Bad Boy Dom (2 page)

The
darkness had passed with each stroke of the whip, and I was able to shower in
my suite and prepared myself for work with eagerness. I shaved and took special
care of my body in case Mistress found someone for me to play with when my
shift was over. She usually let me rest after a session— especially after a
session followed by work— but a girl could hope. And I did.

The
club was soothing. I never minded the moans and screams even when they were at
their loudest. I understood how important the release was. I understood the
need. I loved my job even though I knew it was Mistress protecting me from the
outside world. She always protected me but sometimes she couldn’t shield me
from myself. Tonight though, the slight discomfort of the material on my back
and thighs kept me in the right headspace. Tomorrow, I would visit my therapist
for my weekly appointment and then it would be the weekend. The play at the
club picked up on the weekends and though I wasn’t scheduled to work, the
intensity of my dedication to Mistress would get me through. Forget one day at
a time, sometimes one hour at a time was more my speed.

“Hey,
Angela, can you work close to the bar tonight?”

“No
problem, Kevin. I’m yours for the shift.”

“Don’t
let Mistress Lydia hear you say that.”

I
laughed.

“I
won’t, but it’s only Thursday. Are you expecting a larger than normal crowd?”

“Obviously
you haven’t heard. Krispin Righteous is staying at the hotel and he’s expected
to visit the club tonight.”

“Krispin
who?”

“Righteous,
with Blood Rights.”

My
expression must have conveyed the confusion I felt.

“They’re
one of the hottest rock bands in the country!” Friendly but disbelieving sarcasm
dripped from the words.

“The
band sounds vaguely familiar,” I lied, trying to cover my ignorance, “but the
name Krispin doesn’t ring a bell.”

“If
you’re lucky, Mistress will let Mr. Righteous ring your bell.”

“I
think I’ll stay away. I never do well with the famous ones.”

“You
could have your pick of the famous ones if you wanted.”

“Yes,
and it never ends well. Mistress does my choosing now, and she’s a lot better
at it than I am.”

Everyone
thought a beautiful face and body were a gift from God. I learned early on that
they attracted the greatest evil. I wasn’t looking forward to having Mr.
Righteous in my sanctuary.

Kris…

Sleeping
butterflies and daisies in your hair,

Playing
with the frogs while flying through the air.

Sleep
will come and go, with stars for Abigail,

Hush
the sweet sounds of wind beneath your sails,

It’s
time to count the sheep jumping here and there,

Hush
my sweet and beautiful Abigail.

The
final cord drifted away and my precious, drooling fan was fast asleep.

“That
was beautiful. Not to mention a miracle! She never falls asleep without a
fight.” Lydia held her nine-month old bundle of joy, continuing to sway her
arms back and forth. Abigail’s short red curls sprang out from her head in delightful
disarray.

“I
bore young children to sleep. It’s a special gift.”

“She
already loves you, and to think she now has her very own song written by
Krispin Righteous.”

I
laughed softly so I wouldn’t wake up the pocket-sized hellion princess. “By the
time she’s old enough to realize I’m famous, I’ll be walking with a cane.”

“Who
cares, as long as I can buy your time each night for the next few years.”

“I’ll
record Abigail’s song at my next session and send you the digital file.”

Damian
walked over and removed the sleeping child from her mother’s arms, speaking softly.

“That’s
enough, Kris. I told you my wife would drool and I can put up with that, but making
her panties wet is crossing one of my hard limits.”

Shocked,
I watched as Lydia placed a not-so-soft swat against her husband’s ass when he
turned to walk away with Abigail.

She
turned back and focused her twinkling blue eyes on me.

I
fell in love all over again.

“Does
your husband let you play with others?” I said it jokingly but if she could
play, I would plan on having one hell of a night.

“Yes,
actually I do play with others but unfortunately you’re not my type.”

I
grabbed my chest theatrically. “My wounded heart has fallen into the pit of despair.”

“Your
bullshit knows no bounds.” She was no fool.

I
added more of a seductive timbre to my voice. “That, too. So tell me about your
type.”

“I
don’t think so. A woman must have secrets or mean doms win every time.”

This
time my heart did clench but I lightened my tone, “I
was
a mean dom but
I need a sub like you to keep me in line.”

“I’m
sure Damian will find you the perfect sub or two. He’s quite good at
matchmaking.”

Damian’s
grin flashed at his wife as he walked back into the room.

“I’m
only a matchmaker by default.” His voice changed and hard eyes turned my way.
“You’re not trying to pick up my wife, are you?”

“I
would, if I thought it was possible. She put me in my place but I think I’m
ready to try my hand with a nice sweet sub. Could you suggest one without red
hair?”

“You’re
a smart man. Red hair brings absolute chaos.”

“That’s
enough from both of you. I’m going to call Raul over for a shift with Redhead
Junior and then I’ll change for the club. I’ll meet you in about thirty minutes,
if that’ll work?”

Damian
winked at his wife and then turned to me.

“We’re
being dismissed but it’ll give us a chance to talk over the merits of club subs
without my wife peeking over my shoulder. Let’s go.”

“Do
you mind if I leave my guitar here?”

“Be
my guest. I’ll have it delivered to your room in the morning.”

Damian’s
private elevator took us down a few flights. His home was the penthouse. I
barely remembered my last elevator trip to the club because I was completely
fucked up on coke and Jose Cuervo.

