Chapter 12: Lydia

"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 sixties. He's collared, at the knees of his Domme and appears blissfully happy, gray hair and all.

"Excuse me, Master D," a man says. "We have a matter that needs your attention." The man is dressed in a club uniform.

Damian glances my way. "Come with me, please." He holds out his arm for me to precede him.

I so want to come but I think we're on two different pages here. My thoughts have nothing to do with following anyone. I want Damian's cock buried deep in my pussy when it happens. I hide my need again, nod, and follow the employee. Loud sobs can be heard as we approach a station in the back corner of the main room.

The employee isn't happy. "Master Ellis was escorted out. His sub has a few bruises and he didn't stop when she used her safe word. I'll have his file on your desk in the morning, but I thought you might want to see to Melody yourself, Sir."

Damian's anger is palpable and I don't miss the tight fists he makes at his sides. He enters the alcove separated from the play area by lush plants. I can smell the rich soil of the greenery and know they're real. A woman is lying on the couch with a blanket wrapped around her. Damian sits beside her. "Are you okay, Melody?" he asks.

"He hurt me." She sniffs. "I used my safe word but he wouldn't stop."

"Do you need medical attention?" He tilts her face up so she's looking directly at him while they speak.

"No, Master D. I'll be okay."

"I'm glad. Here, sit in my lap." He pulls her gently over and cradles her like a baby. The blanket slips and her bare upper body is displayed. Damian's hand presses her head against his shoulder and then goes to her breast. He kneads the plump flesh tenderly. His other hand pushes the blanket lower and finds her shaved pussy. He massages her labia with practiced fingers.

Fuck me. My gut clenches and my fingernails dig into the skin on my thighs. I'm jealous. I've watched this happen with subs hundreds of times and I have gentled subs in this same manner. Why do I want this man's hands on me and only me? The longing grows worse when Damian kisses her. It's tender and sweet and I want Melody to disappear in a cloud of smoke so I can take her place.

"Stephen, please have Melody's preferred drink delivered here and find Kyle for me."

"Yes, Sir."

I continue to watch while Mr. Lusty Master comforts the now quiet and content female.

"You called, Master D?" Kyle says.

He's tall, almost the size of Damian, and he's incredibly gorgeous. I would have a tough time deciding who is better looking. This hunk isn't dressed as an employee. He's pure Dom.

"Do you have a sub for the night, Kyle?"

"No, I don't."

"Melody has need of a little TLC and I'm hoping you can take her to one of the private rooms and make her feel better."

Kyle gives me a quick glance before he turns his gaze to the woman on Damian's lap. "My pleasure. I take it Master Ellis will not be returning?"

I'm surprised steam isn't pouring from Damian's eyes. His jaw clenches tight but his hands on Melody are tender. "No, he won't be back. Could I also ask you to watch over Melody until a new Dom can be found for her?"

"Again, my pleasure." He smiles at Melody, whose eyes are large and apprehensive.

"Master Kyle will be gentle with you. He will make sure you have someone who will always honor your safe word."

Melody sighs in what I can only take as relief. I give Kyle another look. Reading between the lines, I'm guessing Kyle likes things rough. I like him more for taking on Melody when she's not his type.

Damian looks at me but speaks to Kyle. "I'm sure you've figured out at that this is Mistress Lydia. And just so you know," Damian's eyes go dark and his voice deeper, "she's off limits except to the subs."

What? Did I just hear him right?

Kyle smiles and takes my hand much like Damian did earlier. He lifts my fingers to his mouth but a glare from Mr. Dramatic stops him before he places his lips on me. Kyle grins and tips his chin down in acknowledgment. "It's nice to me you, Mistress Lydia."

"Nice to meet you, Master Kyle." He drops my hand and I can't help myself. My fingers grab his and I raise them to my lips. My tongue comes out.

Kyle quirks his eyebrows at me and follows it with a wink. He then lifts Melody from Mr. Control Freak's arms and walks away.

"You will be punished for that too, my dear."

"Promises promises." I bite my lip so I don't smile.

I glance down at his crotch where his erection strains against the leather. "I see Melody has you hot and bothered?"

So suddenly he catches me by surprise; Damian's arms wrap around me and his lips take mine. They nibble, they suck, and then when I start to push him away, they devour. My pussy goes into overdrive and my pelvic bone rocks against his hard cock. His hand goes to my braid and uses it to tug my head back, giving his mouth better access. His tongue thrusts deep while his hands hold me firmly in place. He's in control and I'm nothing but a weak kitten.

After I'm thoroughly kissed-hot, bothered, and wet-his lips end their assault. His chin rests on the top of my head and he speaks with a throaty growl. "We can't do this here. It's bad for business and bad for you in general." His hand tightens in my hair. "Come to bed with me when your shift is over. We need to get this out of our systems. I need to fuck you." He turns slightly and whispers in my ear, "Say yes."

I fill my lungs with his musky scent. The soap he uses and the spicy man-mix are incredibly erotic. I exhale. "Sorry, but I decline and I would prefer you not kiss me again." I'm glad he can't see my lie. "I'm not sleeping with you and I don't care if I'm in your system or not. I have sex on my own terms and my private life belongs to me. I might want to fuck you but I won't. Candy is not good for my teeth or hips."

His chuckle is low and rich. "You are so damn stubborn. I want your teeth on my candy." He grinds his erection against me once before releasing me so he can see my eyes. "I promise my cum is sweeter than chocolate and you can lick it up." His dimples are in full on sexy mode.

I shake my head at his ridiculousness. "You did not just say that."

He touches the skin of my throat and draws his thumb across my wanting flesh. "I want to make you laugh and talk dirty to you while you come. I want..."

"Stop." My hand covers his mouth and the son of a bitch bites me. It's not a gentle nip either. "Ouch." I pull my hand away. I've got to bring this back around to the work at hand. "Okay Mr. Fuck Fangs, I'd like to explore your club and get to work, but I need a sub. I'd also appreciate a recommendation. Tonight I want a male. He needs to be tall, with dark hair and eyes. Some heavy muscle would also be nice. If you have a twin brother, I'll take him."

Damian gives a robust laugh. I hate to admit to enjoying the sound. I also hate how sexy laughter is on him.

"Your wish is my command, and I have the perfect sub for you."

Oh, I just bet he does.