Chapter 10: Damian

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 releases. This doesn't help me at all, because I can't establish that special something that attracts me to her.

My desk phone rings, taking me away from thoughts of an infuriating redhead Domme. I pick it up and answer with my customary, "Damian."

"I'm surprised I caught you at your desk."

I immediately recognize the voice of my longtime friend Bran. I lay Lydia's file on my desk and relax back in my chair. "Me? All you do is work. Tell me you're headed this way and I'll line up the best subs we have."

His deep laugh fills the phone. "The workload hasn't lightened up. You should also know I've turned over a new leaf and I've given up my darker side." Bran has always considered BDSM his darker side and not his true lifestyle. "I hope this won't affect our friendship?"

Now my laughter takes over. "No, you son of a bitch, that will never happen. I'd need to bust your nose again if it did." I don't mention that what he's trying to do is near impossible. Bran is a Dom through and through.

"So tell me you have some sweet young sub that's changed your love 'em and leave 'em policy?"

Now I have an inkling of what the problem is. Bran wants to settle down. He wouldn't ask me about sticking with one sub if he didn't want exactly that for himself. An image of Lydia flashes through my mind.

"There's someone," Bran states emphatically. "You're too slow in answering. Well shit, it's about time."

This is not the impression I want him to have. Lydia is a passing fancy only. "No commitments at the moment. There is a young Domme giving me problems. She's... different."

"Different," Bran breathes into the phone. "And a Domme? Maybe I'm reading something unusual into this conversation that isn't there. You're talking club issues?"

"Hell." I pull my fingers through my short hair in frustration. "A club issue and an attitude issue leaving me with a perpetually hard dick."

"Whoa. Are you treading on the sub side of things?"

Now I stand and pace my office. "Hell no, though if I were, my problems with Lydia would most likely be solved."

"I look forward to meeting this bombshell. It'll need to be outside the club, though. I'm a new man."

I chuckle. "Afraid of your willpower if you visit?"

His return laugh is full of derision. "I'm on step one of the kink twelve-step program."

"What, pray tell is step one?"

"Self-denial," he replies.

"Fuck, I wouldn't stand a chance."

***

Lydia

I stand admiring Raul's closet full of BDSM attire. His leathers come with a small pitchfork emblem. Mine do not. Raul choses a set of clothes for his first night of work that shows off his nearly perfect physique. The outfit also exposes his ass cheeks. I knew about the scars on his hip and upper leg from a motorcycle accident when he was a teenager. He usually hides the marred skin but with his choice of outfits, the scars are a statement and make him sexier if that's possible.

"Do you think they'll fire me the first night for frightening the customers?" he asks while taking a final look over his shoulder in the mirror.

My hands twitch over the need to dominate him and add a few marks to his sexy ass. "We're both walking away if they do, but I've always told you your scars are exciting and they made me want to soothe you that first night I chose you for a sub."

Raul huffs out a breath and smiles. "Still one of my best memories. Tell me why we became friends and you no longer top me?"

I smile back. "Because you are much better as my assistant than you ever were as my slave. You cry too easy."

He chuckles. "Keep it up and I'll find some big bad Dom tonight and leave you alone with Master D."

"So it's Master D now?"

"Well, you never use the same endearment twice and that man can master me anytime he wants. I hear he doesn't bang the staff. What a shame." He winks. "You're blushing," he points out. "This should be a fun night."

I refuse to acknowledge his teasing. "Let me dress and then we'll get this disaster over with."

I head back to my suite. The wardrobe selection I have is far more extensive than Raul's and the closet itself is the size of my bedroom back home. There's a mirrored wall and a white plush bench in the middle of the vast room-all of it mine for thirty days and I should make the most of the time I have. I select a black leather front lace-up corset. There's a purple ruffle at the top that does little to hide the swell of my breasts. My nipples will most likely spill out at some point during the night. I also choose a black leather skirt that laces up the sides. I have an inch of skin showing down the center of the top and down the sides of the skirt. Rarely do I leave my pussy bare when I work, but tonight I don't bother with panties. It's time to live a little and I doubt I need to be worried about a police raid like I did at the MC.

My black boots back home were cheap and uncomfortable. I slip on a pair of four-inch supple leather ankle boots from the closet and fall in love. They fit like a dream. I guess my background check included shoe size.

I don't go for garish makeup, but I do add black eyeliner with slight swirls at the sides. My eyes are a deep green and one of my best features. My hair is in its customary braid, this one high on my head. With a touch of deep red lipstick, I'm ready. NOT.