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Chapter 2: Lydia

Author: Holly S. Roberts
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"Angela, my sweet, our time is up. Thank you for sharing your beautiful body and giving me your pleasure. Come in early next week and I'll buy you a drink. I'd like to try a new scene and I think it will push you just a bit more." Looking up into the intense eyes watching me, I lean forward and take Angela's mouth. This time I put a bit more carnal movement into my lips. As if on cue, she responds instantly. I know better and I didn't mean to tease her, but Mr. Dominance shook me up.

I pull away from the kiss and gather the towel around her shoulders. "Get dressed and when you're ready to leave the club Raul will escort you to your vehicle." I put command in my voice so she hopefully won't consider defying me. The parking lot has no security to speak of. "I'll see you next week."

I assist her past Mr. Umm He Smells Delicious. Glancing out the door, my eyes find Raul, who is cleaning my area for the next scene. I give him my "you will be punished" look for not warning me about my visitor, but then I nod toward Angela so he can take over. Raul and I are a team and he knows Angela requires close attention after a scene. I shut the door when the two walk away.

My eyes skim slowly up the large, yummy male body standing before me. He's wearing black loafers, black pants, and a long-sleeved white dress shirt unbuttoned halfway down his remarkable chest. His muscles bulge beneath the shirt, which makes the entire package sexier. They aren't the over the top muscles of a competing body builder but with a little oil, he could make a statement. His skin is darker than a suntan would provide and I guess he has Native American, Hispanic, or another darker-skinned race somewhere in his bloodline. He's gorgeous. I've heard the rumors about him through the BDSM grapevine but seeing Damian in person is different. For the first time in years, my pussy yearns for action from a man at the club.

I'm non-club exclusive when I fuck, and it takes a lot of work to bring me over the edge. I have a feeling this man could do it without touching me. His dominance rolls off him in waves of pleasure pheromones. He's trouble and it doesn't help that he knows how insanely sexy he is. I'm sure he just blinks those luscious dark eyes and women drool as an orgasm rocks their world. I hope the saliva in my mouth stays where it is and I get through this without making a complete fool of myself.

When my eyes finally lock on his, he quirks his mouth slightly and I notice dimples that only make him more arresting. I bet he hates those dimples. Somehow, I manage to control my breathing. I'm not the best Domme in the state for nothing. My cool gaze meets his-one master to another.

"Mr. Collins, you've taken me by surprise. I thought I was clear in my refusal of your offer." Thought had nothing to do with it. I made myself very fucking clear. Even so, I decide to play nice for the moment.

His chocolate eyes pierce mine. "I was told you only fuck men." He is obviously holding back a grin, but he purposely lets his dimples flash in a well-practiced expression that must drive women crazy. I'm not just any woman, though. I have control from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I just need to convince my pussy to calm down, or dry up as the case might be.

My spine straightens as my resolve to resist his charm intensifies. "I don't discuss my sexual preferences with strangers," I scold him. Take that you sexy demon and smoke it in your penis pipe.

This time he smiles full out, his teeth pearly white and straight. His lips are so incredibly luscious I envy them. My knees weaken and my heart races. Years of hiding my own inadequacies make me stand tall in the face of Michelangelo's David. I am really in trouble, but I'll be damned if I allow him to see it.

His body stiffens and for the first time since he entered my domain, I see a flash of annoyance in his dark eyes. It's nice to know I can bend his impeccable control. His voice is as smooth as before. "I don't particularly care about your sexual preferences, but I paid a lot of money to find out what makes you tick and I wasn't expecting surprises." His voice changes and he allows a touch of irritation to enter it. "I can't say I'm thrilled to fly halfway across the country to handle what should have been a cut and dry deal you couldn't refuse. I'm not fond of the word 'no,' so here I am at this less-than-stellar establishment." He peers up at the rain-stained ceiling. It no longer leaks, but the evidence of the past makes it look as if the roof might cave in. His eyes zip back to mine. "Seeing it in person is far worse than the pictures my team provided. I'm at a complete loss about your reasons for refusing to work for me."

This is his Dom voice, and it's enough to snap me out of my lovesick fantasies of taking his hard cock in my mouth and making him moan. Years of practice help me control my emotions. Unfortunately, there's nothing I can do about the fire blazing in my eyes. My complexion turning from pale to red is the bane of light skin, freckles, and red hair that hangs in a single roped braid down my back. I have a Dom voice too and use it with every inflection required to make a sub shake in their invisible boots. "You've wasted your time for nothing," I snap. "There's absolutely no need for you to slum in my neck of the woods. My answer was final, is final. No!"

His expression remains intense and his eyes flash with enough fire to match mine. "Your boss feels differently," he tosses out.

"My boss can't afford to lose me." Johnny Ford knows I'm his bread and butter and I draw beginners and BDSM legends to his slimy-assed club. At five foot six and a hundred and forty pounds, I'm not small. It took years to turn my extra pounds into muscle. Those muscles can wield a whip to perfection. I have come to terms with my large framed body. Damn, Damian Collins makes me wish I were five two and built like Angela. Argh, the man is a devil as his name suggests. He needs to leave.

Damian's eyes relax and his lips quirk at the sides. He thinks he's won and I have no idea why. I'm afraid I'm about to learn, though. "Your boss has been well-compensated for your time and he's placed you at my disposal for the next thirty days."

Hot fury rushes through me and steam might actually pour from my ears, eyes, and nose. This Neanderthal is not buying me. No fucking way. "I am not for sale, Mr. Collins." Regardless of my flushed skin, my tone is glacial. "To you or by my ex-boss. Emphasis on ex." I storm across the room and, using the key I keep on top of the cabinet, I open my locker and retrieve my large personal bag. It holds my street clothes along with sub toys, but there is no way I'm changing here. If a cop stops me on my way home, he gets an eyeful and maybe I'll get out of a ticket. I don't see myself driving slowly and obeying the speed limit and I will pay the damn ticket if it comes to that.

Refusing to look at Mr. Dick on a Stick, I make sure I have everything that belongs to me. I won't be back and the sick feeling in my stomach along with my watery eyes only pisses me off more. I refuse to let it sway me and only have one goal before I leave. I will kick Johnny Ford in the balls like I should have done too many times to count.

I turn to the door but the cream-dream fantasy man in my office blocks the path, his back rests against the scarred wood with his arms crossed in such a... a dominant manner. "I'm taking you to dinner to discuss my proposal."

The arrogant ass. My eyes travel to the corner camera. It might be my private room but for safety reasons the cameras are essential. The problem is Johnny knew how I would react, and I can only guess the amount of money it took for him to give me up for a month. Damn him, he won't be sending a bouncer to get me out of my current predicament.

I have no choice and even with years of self-defense, I have little chance of removing my problem physically. His broad shoulders brush both sides of the doorframe. God, I love a large chest and a man who makes me feel small. Controlling my inner slut, I snap out of lust and into disgust. My only means of escape will happen after I leave this office.

I meet Mr. Dreamsicle's eyes. "Well, the answer to your proposal will still be no, but I would never refuse a free dinner." I can't hide all my irritation, but my voice drops a sexy notch. I'm a good actress.

His grin flashes again. He steps back and opens the door so I precede him. I do my best to not breathe as I scrape past him. Oh God, his spell. No, I do not like man smell and ham. I do not like them Lydia I am. The litany in my head actually calms me somewhat and I'm throwing these panties away as soon as I'm home. My pussy is betraying me and the panties will take the blame.

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