Chapter 14: Lydia

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 another smile to my lips.

"It's okay now," I assure him. "This is for you. If it feels good, I want to hear it." I run my fingers over the side of his face and receive a relieved smile.

I remove a cherry flavored condom from the tray beside me and roll it over Adam's cock. I like candy and this kind has no calories. I work my tongue over him and then take him fully into my mouth. Damian is bigger. It was obvious when he ran his hand over his erect cock. I suck and tease while massaging his balls with one hand. Adam's cries grow louder and finally he shouts his release.

I don't need to look to know Damian is no longer around. The thrill of having him watch is no longer tingling up my spine. I look anyway. He's gone. I unbuckle the leather cuffs from Adam's legs first. Raul unstraps his wrists and asks Adam if he can stand on his own. A ripple of applause travels through the crowd before they move along.

Raul assists Adam to a couch hidden by a grouping of plants that covers the alcove behind the scene area. The posh club has a small alcove behind each station for aftercare.

I sit down and pat my lap so Adam puts his head on my thighs. I pull a soft blanket over his nude body. "Raul, can you get us bottled water?" I smooth Adam's hair back.

"Yes, Mistress," Raul answers.

"Tell me about yourself, Adam."

And it begins. Adam starts talking and within a few minutes he's crying. He wants to be controlled but he admits he doesn't enjoy severe pain. This is information I can work with. Adam's last Dom left him because of his pain intolerance issues. Hell, I've had subs who couldn't handle pain at all. Everyone is different. I make sure Adam understands the fault is not his. If he wants a permanent Dom or Domme, he needs to be honest about his hard limits.

"Are you looking for a permanent sub?" he asks me shyly.

I kiss his cheek to soften my refusal. "I'm here for a month and would be happy to work with you on a limited basis. When the month is up, we won't see each other again. I would be happy to help you chose someone permanent if you like."

"Thank you, Mistress."

Raul returns with water and I comfort Adam for another thirty minutes to assure myself he's okay. "Adam, would you be willing to finish showing me around? I'll buy you a drink."

"I'd be honored, Mistress." He puts his chaps and hat back on his gorgeous body.

Raul strolls up to me when we leave the scene area. "Will you be staying past your shift?" I ask him.

"Yes, Mistress. I have a Dom interested in me. I have another hour of work tonight and then I'll go up to my room and change if you don't mind."

"Have fun."

"I plan to." He gives me a wink and walks away.

I glance at Adam. "I would like to meet some of the other Doms and Dommes. Are there any you think I would like?"

"Mistress Anna is a favorite and so is Master Jordan. He likes fire play and he should be at his station soon. It's always a big show."

"I'm not into fire play myself, but I wouldn't mind watching. Lead the way, please." I notice a large crowd a few stations down. "Is that the fire play station?" I nod to the alcove attracting the attention.

"No, Mistress, fire play is only performed at station five. You're looking at station three."

"Let's see what's going on." We walk over and the crowd is so thick it's hard to see what's happening in the scene. Adam is taller than I am and I glance up and see a look of pure bliss cross his face. I can't help wondering if this is the Dom who left him.

I squeeze in between two men in front of us and inhale sharply when I see what all the fuss is about. It's Damian in full Dom mode, and fuck is he sexy. The large butt plug in his hand makes me squirm. He has a woman draped over a spanking bench. She's writhing and moaning loudly. He separates her ass cheeks while massaging the plump orbs. Her body is lush and beautiful. She's not one of the wafer thin subs that I expected him to work with.

It hits me. The sub has red hair and a similar body to mine. Damian is paying me back in spades. A scream rings out from the sub when Damian runs the butt plug along the crack of her ass. She is behaving badly and the damn thing isn't even inserted.

Damian slaps his hand down hard across her ass.

"I don't mind hearing you scream when I give you a reason, but I've barely touched you."

"I'm afraid, Master."

"I think I can help with that, but I want silence for the next five minutes, understood?"

"Yes, Master."

Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck. He's semi-imitating my scene.

His finger enters her pussy. He adds another. I can hear the wetness of her cunt as his fingers drill in and out. It's slow torture to watch and I clench my thighs. Her rounded ass bucks slightly when he increases his tempo, but she remains mostly quiet.

With every fiber of my body in need of Damian, the scene strikes a chord and I realize how Damian felt while he watched me. I. Want. To. Be. His. Sub. Someone kill me now. My fucking cunt throbs. Turning to Adam, I nod to the floor. He doesn't question me and simply sinks to his knees. I press his head to my hip in a loving gesture. "Watch." I want his eyes on the scene and not on me. I have a feeling I give too much away when it comes to Master D.

When the woman's orgasm starts, Damian inserts the plug in her ass and Miss Screams A Lot lets loose. It's an irritating high-pitched cry, but I guess some men like it. Oh, Lydia, thy name is jealousy. I smile and at that moment, Damian looks straight into my eyes. His ignite and I return his gaze with answering flames before I can stop myself.

Damn. I can't get away fast enough. Poor Adam has trouble coming off his knees and keeping up as my fast stride carries me as far away from the scene as I can get. I could take Adam to an alcove and do another scene, but I need to control myself. I cannot allow Damian to win this round.

Hell. He already has.

Over the next few hours, I speak to several Doms and Dommes. They pay membership dues and look at me as something of an oddity. Apparently Club El Diablo has never paid for a Dom or Domme. These people are rich on a level I've never seen and most likely will never know. They don't seem stuck on their social status, though. Yes, they're dominant, but along with that they have the same insecurities I've seen in myself.

People may think dominants are secure in who they are and in many ways they're correct. But not in everything. There is a lot of pressure in looking out for needy people. From the corner of my eye, I catch Damian walking from scene to scene and checking in on his clients. He worries. I saw it in his expression when he cared for the abused sub earlier. There's a lot of weight stacked on Damian's shoulders.

He's an excellent Dom. At the Mediterranean Club they were few and far between. Banning a Dom from that club was almost unheard of. Slide a little money across Johnny Ford's palm and any lines you've crossed disappear. I approve of Damian's ethics. Honestly, I approve of everything about Damian but his ability to soak my non-existent panties and his inability to take me off his sub radar.

"He's scrumptious," Anna says when Damian walks by. Her comment pulls me out of my thoughts of the big bad Dom.

"If I liked the arrogant, pushy type, I'd agree with you."

Anna is one of the Dommes Adam introduced me to. I really like her and we have plans for shopping later in the week. She gives me a sharp look but doesn't argue with my assessment. Like most good Dommes, she misses little and I have no idea if I fooled her.

We make solid plans for our shopping trip and say our goodbyes. It's after two a.m. and I'm exhausted. Adam scheduled with me for the following week before he left. He was a fountain of information and gave me the lowdown on several subs he thought I might enjoy. He also told me more about his poor little rich boy life. Again, Damian was right-money can fuck you up. At least Adam seems stable now and he's working on his master's degree in psychology. Too bad I will be long gone when he starts practicing.

I make it back to my suite and let Samson outside. Once we're settled, I fall to sleep and dream of Damian's mouth doing deliciously dirty things to me.