I
shook the bad memories away, thankful to my friend for not giving up on me. I
cared little what most people thought of me, but Damian’s opinion mattered. I
kept the crinkled, well-read letter he sent when I was in rehab as a reminder.

“You’ll
do fine. Take tonight slow.”

My
nervousness melted when the door opened into Damian’s office. I could already
smell leather and sex. It pulled me in and felt like home.

Damian
crossed the room, and opened another door on the far wall. I followed him out
to the floor of Club El Diablo. I might be a dominant, but him, I would follow.

The
club was unexpectedly crowded.

“Hmm,
word got out that you were here. Sorry. Let me know if you have any overzealous
fans. It shouldn’t be a problem but I’ll readjust some memberships if it is.”

“I’ll
be fine. It’s nothing I’m not used to.”

“I
know that, but I wanted you to take your time and mesh properly with the right
sub.”

“I
don’t want to marry her, Damian.”

“Yes,
but I want you to start developing mental relationships, even if it’s only for
one night. Lydia taught me that and my D/s interactions have improved for the
better because of it.”

“I’m
surprised she’s not your only sub. I have trouble picturing her sharing.”

His
devil’s grin flashed wide. “You have no idea.”

I
had a comeback but the words stopped in my throat as a woman caught my eye.

Gorgeous
didn’t even begin to express how beautiful she was. Apparently, she worked for
the club, because she wore the black bowtie of club employees. But she also
wore a one inch leather collar with a small lock at her throat. Damn, she was
taken.

I
couldn’t take my eyes from her. Even from here I could see her flawless skin
and long legs, just made to wrap around a man’s hips. Her tits were more than
perfect and I could already feel them resting in my hands. God, to separate
those ass cheeks and sink inside. I would be a lucky man if her dom let her
play. If she was mine, I’d have trouble coming out from between her thighs from
sunset to sundown.

Her
long, brown hair shifted over her shoulders in waves of soft curls. When she
looked up, her eyes were an impossible shade of emerald.

She
met my eyes; longing, and what appeared to be lust, peered back at me. Completely
captivated, my balls tightened with delightful pain. She quickly turned away
but the one glance was all I needed. I had to have her.

The
lack of teasing in Damian’s voice surprised me.

“She’s
not for you and you don’t even want the Domme baggage that comes with her.”

Damian
had tracked my gaze and he could probably see the intense possessive look I
threw her way. His words finally registered and my heart sank. “She’s gay?”

“For
you, she is. Seriously, you don’t want to go there. Her Domme will kick your
ass.”

“What
about a short play session? I’ll give her back.”

“No.”

I
don’t think I’d ever heard Damian put that much force in one word and my eyes
snapped to his. I raised my hands, palms out. “Okay, I can live with it but
please introduce me to another shapely brunette so I can fantasize about this
one.”

Damian
laughed and the tension defused. “That I can do. Let’s check out the stations.”

Again,
I followed him, but my eyes strayed to the woman smiling at a couple and taking
their drink order. Her sensuous lips trembled slightly and I suddenly felt very
thirsty.

Angela…

His
presence filled the room. It was similar to Damian’s but somehow the smoldering
electrical current was just…more. I followed every sexy inch of his body when
he crossed the room and stopped about fifteen feet away. TROUBLE! He was the
epitome of what I needed to avoid.

I
knew this had to be Krispin Righteous, and I knew righteous trouble awaited me
if I got within arms distance. My heartbeat picked up and for a moment I
squeezed my eyes closed and counted to ten. Then, I purposely concentrated on
my job and refused to look. He was THE bad boy personified and the type who
took me to my lowest level. I’d been here before and if I fell into the
cavernous pit with him I would never manage to find my way out. Been there, done
that, have the t-shirt, and turned it into a rag to wipe my broken heart off
the floor again and again. Now the shirt was nothing more than stringy fibers.
I turned my thoughts to Mistress and even without her presence, she calmed me. I
pulled in a deep breath and without realizing it, looked over.

Our
eyes met. His went dark and my knees went weak. He was every bad boy rolled
into one. Fuck.

I
tore my gaze away. “What can I get you to drink?”

I
would finish my shift and then stay far, far away from the club until Mr.
Righteous was only a fading memory.

I
took the order to Kevin and refused to look into the giant mirror behind the
bar while he made the drinks. I focused on the carousel while it turned. The up
and down motion of the horses, unicorns, and brightly painted circus animals
soothed my nerves even more.

With
drinks in hand, I turned.

She
was always beautiful, but tonight her red hair was loose and splendid. Her
black boots ended just below her knees and black leather hot pants showed off
her shapely hips and lengthy legs. Her corset was red leather with black laces
holding it together on either side, showing large amounts of porcelain skin. A
gloved hand with finger holes reached my shoulder and her soft fingers kneaded my
tense muscles.

“What’s
upset you?”

Her
voice was soft, steady, but filled with a promise to beat the living shit out
of anyone who dared to cause me, her sub, distress. I loved her even more at
that moment. I couldn’t lie.

“It’s
the club’s famous visitor.” I didn’t say more.

“What
did he do?” Now she knew who she needed to beat the shit out of and her eyes
scanned the room looking for her target.

“He
did nothing… well,” I hesitated and then blurted, “He entered the room.”

Her
startled blue eyes turned back to me and I lowered my head. Her fingers lifted
my chin and I could see her sympathetic smile.

“He
has that effect. He sang a lullaby to Abigail tonight and I was putty in his
hands. Not good for me, but devastating for you. I think it would be best if I
introduced the two of you and you got the awkwardness over with.”