Chapter 17: Lydia

I start with a deerskin flogger and concentrate on her breasts and upper thighs. I avoid her freshly shaved pussy knowing it's begging for pain and pleasure.

She whimpers. I have no mercy. I'm not using vaginal or anal toys. I want her writhing from the feel of the soft leather strands striking her body. After several stinging strikes, I stop for a moment and lean in close to Angela. I take one tight nipple into my mouth, suck hard, and then move to the other nipple when her legs stiffen within the bindings. I'm being especially cruel tonight and giving her just enough to drive her crazy.

I use the flogger again until she moans loudly. It's now time for the blindfold. I add a quick kiss on her lips to calm her once she's blind to what's about to happen. As prearranged, Kyle approaches the cross and disrobes. He massages his burgeoning erection until it's at full mast. He slides a condom over himself when I nod.

Kyle prefers giving pain. I'm fully aware that the level of pain Kyle works with is extreme. I'm not entirely sure why he agreed to help me with Angela. I adjust the cross so Angela is lying on her back. Kyle straddles her hips. I squeeze between Kyle and Angela's upper body. With the blindfold, she can't see what we we're doing or who's doing what. My heels are barely touching the carpet but I manage to lean down and take a nipple between my lips. I add teeth and bite hard enough that her pelvis lifts from the bench. Kyle plunges inside her offered pussy in one smooth thrust.

Angela screams, Kyle moans, and I watch as Angela jerks against the restraints. My pussy clenches and I wonder how long I'll be able to resist Damian. A shiver passes over my skin and the air changes subtly. I open my eyes and Damian's standing a few feet away. He's massaging his cock with a steamy look in his eyes. He's wearing a pair of sexy black jeans that leave nothing to the imagination. He sees me watching him and ever so slowly, he unzips himself and pulls his cock free. I watch in lustful fascination as he strokes his hand up and down his incredible length. He doesn't bother looking at the sub kneeling at his side. He threads his fingers into her hair and pulls her close to his cock until her lips open and he thrusts in. The entire time he stares at me. I need an ice cold shower for me and a baseball bat to knock out the little sub's teeth.

Kyle's hands go to my hips as he changes his angle on Angela. His gripping fingers snap me out of my less-than-pleasant thoughts. I owe my sub and the crowd a few more orgasms. It's time for the first toy of the evening.

Damian's fingers grip the sub's hair tighter and I know exactly when he loses it. For several seconds he closes his eyes. I watch the tightening of his jaw and the slight parting of his lips. The sub is talented and she takes him almost completely down her throat as he orgasms.

His eyes open and burn into mine. We both want the same fucking thing and I'm using everything at my disposal to stop myself from giving in. Damian helps his sub to her feet and steers her away from my area. I breathe a sigh of relief when he's finally out of sight. Kyle pinches my hip and lets me know he's fully aware that I'm momentarily not mentally present in the scene. Bad Domme. I pull my thoughts away from Mr. Gargantuan Dick and give the crowd and Angela what they came for. Angela cries beautiful tears when I finally allow her relief from the stimulation we're forcing on her. She's so beautiful when she orgasms and a round of applause ends the scene.

Angela's exhausted by the time she's moved to the post-scene area. I take extra time with her aftercare so she knows how much I appreciate her trust. Using another Dom or Domme was never going to happen at the MC and I felt bad. There was no one I trusted enough with her fragile state. It says a lot that I trust Kyle after just meeting him. Maybe it's his haunted eyes.

"I like it here, Mistress," Angela tells me once she's back in control.

I do too but I don't say that. "When it's time for me to leave, you can stay. I'll work something out with Master D for your dues."

Her eyes flash to mine and tears slowly start forming. "I need you, Mistress."

It's sad because really we need each other. She's such a damaged soul and she feeds the damage I carry inside myself. I won't encourage her to come with me when Raul and I leave. I'll do my damnedest to find her a Dom or Domme who will take care of her. I'll fucking miss her, though, and it sucks.

When Angela is calm and rested, Anna walks over and invites me to a private party in one of the suites after work. I leave the club at two in the morning and head back to my room to change. I let Samson out, give him a snack because I'm leaving him again, and go search for the party. Anna told me it wasn't a D/s party and that's why I changed. This is a good, old-fashioned, let's get drunk and celebrate Saturday night party. Or more precisely, celebrate early Sunday morning party. I'm wearing what Damian refers to as my hippie clothes. He had my closet stocked full of them. The thought actually makes me smile. I can't fault him for his well thought out details that make life a breeze for me.

Thirty minutes later, I'm tipsy and taking a sip of my third margarita when the devil walks through the door wearing his customary dark clothing. He's a beacon in a room full of dazzling people and it's nearly impossible to slide my gaze away. He's so fucking hot. Too hot for me to handle. Instead of watching Damian, I drag my attention to one of the male Club El Diablo bartenders and do something I never do. I flirt.

A few minutes later, steel fingers press into my shoulders and hot breath passes over my bare neck before traveling to my ear. "I want you." I know it's him by smell and touch alone. The ever-present pussy zing I get whenever he's close goes into high mode and I clench my thighs together for a few seconds. Turning in the stool, I place my thighs on the outside of his hips. My skirt pulls tight but Damian doesn't let that stop him. He lifts the skirt up past my knees so he can slide in closer. My lips shy down his neck but I don't touch until I gently bite his earlobe. In the breathiest whisper I can manage, I reply, "No."

His hands slide under my bottom and he positions the center of my thighs to his hard erection. His mouth goes back to my ear. "I have a wager for you," he whispers so low a thrill runs through me at his tone more than his words.

Our voices are low but I'm sure everyone in the room is watching our sexual play. "Terms?"

He bites my earlobe like I did his a few seconds ago. "Two subs." He licks down the bend of my ear and I inhale sharply. "Blindfolds. Whips only." His hands squeeze my thighs with his fingers so close to my pussy I swear I can already feel them there. "No toys," he continues. "They won't know who's working who. First one to bring their sub to orgasm wins."

Fuck me but I'm so in. "What's the payout?"

Now his hands go feather soft across my skin. "One night as the other's personal sub."

I pull back and look into his shadowed, sensual eyes. I'm beyond tipsy and have no control over what spills from my mouth. "You would sub for me?" I breathe on a sigh at the image that clicks into my brain.

Pure wickedness sparkles in his eyes. "I have no intention of losing, Lydia."