If any woman ever needed a spanking, it's this one. When she performed her little move on me, I wasn't expecting it and hit the ground before I could come up with a countermove. Yeah, I'm angry and that's never good.This is a lifestyle of choice. I've never before laid a hand on a woman who didn't want it. They might be afraid because a punishment spanking is no cake walk, but they voluntarily suffer the consequences for their actions. Punishing this woman, a dominant, goes against everything I believe in. She's driven me completely, certifiably insane, because I'm contemplating a fitting punishment.I have no idea what to do now. A dominant doesn't make threats he's unwilling to see through. I need to calm the fuck down. I've never been into choking but the thought of putting my hands around her throat is as pleasant as striking the palm of my hand across her ass.I wanted to see that very ass walk in front of me. I got more than I bargained for when Carl tossed her into the car. God
It took a naughty sub to discover what all the whispers in my club were about. She didn't want to tell me about the Domme in California who was attracting my expensive clientele."What's her name?" I asked after she finally surrendered.The tears sliding down her face were caused by me and the cane I had just used on the backs of her thighs. "I don't know her real name. They call her the fiery Domme," she answered with trembling lips.I loosened my grip on her hair and rubbed my thumb across those very same lips. "Why didn't you think you could tell me about her?" This is the question that's really bothered me. I keep my finger on the pulse of the BDSM community at all times. I'd known for weeks that something or someone was causing a stir. It wasn't an open whisper. It seems the subs have been playing on the side and didn't want the big bad Doms to know. There are no rules against this but it's odd. Once a sub makes a connection with a Dom, they usually ask for permission to play with
They drop me off at my car with a full stomach. Damian, as he insists I call him, stands in the parking lot watching me drive away. I head straight home. Samson needs his walk and I need to call Raul.I know exactly where I'm going and I know no dossier, no matter how detailed, will have the information. Mr. Brutish Bristles can eat my wet panties and choke on them. I open the door of my apartment and one hundred and fifty pounds of lovable Rottweiler bounces around like a toy poodle. Samson and Raul are my best friends. Both give me so much more than I can ever give them in return. Sam follows me to my bedroom, where I change into sweats and running shoes.My apartment is small, not in the best area, and the thin walls make it almost unbearable. The couple next door rocks their bed at all hours and I lay awake wondering what life would be like if I had a man in my life on a regular basis. My bedroom is little more than a closet with a double bed that practically touches both side wall
Anyone who knows me knows I play dirty when I want something, but bribing her friend was low even for me. She left me no choice, though. I had to get her to Club El Diablo and end this obsession.I make phone calls through the radio during the long, noisy ride home. Club El Diablo is a very small part of my empire. The El Diablo Hotel, where the club is located, is another. I work hard for what I have and I play harder. I'm in a dire mood when I arrive back at the hotel. I need relief from my perpetual state of blue balls Miss Simmons kept me in. I go straight to the penthouse and change into comfortable jeans and black boots. I have a private elevator, so I leave off my shirt. This is not my usual attire for the club, though there isn't really a dress code for Doms or Dommes. The clothes I have on say a sub is about to get her ass beat before I drive my dick into it as far as it will go.I take the elevator to my club office, pick up my play bag, and go in search of the poor little
I'm currently standing in my tiny kitchen glaring daggers at my ex-best friend. "You gave me up," I spit out with a snarl. I'm so angry and Raul is lucky I'm still speaking to him. Well not speaking exactly, I've been shouting for a good ten minutes.Raul is usually timid and his sudden backbone does not help his case. "If you stop yelling long enough to listen, I'll explain.""There is no explanation," I hiss. "You knew I had no desire to leave the MC. You knew I'd refused Mr. Cheating Skunk's offer several times and you knew we needed the fifty thousand dollars."Raul's hand comes out of his pocket and he shows me a white slip of paper. My eyes briefly pass over the deposit slip and I freeze before launching into my next tirade. I glance at the total again. Two hundred and eighty-six thousand dollars is clearly printed on the slip. I stare dumbfounded at Raul."Damian offered me two hundred and fifty grand to give up your location and now we have over two hundred and eighty grand
I jump slightly and turn. Damian's dimples flash, causing me to inhale sharply. The man, who can instantly make my panties wet is wearing black sweatpants, running shoes, and nothing else. He is holding a bottle of water. A fine sheen of sweat coats his amazing chest. Damian isn't bulked muscle like his driver. His muscle is defined and lean, the plains and valleys showing off his six-pack abs to perfection. I want to lick each trail of sweat and bite his nipples. If only he were submissive, I could arrange a scene and get his body out of my mind by spending time on each square inch. He did this to me on purpose and his all-knowing smirk proves it. To top it off, I remember I forgot to pack my damn vibrator."Is the club here in the hotel?" I ask desperately so I don't just stand here and stare like an idiot.He strides a few feet closer, causing my heartrate to accelerate. "So eager to begin working?" he asks in that slow, panty-melting drawl he's perfected.I don't know what to do
I'm a fool. I have no idea what it is about her. The last thing I should have done was lay all my cards on the table. I meant to keep things subtle and managed to blow that as soon as I saw her thanks to my hard dick. She brings out an intensity in me that I haven't felt in months. Hell, years.I have no scenes scheduled tonight. Maybe I can catch up on paperwork. I enter my office and the first thing I notice is the folder that contains Lydia's background check. Against my better judgement, I flip through it again. The pictures do her no justice. I told the truth when I said she wasn't the most beautiful woman I know. She is the most striking, though. There's also something else I can't pinpoint and all I can do is re-read her file.I'm reassured of one thing by the time I've read it again-Lydia has a gambling fetish. It's what made me offer her a wager in the first place. I never wager against something I can't win. Not her. She enjoys the endorphins winning against the odds releas
My hands shake when I open the door after hearing a soft knock. Raul and Carl stand waiting. Raul's whistle makes me blush.His eyes travel over my ensemble several times. "Wow, Chiquita, I so want to play.""It's Mistress to you," I snap in my Domme voice. It's time for the show and I won't take any shit from Raul for the rest of the night. He knows I won't discipline him but I have no problem finding someone who will."Yes, Mistress." I hear the smile in his voice, the jerk.I turn to Carl. "Are my personal items set up?""Yes," he replies and I arch an eyebrow.Raul answers next. "I made sure everything is the way you like but my work was overseen, Mistress." His voice now holds a touch of disgruntlement, which I ignore. Now is not the time nor place for an open discussion about Damian's spying."Let's do this," I say with a flick of my braid. I'll never really be ready for tonight and I just want it over with. Or at least that's how a part of me feels. The other half, that d