Loving Two Doms (Club El Diablo) (8 page)

“Come for me, baby. I want to hear you.”

She couldn’t hold back her moans any longer. A surge of indescribable need centered at the thrust of his cock and his knowing fingers. Her sensitized clit throbbed with every calloused touch until waves of release pulsed through her pussy and she screamed.

***

He held her again, running his fingers through her hair.

She was so tired, but didn’t want this amazing night to end. “Thank God I’m not working tomorrow—I probably won’t be able to walk.”

“I’m counting on it.” He tugged gently on her hair. “If I can stay the night, I need to make a phone call.”

Her mind flashed to the phone call she received from her last boyfriend’s wife, and she suddenly tried to extricate herself from his embrace.

His arms tightened. “Hey, stay still and talk to me. I’m asking to stay tonight only.”

He’d misinterpreted her response. “You said you were single.”

He remained quiet for a moment and she dreaded his reply, but his voice softened into a teasing whisper. “I need to let my roommate know I won’t be back tonight. He worries like a woman.”

She exhaled with relief. “Really? You have a roommate?”

“Yes, we work together and we’ve been best friends for years. My cell’s in the side pocket of my bag, if you want to grab it for me.”

“You just want to watch me walk across the room.”

“That too.”

She stood from the bed, feeling bereft without his embrace, and walked over and grabbed his phone. When she returned to the bed, he pulled her back beside him and curled his large body around hers.

“Are you ever going to let me turn off the lights?” A sleepy yawn escaped her.

“Eventually.” He hit speed dial and waited.

From her proximity she heard a deep male voice answer after several rings. “Now I’m truly jealous.” She thought the voice sounded more melancholy than jealous.

Matt laughed. “You should be. I won’t be back until sometime tomorrow.”

“When do I get to meet her?”

“After we return next week.”

“Fine, but I’m kicking you out if you start giving me explicit details.”

“I know you want a step-by-step picture book, but it’s not going to happen.”

“You pig.”

Jewel couldn’t help it and started laughing.

“Is that her?”

“Yes, and I need to go so I can punish her for laughing.”

“Give her a kiss for me.”

“Not on your life. She’s all mine tonight.”

“Bastard.” The phone disconnected.

Jewel rolled a little so she could see his face. “He sounds like a really good friend.”

“The best.”

“I’m sorry for how I reacted.”

His hand smoothed over her arm and back. “We don’t know each other that well… yet.”

“Tell me something about yourself.” Her eyes closed and she snuggled closer.

“Just a minute.” He rose from the bed and walked around the room shutting off the lights before climbing back into bed and pulling the thin sheet over them.

“Now you turn the lights off?”

“Easier to talk.”

She knew he grinned in the dark. “So tell me.”

“I play the guitar.”

His heartbeat thrummed a steady rhythm against her ear. “I love the guitar, but I’ve never played one. Are you any good?”

“Reasonably. My parents forced violin lessons on me when I was a child. I took what I knew from that and switched to guitar when I was a teen.”

“Violin?” That surprised her.

“I’ll play for you sometime. My Jean Sibelius concerto makes the girls cry.”

Her fingers ran across his chest until he grabbed her hand and stilled it. She took a frustrating breath. “Do you sing?”

“Occasionally.”

Her next words just slipped out. “I love your sexy voice.”

He nuzzled her neck and whispered across her skin, “I want to fuck you.”

***

She looked around her small apartment and wondered if she could make it to the bathroom without waking him.

“I’m already awake.”

She smiled and closed her eyes. “How did you know what I was thinking?”

“It’s the morning after and it’s what I’m usually thinking.” He pulled her tighter against his side.

“Usually?”

He ignored her question. “I’d like to spend the day with you.”

She was so in love. “Okay. What do you want to do?”

“How about the aquarium?”

“Seriously?”

“Is that a yes?” He sounded hopeful.

“Yes. I’ve never been.”

“Are you making me muffins for breakfast?”

“It heats up the apartment.” She laughed at the disappointment that flashed in his eyes. “I’ll make some at the diner and feed you there.”

“You’d really go in on your day off just to make me muffins?”

“I need to keep up your strength.”

His sexy laugh fluttered across her skin.

Chapter Eight

Stephon

Matt’s phone call didn’t dull Stephon’s jealousy, and hearing Jewel’s silky laugh in the background made him crave what Matt had even more. Stephon always thought they’d find the perfect woman together, but now realized it was a stupid assumption. He’d felt Matt’s unease for weeks… maybe months, and knew he’d missed Matt’s signals. Matt was ready to settle down, and because Stephon didn’t like change, he might lose Matt’s friendship and the bond they shared with ménage sex. It was unfair to Matt that he was Stephon’s buffer with women. Matt would never let Stephon go too far with a submissive and it gave Stephon the ability to push without the fear of losing control.

