Mister Distraction (Distraction #2) (29 page)

“I don’t want anyone to know where she is. Alex, she’s running from something, or someone, and I don’t want anyone to find her. Please, don’t talk to her about it either.” My voice grew a little louder than the whisper we were using, and she began to stir in my arms. I shot Alex a pleading look and then closed my eyes, focusing on the precious creature in my lap and the song coming from the hidden speakers in the walls. I started singing to her, directly into her hair. She relaxed immediately, and I followed suit. Alex had disappeared when I opened my eyes, but a fresh beer sat in front of me, next to a bottle of water.

I thought about Alex’s description of her father. The thing was, domination was a tricky fetish. The years of being around dominating men and women allowed me to study them, and it made me view them more like different breeds of the same animal. They all had the same general need, but how or when they went about it was completely different. Some Doms only practiced at the club, some all the time, and some weren’t really Dom’s at all. They liked harsher sex, and they wanted to pretend just during the sexual act. Alex was that kind. He never hurt women, but group sex, and the nasty, pin-me-down fuck was his style. That was why he never went for Bettina. He just wasn’t into the punishment part.

There could have been many reasons her father did what he did that night to his wife. She was playing, toying with him by talking with Alex in a club designed for domination. If she was smart, like most subs were, that was it. It could have also been Katarina’s father teaching Alex not to talk to someone who was not given permission to speak. He said he only spanked her when Alex got close, which told me it was for Alex, and not for his blindfolded wife. So the rougher and crazier the strike seemed to be, the more he controlled Alex, taught him to stay away, and apparently, he was successful. Katarina’s father was the best kind of Dom, always aware of his surroundings and in complete possession of what was his. What Alex didn’t know was that Katarina’s mother loved him like that. She loved his hands on her, and any way she could get his attention, she did. I studied the dynamics for years, and the punishments differed, but the results were always the same. As for Luke, Katarina’s brother, well he must like to have sex with beautiful naked women. How could you hate him for that?

Trevin and Alex walked back over to chat before we said goodbye. The conversation focused on the new drama in the club, which I found slightly entertaining, mainly because it didn’t include me. Trevin briefed me on Red, telling me he hasn’t been coming in like he used to. He also told me Red and Brad were thinking about opening another club down south, in San Diego maybe. Katarina stirred, but I wasn’t ready to release my hold on her yet. She was more insistent with her movements, so I eased her onto the seat next to me. She grabbed my hand without hesitation, making me gaze in her direction. Her eyes were slightly puffy and she blinked continuously, trying to bring the two men at the table into focus. Katarina wasn’t clingy at all, but in this place she was attached to me, urgent for my contact. I liked it, but it was important to me that she was never nervous when I could do something about it.

“These are my friends, Alex and Trevin. This is Katarina.” She did a cute little wave when I introduced her, denying Trevin a simple handshake. Her eyes slowly traced his face, and then she broke into a fit of giggles. My heart started to beat fast at the sound, and an instant smile graced my usually hard face.

“Something funny?” Her shaky finger pointed at his face and I looked closely. Pride filled me from head to toe. My princess fought hard. He appeared to have several large scratch marks, and a nice-sized, shiny fat lip.

“She’s laughing at my face. Not cool.” Trevin stuck his lip out.
WTF? Was he pouting?
I leaned in to see how much damage my rabbit had caused.

“You did that?” I focused all my attention on her. I put my most passive face on, but she couldn’t hide her self-delight.

“Yep.”

I burst out laughing. She was funny about the whole thing. Her head bobbed and her eyes were full of life. All of it made me laugh. Hard.

I let Trevin in on the little fact that she was a self-defense expert, but she quickly uncovered that lie, crinkling her tiny nose in the process. She told him that she couldn’t stand being touched or pretending to get attacked. Both men instantly locked eyes with me, concerned. I knew who I was, and so did my friends at the club, but if I could help it, Katarina would never know. I settled back in my seat, not dropping my eyes for theirs. Silence broke across the table, and Katarina’s movement made me catch her dark blues. I calmed immediately, and my grin was meant to relax her. Katarina’s snobby voice was music to my ears.

“Well…it was nice to meet you both.” My smile deepened, her eyes firmly attached to mine. She was horny, and her appetite was directed at me. She turned quickly towards them and nodded her head firmly, like she’d done it a million times, indicating it was time for them to leave.

“See how she does that, dismisses us?” Alex’s voice was full of disbelief and resentment, but Katarina was immune to it, or simply couldn’t care less.

“I know there are some lucky ladies out there with your names on them.” She did a flick of her wrist. In any other place, it would cause people to leave out of embarrassment, but here, her actions were considered disrespectful. If it had been me on the other side of that little flick, she might have been escorted out by her hair. The men glared at me when they left the table, their anger palpable, but I didn’t invite her
here. She didn’t know the rules, so any discipline I enforced would only harm her trust in me and not reinforce good behavior.

“Subtle.” I laughed again. This was who she was and how she dealt with people.

