Home / Romance / Club el Diablo / Chapter 3: Damian

Share

Chapter 3: Damian

Author: Holly S. Roberts
last update Last Updated: 2024-10-29 19:42:56
Why am I here? I've asked myself this question since my plane landed in California. This woman is driving me insane. I wake up almost nightly from dreams where my fingers are caught in her incredible hair, her head tipped back, and my lips a whisper from hers. My hard-on pulses to some unknown beat that only this woman orchestrates.

I'm Damian Collins. I have everything-more money than I could spend in several lifetimes, friends who support me, and women to dominate and fulfil my every fantasy. Actually, it's a dangerous combination. The amount of personal wealth I've amassed means the world is my playground and I can buy anything, and I mean anything. I have a friend who fights against human sex trafficking because of men in my situation who don't hold themselves to higher principles.

The flurries of Mistress Lydia entered my private world and I've been on a mission since. I admit I was only intrigued at first. Then, I wanted her working for me. Now, for the damnedest reason, I just want her. It makes no sense and this type of obsession is dangerous.

Hell.

Seeing her kiss the sub sent a wave of jealousy trough me. I'm never fucking jealous. I have over twenty photos of Lydia, collected by my private investigator, while she's in the club and when she's away from it. I've stared at them for hours trying to figure out what it is about her that makes me want her so much. Meeting her in person only proves that every Goddess rumor is true. Her reputation as a beautiful dominant who can bring almost anyone to their knees is also true and I resent the fact that I want to drop to mine. This isn't me. I put the gear shift in control freak and I dominate, period.

Oh, I've played the other card because a true dominant needs to understand what it means to give up control. I wasn't very good at it then and I wouldn't be now. Even for her. So why the hell do I want her?

Female dominants have it hard enough. I know this and have seen it with my own eyes. They aren't taken seriously in so many circles. This woman breathes exactly who and what she is. So, again, why the fuck is my cock hard and my brain begging for a chance to slip my dick in between her hot lips?

My thoughts return to the sub who left. I'm a man. Two women kissing is fucking sexy or at least usually it is. I wanted to tear that little subby away, rest my head in Lydia's lap, and grind her lips down against mine. The second kiss Lydia gave the sub didn't matter. That was for show. And why did Lydia feel the need to show me anything?

I read the contempt in her eyes. I also see something else. I would be stupid to consider it desire. So what the hell is it? I can't believe she gave in this easily. I inhale deeply as she walks by. My cock chimes in with a sudden jolt at her scent. Sweat and desire are mixed with a unique fragrance that is hard to place. They say the sense of smell is the last to go. I will never forget this combination and will fucking jack off to the memory as soon as I have the chance.

"After you, Lydia," I say when she hesitates to enter the club proper. I want to see her ass. I want to imagine driving my cock deep and listening to her moan. I want to think the scent of desire she carries is for me. I just plain fucking want this woman.

***

Lydia

I keep my office brighter than the low-to-no light in the main part of the club. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust after I walk in. Unfortunately, this isn't a good thing. I often think blindness would be better than looking at these crappy surroundings. The darkness does nothing to hide the sleazy atmosphere.

I figure Johnny shopped at the BDSM equivalent of a garage sale or he gathered donations off curbsides where people hoped someone could benefit from their castoffs. Slimy surroundings go hand in hand with my slimy ex-boss.

I'm finished with putting up with his shit and finished wondering why I stay. He basically sold me. I don't care if we have a working relationship-nothing I've done would give him the audacity to think he could sell my time. But he did, the bastard.

Damian doesn't touch me as I walk past, but he uses his large frame to crowd my body on purpose. The man has nerve and entirely too much alpha sex appeal. I cast an angry glare at a group of subs sitting on a garish couch with their mouths hanging open while they watch the man behind me. Too bad I won't be around to give a little discipline. I notice one of my regulars, Molly, sitting with them. Like a good sub, she keeps her eyes down. She's pretty and overweight by about fifty pounds. I'm sure she wouldn't make it past the door of Mr. Edible's exclusive, ultra-rich, private club. If I still weighed over two hundred pounds, I wouldn't be in this stupid predicament. Mr. Crocodile Teeth would want nothing to do with me. Maybe I'll eat a cherry tart tonight. Hell, maybe I'll eat two.

I take a deep breath and as much as I hate to admit it, I am pissed at being forced to leave this smelly, seedy place that is my second home. It's where I can be myself and not worry that I'm too brash for a woman or even too smart. The club might be the sleazy equivalent of a porn arcade but it holds all the memories of finding my niche in this world.

