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
"You cheated." I say with a disgruntled huff that Mr. Nasty Nipples ignores. I inhale slowly and gain control of my unfulfilled body.Curious eyes follow us. Damian takes in everything with a sweeping gaze but for the most part ignores the patrons. The entire club is lavish and even smells delicious-leather, wood oil, and sex-nothing like the Mediterranean. Everything looks new, expensive, and clean. The lighting is perfect and the music in the background subtle with a heavy bass. A group of kinksters sit on low couches playing cards in the lounge. Subs kneel at their feet-some naked and others barely clothed. This is the world of pleasure and money-my world for a short time.What surprises me most is everyone is not beautiful with artificially enhanced body parts. There's a pretty, pleasantly plump woman wearing the collar of her Dom. He hands her a drink and sweetly touches her hair. She smiles and thanks him by kissing his palm.There's an older couple-both look to be in their si
The moment I saw Lydia tonight my dick went hard. Her tight ass in the leather, barely there skirt, and the shimmy of skin at her hips and belly only made me crazier. Hell, she's still driving me nuts. I brought her little subby here to help ease the way. Seeing Angela kneel at Lydia's feet only intensified my hard-on.Then I tasted Lydia's sweet lips. The kiss said I was getting someplace with her. The way she kissed me back said she wasn't as averse to me as she pretends. I kiss subs to settle and comfort them. It's a technique that usually works for both sub and Dom. Kissing is personal and helps form a bond during a scene. I find enjoyment in it. I love the taste of women. What happened with Lydia is almost indescribable. Her taste is different and I have a feeling the residue of the kiss will make every kiss from here on out unacceptable.I also notice the way she looks at me when she thinks I'm not watching. Raw hunger is the only way to describe it, and I shouldn't be happy we
My head goes back at the first flick of his tongue. "Fuck yes," I groan. I grind up and down on his mouth. I move slightly so his nose hits my clit. My orgasm builds. I close my eyes while imagining only one mouth on my cunt, one tongue licking and sucking me. I picture Damian's face, his grin, and those sexy dimples. The orgasm pulses through my pussy and I cry out. Yes, I will be using Adam again. I hope he remains unattached and doesn't find a steady Domme.Slowly, I open my eyes. Burning dark orbs pierce me. My sexual release has barely ended and I feel it spike again. It's Damian's scalding gaze. He's watching me intently. If I didn't know better, I would think him jealous. I slowly back off Adam, lean down, and kiss him. Take that Mr. Palatial Penis.I stand straight and pull my skirt back down without looking toward Damian. Raul helps me re-adjust the cross so Adam is upright again and I remove the cock ring. Adam groans but manages to hold most of the sound in, which brings a
Keeping my eyes off Lydia throughout the long night wasn't easy. I walked by the group she spent most of the evening with several times and covertly checked in to be sure she was okay. She appeared comfortable in her surroundings and at home with the other Masters and Mistresses of the club. Adam stayed close, which caused my teeth to grind. I should have given her someone old enough to be her grandfather.Hell, I walked face first into her demand for a sub who looks like me. The redhead I chose didn't come close to sating my lust for her, though. I'm tired, accomplished very little tonight, and I'm not in the best of moods. My apartment on the floor above Lydia's is silent and empty. I haven't had a long-time sub staying here in a while. Maybe my problem is loneliness.As if the one constant woman in my life can read my thoughts, my cell rings. It's almost three in the morning and only one person would call at this time."Hi, Mom," I answer."Oh good you're awake," she replies cheerfu