Chapter 13: Damian

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're both suffering from whatever it is that seems to be pulling us together. I don't need to look in a mirror to know my eyes hold the same need as hers.

I run my fingers through my short hair. Lydia messes with my senses and I need to pull my head out of my ass and get some paperwork done. I enter my office and take a seat behind my large oak desk. I stare at the stack of invoices I need to sign and all I really see is a fantasy flash of Lydia bending over the desk and showing me her tight little asshole.

The image changes and a mental glimpse of Lydia with Adam, the sub I recommended, pops into my thoughts. I angrily pull the top invoice closer and look over the order.

Lydia purposefully asked for a sub fitting my description. She did it to drive me fucking crazy. Sadly, I admit defeat because she did fucking win. Adam isn't a threat, but right now I'd like to kick his ass out of the club.

My thoughts are totally wrong. I know they are and it doesn't stop them. I sign and review five orders before I can no longer stand not seeing what Lydia is up to. How pathetic can she make me?

I leave my office and enter the main section of the club. I need to check in with the front office and make sure everything is running smoothly. I also need to get my head back on straight, but the crowd forming around the St. Andrew's Cross clues me in that the woman keeping me from sanity is at work. Yeah, my cock twitches again and I move closer.

Adam is tied to the cross. Lydia, her skin glowing with a fine sheen of sweat, is working him over with a four-foot whip. She's good with it and checks her surroundings before each strike. When she lifts her arm, her top pulls tightly across her breasts and I can see her pert nipples straining beneath the fabric.

I remain behind the crowd while the scene plays out. Adam is nearing his limit and I'm impressed that Lydia reads him so well. He has a habit of requesting more pain than he actually wants. Lydia lays down the whip and begins rearranging the cross with Raul's help. After the cross is flat and Adam is facing upright, Lydia lifts her skirt to her waist. I'm unsurprised she's bare beneath the material. She uses a top bar to hold herself up while she straddles the cross and Adam's mouth eats her pussy.

Fuck but the look on her face while Adam works is almost more than I can take. I don't even realize I'm moving forward. Onlookers step aside and I'm standing about five feet away. Lydia doesn't notice me. Her eyes are mostly closed with pleasure lighting up her face. It won't take Adam much to send her over. She's so fucking responsive and somehow I need to stop thinking of her as a sub. Lydia is a dominant who knows what she wants. I'm mentally invested in the scene when Lydia's facial muscles tighten. My gaze travels down to her pussy and I catch the slightest trembling of her legs as her orgasm rolls through her body. Yes, I'd like to be Adam right now, but the view I have shouldn't be missed. Lydia's beauty multiplies as she freely gives the crowd her orgasm.

Her eyes gradually open and she's staring straight at me. I slowly reach down and her gaze follows my movement. I place my hand on the outside of my leathers wishing the damn things were made of cotton so I could take relief. I press firmly against the hardness of my cock and slide my hand from balls to tip.

Lydia licks her lips, and like a fucking teenager, I almost come in my damn pants.

***

Lydia

Adam is a hot cowboy. He's no Damian, but I won't complain. I'm so fucking horny I could ride one of the carousel horses and get off in two seconds flat. Adam's hat and chaps are sexy. His body beneath them even sexier. I worried that Mr. Fuck Me Tonight would give me a complete loser. It's nice to be wrong. Adam will give me what I need. In my mind, his mouth, tongue, and teeth will be Damian's.

A crowd gathers at the entrance to the alcove while I strap Adam to a St. Andrew's Cross. This one is top of the line and can be positioned to lie flat, which will be perfect for later.

I step up close and go to my tiptoes once I have Adam secured facing out with his back to the cross. "Your safe word?" I whisper knowing my hot breath in his ear adds to the sensations he's feeling right now.

"Red, Mistress." The tremor in his words sings to my heart.

Fear is half the fun of working with a new sub. "We've discussed limits. I know you like pain and I'll give you a touch, but tonight we're becoming familiar with each other. Understood?"

"Yesss, Mistress," he breathes out erratically. I've seen subs like him before. The scared rabbit in his eyes gives him away. He can't take the pain I could inflict.

I kiss him. This isn't like Damian's kiss. It doesn't consume me or set fire to my blood. It eases Adam's fear just a bit, which is what I intend. Not too much, though.

Standing, I remove a cock ring from a tray on the side table and clamp it on his erection. He groans and I smile. The ring will trap the blood in his cock and make the wait for release agonizing.

"Shh, don't make a sound or you won't like the punishment."

I use a four-foot braided whip. It's new leather, I can smell it. I warm up my wrist and snap the whip a few times. Adam sucks in a sharp breath and I smile again while my mind drifts to the deep dark place I crave. This is my own special universe where I can block out everything around me and concentrate on my sub.

Adam trembles harder when I run my hands across his chest and then over his firm hip. I kiss him again and his heartbeat picks up beneath my hand. I move my fingers down to his cock and I run them along the metal of the ring, clicking my fingernails so he feels and hears the sounds. His breathing accelerates delightfully while mine remains slow and steady.

"Shh, remember my command."

He knows better than to speak. I step away and release the short coil. It drops to the floor and I rotate my wrist one last time. The crowd goes completely quiet.

I raise my hand and flick the whip. Just the tip hits Adam's thigh and his entire body jumps. I give him only enough time to inhale before I strike his leg very close to his engorged cock. He breathes out an unintelligible word, which is a no-no. I step in close and squeeze his balls hard enough to cause a loud grown.

"You know better, Adam. Silence unless you're using your safe word," I demand in my deepest Domme voice. I don't usually require silence, but Adam's voice is nothing like Damian's and I don't want him ruining my fantasy. I've never treated a sub this way and by that I mean as a substitute for someone else. I'll make it up to Adam, I promise myself, but right now I need him for one purpose only.

I increase the speed of my strikes and give Adam little time to gather himself between the burning lashes. Tears roll down his face. I pay close attention and stop before he completely panics. Someone needs to speak with Adam about changing his limits. Angela can handle more than he can. It's only a problem for me because it's dangerous for Adam. I'm willing to use him again but there will be a very serious talk before it happens. I enjoy choosing my scene partners according to my desires. Adam will not make a good whipping post on nights when I need a heavy workout. Adam definitely has other uses, though, and I plan to take advantage of them.

My body is slick with sweat. I walk to the controls of the cross and loosen the turn wheels that allow me to lower the cross horizontally. Raul helps and the well-oiled joints glide smoothly into place. I walk around so I'm at the head of the cross and I slide my skirt up past my hips. I don't look at the crowd because right now it's all about what Adam's about to do for me.

There's a bar positioned above Adam and I grab it, turn around, and sink down so Adam knows exactly what I want. "Lick me. Slowly. Clean my pussy."