Out of the corner of my eye, I catch sight of Johnny. I turn toward him, but a strong hand wraps around my forearm. Electricity pulses across my skin. Damian's hand is hot and dry on my sweaty flesh. He not so gently leads me away from the hairy balls that need my knee. "I'd like a word with my boss," I say while trying to unobtrusively pull away. The subs are watching and the fact only pisses me off more.

"No." His fingers tighten. "And if you cause a scene I'll pick you up and carry you over my shoulder. Your choice." His words leave no way to misinterpret the meaning. He's using his Dom voice too.

I come to a sudden stop and his grasp on my arm actually hurts. I look up into the dark eyes that hold a promise-he would enjoy my humiliation. No one tops me outside of my bedroom. This Neanderthal Romeo can't know that. He has no idea what my sexual peculiarities are. He only knows I'm dominant. Why does he think he can control me? I'm completely fed up and if Johnny is getting rid of me and won't send backup to help, I need to handle this myself.

Using my body, I step into Mr. Deluxe Dimples, and in perfect textbook Self Defense 101, I grab his arm, tip my shoulder, and bend at the waist. Taking another step in, I twist and lean to the side sending Mr. Tall, Dark, and Airborne flying. The entire move takes less than two seconds. Before he makes a solid thump against the cheap carpet, I'm heading out the front door just daring the bouncers to stop me.

I clear the entrance, debating if now is a good time to run. I'm not concerned about what's ahead of me-I'm terrified by what I left behind. I cast a quick look over my shoulder.

"Are you Ms. Simmons?"

Shit. I can't help my startled squeal. Two hundred and fifty pounds of double trouble stands before me leaning against a black limousine. I am so fucking screwed. At that moment, Mr. Maniac comes through the door. His dimples are no longer on display. I'm guessing he didn't enjoy looking like a fool in front of a bunch of subs.

His voice is deadly. "If she gets away, you're fired."

There isn't time to run because ham hocks wrap tightly around my arms and lift me off the ground.

"Toss her in the back seat," Mr. Airborne snaps.

"You son of a bitch, this is kidnapping," I yell. It's not like anyone will notice, but I'm too upset to think past what's happening. I'm scared and it pisses me off more if that's even possible. I kick my foot back and Mr. Muscleman Number Two lets out a grunt.

The car door opens and a not-so-gentle hand pushes me between my shoulder blades. I'm wearing knee-high black boots and a short black leather mini skirt with a red thong beneath. My knees hit the side of the limo and I fall forward with my ass in the air. A solid hand slaps down across my displayed cheeks and I scramble inside. I crawl to the far corner and sit on the same aforementioned body part.

I am beyond furious and like many women would be, even a dominant one, I'm at the point of tears. Things are not pretty when I cry. Biting my tongue finally causes enough pain to hold back the emotion. I think about screaming at the top of my lungs to release the panic eating me alive but Mr. Moron and his muscle-bound sidekick would only get pleasure out of my loss of control.

The front door of the car slams and we immediately roll forward, picking up speed as we turn out of the parking lot. I catch a quick glimpse of Raul rushing out the door and watching the tail end of my kidnapping. I turn my head toward my nemesis. If this is his idea of a job interview, he's insane.

I have repeatedly turned down the offers to work at Club El Diablo even though it's the most exclusive private sex club in the country. Raul thinks I'm a fool but at the MC, I run things my way. I choose my subs based on my needs and theirs. I also understand that poor self-esteem brings many men and women into this lifestyle. I meet the desires of the needy and I put up with fast-fingered Johnny because the MC fills an empty hole inside of me.

I want nothing to do with slapping my whip against the asses of the rich and lazy who think their shit doesn't stink. I sit in my corner of the limo fuming for about sixty seconds.

"Where are you taking me?" I finally demand grudgingly.

He doesn't immediately answer. A typical Dom response-build the tension and let the little sub know who's in charge. I grit my teeth and breathe deeply through my nose to control myself.

I can't see his dark eyes in the shadowed back seat, but his tone when he speaks sends shivers down my spine. "My plan was to take you to dinner, but quite truthfully I'm now thinking my private suite would be the best place to put you across my knee and redden the rest of your sweet ass."

I inhale sharply, unable to keep the sound from escaping. Damn, my panties will start leaking soon. They're barely a scrap of material as it is. I'll leave a huge wet spot on the car seat and Mr. Beckoning Balls will see exactly what he does to me.

