Chapter 112: Krispin

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,"