t know. It’s been an exhausting day.”

What a chicken-shit.

James slid his finger from my ear, leaving a trail of
tingling flesh all the way to my cheek. The walls of the elevator seemed to
close in all around me as a dizzying wave of heat rushed from my head clear to
my toes.

 
“I think it’s more
than that, gorgeous,” he murmured in a rich, inveigling timbre. “Someone, most
likely Drake, told you what goes on at Genesis.”

Darting a nervous gaze to the floor, I didn’t answer; didn’t
want him to sense how equally aroused and frightened I was of the things he did
at Mika’s club.

“I was serious when I said I’d show you around. You’re not
afraid are you?”

Terrified.

“Of course not. I’m simply not interested,” I replied
coldly, masking the hum of intrigue singing through me.

“Oh, I think you’re very interested.”

Wrapping me in his arms, James pulled me tight against his
rigid chest. Staring at his lips, I longed for a kiss…just one taste of the
sinful seduction oozing off him. Dragging my attention to his eyes…lust, fiery
and intense reflected back at me. Need twisted in my belly. James wasn’t immune
to this strange and blistering chemistry between us.