I sit up straight and clench my fists so hard I know my fingernails will leave marks on my palms. "You seem to have me mistaken for one of your subs. If you think you can beat me into accepting your job offer, you'll be disappointed."

Related chapters

  • Club el Diablo   Chapter 4: Damian

    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

  • Club el Diablo   Chapter 5: Damian

    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

  • Club el Diablo   Chapter 6: Lydia

    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

  • Club el Diablo   Chapter 7: Damian

    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

  • Club el Diablo   Chapter 8: Lydia

    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

  • Club el Diablo   Chapter 9: Lydia

    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

  • Club el Diablo   Chapter 10: Damian

    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

  • Club el Diablo   Chapter 11: Lydia

    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

Latest chapter

  • Club el Diablo   Chapter 210: Machala

    I claimed he wasn't romantic, but Luke proved me wrong.He had something special planned for our one month wedding anniversary. I was currently strapped to a chair in the playroom, a scarf covering my eyes. Luke's hand gently moved my hair aside. Or, I thought it was Luke, but when the fingers moved up over my jaw a different scent filled me."Hi, beautiful girl," Wade said as he kissed my cheek. "I'm here to fuck you dry."An electric thrill ran over every inch of flesh on my body and I shivered."She's been a naughty girl all day. For some reason she seems to think I should have spoiled her surprise and told her you'd be joining us." Luke spoke from behind me. He reached around and pinched my nipples. "Untie her and we'll move her to a more accommodating location. You haven't seen her pretty pussy piercing."Luke loved calling it that. It usually had me laughing, but he squeezed my nipples again and I sucked in a quick breath. Wade unclipped me from the chair, leaving my wrist a

  • Club el Diablo   Chapter 209: Machala

    Two nights later, my dream was back. My sister watched me from the mirror. She spoke, but I couldn't understand. I made a grab for her hand as it turned to dust beneath my fingers. She swept away on the wind and I couldn't breathe."Shh, babe, breathe." It was Luke.He rolled us so I was on my back, his lips against mine, with his hand at my throat. He added pressure and I froze until he eased his fingers back. His cock entered me. He restricted my breathing again and again until I came so hard my toes curled."Tell me about Vachala," he said after rolling over so I lay on top of him.I hadn't spoken freely about my sister since she disappeared. I had told the private investigators details about our location in India when my mother sold her, but they never asked anything personal. Bittersweet thoughts of her poured into my mind. "She would run so fast she'd trip constantly. She always beat me in any race. I cried and she laughed. I think she was a demon in disguise. The only way an

  • Club el Diablo   Chapter 208: Machala

    I'm sure people had horrible night terrors and handled them better than I did. Saying mine aloud made them feel inconsequential. "A mirror or the reflection from water. I see me-starving, skeletal, always trying to say something. I fade to dust and I realize it isn't really me. It's Vachala." A calmness was settling over me. For years I kept this hidden. My father never knew. My mother died with me hating her, but more than that I hated my weakness. Even now I couldn't find a way to forgive myself. My mother should have chosen Vachala and left me to die. I used pain to prove I was strong. The more the better.I rolled over in Luke's arms and faced him. "I don't know why I can't breathe when I wake up. I know when I was hospitalized, I couldn't breathe. That was the last time I saw her." I could picture her so easily because whenever I looked in a mirror, she was there. "We were only babies, but that bond is unbreakable. I imagined her holding my hand for years. I could feel her soft f

  • Club el Diablo   Chapter 207: Luke

    I had her back in the waist belt and her hands attached in front of her when I walked her into the bathroom. I'd had everything ready. She saw what waited and stopped."Don't worry. This is only a mild cleansing, no cramping or pain. Bend over."Tears filled her eyes."Come on, girl, it looks worse than it is.""Please, Luke." She looked down at the floor and I saw a tear roll from the end of her nose."'Please, Luke' is not your safeword. Lift your leg onto the toilet seat or I'll use a different solution."She lifted her leg and I could see her knees trembling. I inserted the enema nozzle and she jerked as if the solution had hot pepper in it. Actually, I used a bit of peppermint along with a mild soap and warm water; it wouldn't hurt at all. I opened the valve. "Hold it in. I'll tell you when you can relieve yourself." Her tears turned to soft hiccups. I really thought she'd cave by now, but her stubborn brain was blocking her desire to end the humiliation. I moved her to the