The tension behind Stephon’s eyes let him know he was on the verge of one of his episodes, and if he didn’t relieve some stress his fury would erupt. Giving a low sarcastic laugh, he knew the word “episode” didn’t come close to describing the simmering rage that hid below the surface. A head shrink once told him he suffered PTSD and that was the last time Stephon entered a psychiatrist’s office. Putting some collect-all name to his emotional instability since the Gulf War didn’t make him feel better. Three things did: music, control, and pain.

Pain came in many forms, and enough lucid thought remained that Stephon found himself at the hotel gym. He stayed on the treadmill for an hour and then hit the weights. He breathed with the steady motion, but couldn’t stop the flood of pain-filled thoughts, so he got back on the treadmill and ran until his muscles screamed. And then he ran some more. By the time he made his way to bed, his anger simmered at a tolerable level. He lay in bed trying to put a face to Jewel’s laugh, but nothing was quite right. He eventually fell into a restless sleep only to hear her laugh again and again in his dreams.

Matt

He walked into the suite at six thirty that evening only to discover a game of strip poker in full progress. Angela sat in her underwear, if you could call the skimpy piece of lace underwear. Krispin was fully dressed, but Stephon was down to his boxers and socks. Wade, Krispin’s personal assistant and go-to man, was shirtless, but at least had pants on.

“Thank God I didn’t bring Jewel back to the room. She’d have run out kicking and screaming.”

Stephon didn’t turn his head. “I’m sure she’d take one look at Krispin and drop at his feet,” he said with a humorless laugh and tipped his can of root beer in Matt’s direction.

Still no eye contact.

Angela looked between Matt and Stephon with a touch of trepidation. “Hey, I want to like this woman.”

Stephon’s voice sounded no less annoyed when he spoke directly to Angela, “You’ll probably meet her before I do.”

Matt ran his hand through his hair. “You let him have root beer?” he said as a joke because the band was clean of alcohol and drugs.

Krispin shook his head. “He’s on his third. I’m taking him to AA with me next week.”

The can crinkled in Stephon’s grip as he stood from the table. He then walked into his bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

Krispin’s annoyance came through loud and clear. “Fix this, Matt. We have four gigs this weekend and don’t need the drama.” He started packing the chips away.

Matt looked between the three of them, their irritation obvious. “I’ll take care of it.”

“Good.” This time Wade spoke up.

Matt crossed to the bedroom and entered, making a point to softly close the door.

Stephon lay on the bed with his forearm over his eyes. “I’m making an ass of myself, aren’t I?”

He seldom saw the uncontrolled side of Stephon. The man practically dripped dominance and self-assurance, even if Matt knew it was an illusion and covered a pain darker than most people could imagine. He needed to talk Stephon down. “She’s perfect for us.”

“I’m so eaten up with jealousy I can’t see straight.”

“I’d be the same way, though probably worse.”

Stephon’s arm slipped from his eyes and he sounded completely defeated. “Sleep in here tonight and tell me all about her.”

“And watch you jack off to the details?”

Stephon sat up and pinpointed Matt with his stare. “I think I deserve it.”

Matt took a deep breath. “Yeah, you probably do.”

“Go down to the club with me first. Damian set me up with a Dom who likes to get rough. I need a little aggression worked out of me.”

Matt released his breath with a long sigh. Being a true sadomasochist, Stephon’s need for pain was as strong as his need to give it. Matt liked a little slap and tickle, but when it came to giving or taking pain at the level Stephon needed, he was incapable. Delaying didn’t help his friend, and it was never good when Stephon made arrangements for a session. “Let’s go.”

“I need to shower and change, though I’m sure my socks and underwear make me look cute.”

Matt let out a low laugh. “There’s nothing sexy about your damn Joe Jock look.”

As musicians, there was no remark as low as a jock reference.

“You’ll pay for that later.” A smile finally tipped Stephon’s lips.

***

The club was crowded for a Monday night. He and Stephon watched the subs on the carousel for a minute then walked around and checked out a few scenes. Kyle, the Dom recommended by Damian, was in the back farthest play area administering a three-foot single tail on a writhing woman. A collared sub kneeled to the side of the alcove and watched closely.

The woman taking the beating sobbed loudly, but Kyle continued to make her dance.