Katarina snuggled closer, telling me how much she liked it when we were alone. I felt the same. The world was perfect in her bubble. I relished my time surrounded by her safe walls. She asked about the club and I was truthful. This whole place was addictive. I was a king, could have any lady I wanted, any
way
I wanted. I continued, letting her know the darkness was why I left. I was thankful to my dad for encouraging me to be a veterinarian, or I might have ended up stuck here in the abyss of darkness. She caught me off guard when she asked me if that was why I still had my membership. I had forgotten Bettina’s big mouth, and I didn’t answer her question, but I knew there were probably more questions to follow. Instead, I focused on the reason I became a Dom in the first place.

“When I was younger, there was this girl. I was in a terrible place and she gave me advice. It was simple, and I followed it. She told me to pretend.” My eyes penetrated hers, willing her to remember that she was that young girl. “I was young, and I thought that my life and the people around me were invincible. The truth is, you have no control over the end of your life. The control happens during, so I…” I couldn’t tone down my intense and desperate voice. She was growing uncomfortable, shifting her eyes and smoothing her very short, tight dress. I finished, “…pretended to have total control over life, not focusing on the end part. It worked until about a few years ago, and I was a pretty solid asshole by then. The pretending was easy, and controlling others came naturally, but the constant need to pretend this was who I was started slipping.” I observed the scared rabbit emerge, and a pain in my chest followed. She started organizing the items on the table. I knew she was listening, but her frightened, delicate hands busied themselves. When her hands had completed the job of making the table perfect, I grabbed them gently, calming her whole body. Her breathing increased, but not out of pleasure. It was pure fear. My hands on hers were light, and I began tracing small circles with my thumb to calm her. It was interesting;
stern, intimidating looks didn’t frighten her, and loud voices and rough movements did nothing, but the thought of remembering the past and an intense look of understanding had her unhinged, panicked.

“The advice to pretend, that’s great advice. The girl, whoever she was, sounds like she understood your pain.” I rested my face in the palm of my hands, peering at her through my fingers. How could I expect her to remember a night nine years ago, when I could hardly remember it myself?

Katarina wouldn’t let the club go. She wanted to know why I left. It seemed so obvious to me. I did my best to explain her importance in my life from the very beginning. Her light was the reason why I ran so fast from the dark. She was the reason why I chose the sex therapy treatment. I went over the night before she bought me the coffee in detail. I started with Bettina and Red having sex at the club, and how he called her trash when he finished. I finished with Bettina kicking Bo and the police taking her away. Katarina was a great listener, and when I was done her eyes were sparkling because of the extra water she was determined to hold inside them. She suggested a hobby to replace all of this, but I could only think of her naked body, and how bad I needed to be inside it. She was my new pleasure pastime, and I would do anything she suggested, as long as she was with me. I scooped her in my arms, embracing her tightly and told her exactly that.

We left after that, and I led her with my hand on the small curve of her back through the quiet club. People still wandered throughout, and she smacked me playfully as I noticed twins who were naked from the waist up. I immediately grabbed her hand, crushing it with force, and her eyes snapped to mine. There was something about this place, and as playful as she was, I wouldn’t tolerate her hitting me in here. Our gaze was locked, and my firm glare told her how serious I was. She licked her lips delicately, waiting me out.
Good girl
. The world around us stopped, and she and I were in a face-off. My tightly gripped hand loosened on hers, and a small curve lifted on one side of her lips. Again, she waited patiently for my next move and I rewarded her with my sex-filled smile, the one reserved only for her. She was perfect for me. She read my moods perfectly, read my body perfectly, and most of all,
she was calm and completely trusted me. I would always look at naked women.
I wouldn’t be a man if I didn’t, right?
I tugged on her arm as I wove further through the straggling crowd. Her fingers stiffened, and then slightly went limp. I was losing her to her thoughts.

I stopped, whipped around, and immediately took her mouth. She didn’t fight, but it was different. There was less emotion, and less lust. Her mind was occupied, and I would spend all night kissing her until she stopped thinking, until I had my sex-hungry princess back. I tangled my hands in her soft black hair, holding her face at my mercy, and continued my unhurried, deliberate kissing. It only took seconds before I felt her body change as passion and desire traveled through her. She tasted so good that I openly drank her in. It surprised me to think that
I
could kiss her for days. She eased her leg over my hip as her hot tongue caressed mine. My hand left her hair, slipped under her short dress, and rested on the round globe of her ass. I contemplated taking her right there. With little effort, I could move her lacy panties to the side and give us both what we so desperately needed. But I couldn’t do that to her. There was a chance that others recognized her, and I loved her too much to taint anything between us.
What the hell was I saying?
I battled with myself as the heat spiraled between us. Her moans filled my mouth, and her hips grinded into me. Maybe I could let her get off on me. Her mouth was growing hungrier, her hips starting to gyrate more rhythmically against my hard-on, so I pulled away. Her heavy-lidded blue eyes flickered at me, and that one look had my dick twitching.

“You are so fucking perfect.” I ran my thumb over her swollen, wet bottom lip, and I felt her body shudder against mine. I was in so much trouble with her. She already owned my heart and my body. I pleaded with my eyes for her to never leave me. I laced my fingers through hers, the sensitive skin between our fingers giving me a slight spark of pleasure. I led her to the elevator, nodding at all the regulars who all held looks of shock on their faces, which I found comical in a sex bar.

Chapter Nineteen