  • Club el Diablo   Chapter 206: Luke

    Machala was asleep, her breathing deep and even. I sat down beside her and transferred our lunch to the nightstand. I moved pillows beneath her head after loosening the straps at her wrists. I went into the bathroom and soaked a washcloth in warm water. I hadn't left any cuts on the front of her body, but welts covered her. After running the cloth over each welt, I rubbed ointment into her skin.She woke up when I loosened her wrists, but waited until I finished with the ointment before speaking. "I can't do it, Luke. You're wasting your time." Her dejection came through in each soft word.I slowly removed the blindfold so she could see my eyes. She squinted into the light before her gaze settled on mine. "I love you. It's not something you walk away from. I can't watch you suffer alone. Sharing your terror may not help, but I'll be there and I'll know the worst. I've imagined so many things and each one causes me sleepless nights. You have no idea the abuse I've imagined. I only wan

  • Club el Diablo   Chapter 205: Luke

    The lies she lived with couldn't continue. I refused to allow her to destroy herself. She barely slept and I wasn't as stupid as the first time she stayed with me. Then, I missed the small nuances that showed how exhausted she was. That would never happen again. And now something set her off without lack of sleep involved. Some trigger that no one but she understood. I couldn't fucking help her if she wouldn't talk to me. All my frustration from months ago came rising to the surface. I imagined her as a young child being raped, beaten, or both. I couldn't stand the pictures in my head... the unknown.I wrapped rubber bands tightly around the ends of the sticks, securing them together. Machala's breasts were hanging freely over the bench, which made clamping the sticks on her nipples easy. The rubber bands applied the pressure so her nipples squeezed between the lacquered wood. When I put them on, she stopped struggling and speaking. I grabbed the sticks in the middle between her breas

  • Club el Diablo   Chapter 204: Machala

    I couldn't hold back the tears and he stopped moving. "No, don't, Luke. Fuck me hard, please."He did. I have no idea how much noise we made and I'm surprised the door didn't cave. He pulled my hair until I thought he would leave me bald, and when that didn't work, he rammed two fingers in my ass. No lube and it hurt but... it took me over the edge and I cried out as my body crashed. I was crying, but pulling air into my lungs."Shh," he whispered against my ear.I knew he suspected I was crazy. Hell, I was the ice queen. No panic attacks allowed for me. "I'm so sorry." My forehead rested against his chest. His cock was still inside me."You shouldn't be. Having my very own fuck bunny during practice is something I plan on growing accustomed to."He was attempting to change the mood. I shouldn't let him, but I desperately wanted to forget my near out of control disaster. We cleaned up in the bathroom. Luke took special care of my piercing. He'd explained about condoms for the firs

  • Club el Diablo   Chapter 203: Luke

    We woke up after seven-much later than a usual Monday morning. I could tell by her breathing that Machala was awake. "What are you thinking about, girl?" I asked into the quiet room."Hmm, touching you. I always want to touch you while you sleep." Her voice sounded drowsy and sexy."I won't stop you." There were times to be dominant and times to give your sub what she wanted. This was the latter. I expected her hands to travel my chest, arms, even ass. I saw the way she stared at me. A hungry lioness came to mind. What I didn't expect were her hands on my face.She moved up a little, using her elbow to prop herself. I closed my eyes as her soft fingers traveled across my jaw, moving to my cheeks and even along my nose."You're beautiful," she whispered.I didn't think any man alive wanted to be called beautiful. At least not until this moment. Her thumb swiped across my eyelid before her fingers went to my lips. Now they ran across the outline of my mouth and one finger slipped in

  • Club el Diablo   Chapter 202: Machala

    How did he do it? This man knew what my brain did not. The dull ache above my clit caused by the piercing had me craving more. It also reminded me that it wasn't just a collar that bound a submissive to their dominant. Luke piercing me was his claim and wouldn't disappear like the bruises he left after a scene.He was on the phone while I used a mirror to look between my legs. He'd actually handed it to me before he went to make his call. Fuck, I desperately needed to come again or somehow get my mind off my body's greedy cravings.I latched onto work. I had to call Danny and explain I wouldn't be at work for two weeks. Luke had removed the butt plug after our prolonged scene in the playroom. I sat on the end of my bed fully aware of my new piercing and hit Danny's name on my cell."Hello, doll. What's happening?" His anger over the newspaper article and picture was obviously gone.There were times I used my icy business voice with Danny, but this wasn't one of them. I valued his f

DMCA.com Protection Status