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Chapter 7: Damian

Anyone who knows me knows I play dirty when I want something, but bribing her friend was low even for me. She left me no choice, though. I had to get her to Club El Diablo and end this obsession.

I make phone calls through the radio during the long, noisy ride home. Club El Diablo is a very small part of my empire. The El Diablo Hotel, where the club is located, is another. I work hard for what I have and I play harder. I'm in a dire mood when I arrive back at the hotel. I need relief from my perpetual state of blue balls Miss Simmons kept me in. I go straight to the penthouse and change into comfortable jeans and black boots. I have a private elevator, so I leave off my shirt. This is not my usual attire for the club, though there isn't really a dress code for Doms or Dommes. The clothes I have on say a sub is about to get her ass beat before I drive my dick into it as far as it will go.

I take the elevator to my club office, pick up my play bag, and go in search of the poor little subby who will fulfil my desires this evening. Even with their downcast eyes, I see them give me side-sweeping gazes. I walk to the carousel and watch it twirl by with hopeful subs looking out hoping to catch the eye of an available Dom.

The club is known as a place to safely play and experience the kinky lifestyle that's in vogue right now. The main play areas and private rooms take up half a floor of the hotel. Then there's a front office where people are processed. This includes paperwork for medical and other things that keep everything safe. You want to play in my club, you'll obey my rules. From visiting dignitaries from foreign countries to rock and roll bands, we have something kinky for almost everyone who can pay the price and pass our background check.

I breathe in the smell of sex that permeates the air and the cries of submissives. A woman with red hair goes by and I almost beckon her over. I stop myself. No red hair. A brunette catches my attention and I give her the nod when she goes by a third time and peeks at me while the brightly painted horse she's on glides up and down.

She gracefully steps off the carousel and drops to her knees in front of me. I don't know her name even though I've seen her around. She's on the plump side, exactly as I prefer. I enjoy a nice ass wiggle when I slap my hand or a paddle on it. Miss Simmons' ass is a little tighter than I care for, so why is it her ass I'm thinking about right now?

I cup my hand on the back of the sub's neck after moving her hair aside. I pull slightly upward so she stands. "What's your name?"

"Bunny, Master," she says in a soft voice.

I know it's not her real name, but that's acceptable here. I'm also not her Master. That's one thing about Club El Diablo that differentiates itself from other sex clubs and their protocols-this is the devil's playground and the club feeds most desires. If she wants to call me Master, I won't stop her.

I slide my fingers into the hair at her neck and tip her head back. "I'm in the mood to play rough. Ass play, heavy implements, and orgasm denial. Just to be clear, yours not mine. If you're interested, go to the front office and grab your limit sheet so I can read it. I'll meet you in the barbarian room."

Her eyes shine. "Yes, Master, I want to play.

I nod and send her off for the paperwork. Usually I would examine her file first but tonight I want someone fresh and new. I plan to push each and every limit this woman has. She may never play with me again, but that's okay. There are plenty of other subs waiting in line behind her.

I stride to the barbarian room, acknowledging other Doms and one Domme on my way. They thankfully don't stop me to talk. Room monitors are in place and hopefully no one breaks the rules bad enough for me to be called. I'm not in the mood to deal with a rich dick or pussy tonight.

A minute later, Bunny enters the room with the requested paperwork. "Kneel," I tell her after she hands it to me. "We'll be using quite a few of the toys in here, so look around and be sure you don't want to leave before we get started."

Her hazel eyes are large as she glances around the room. "No, Master, I'm good," she says. I smell her anticipation and that tiny scent of fear I crave.

I flip through the paperwork. She's not into wet play, which doesn't bother me in the least because piss and blood don't turn me on. To each their own. This room has a drain and is the backup wet room for the members who aren't squeamish about such play. The floors are cement and I'm well aware Bunny's knees are cold and aching by now. I place the papers on the table. "Go to the spanking bench, bend over, and separate those ass cheeks for me."

She rises quickly and walks seductively to the bench. My cock doesn't so much as twitch. I remove a butt plug from its plastic wrapping. Using my teeth, I rip the protection off and grab a tube of lube. "I hope you don't mind the size," I say with a laugh. She turns and looks at the plug in my hands as I walk closer.

"Nn... no, Master."

Oh, that quiver. It's one of the small things a Dom lives for. I walk behind her and she spreads her cheeks like the good little subby she is. I apply a generous amount of lube and work the plug in and out until it seats in her ass properly. She whines the slightest bit but stops when I slap her ass. We've only just begun to play and this is nothing.

An hour later, she's begging for release that I hadn't planned to give her and my cock is as flat as a nail-ridden tire. Bunny has nice welts down her backside and I've been administering wicked nipple clamps off and on since we started playing.

What the fuck is wrong with me? I look at Bunny and her brown hair changes to red making my cock twitch. I blink the fantasy away. This is unfair to Bunny. I leave the plug in and grab a vibrator.

"You've been a good girl. Come for me."

With a high-pitched squeal and enough shaking to make me think she's having a seizure, she goes off. When her orgasm slows, I remove the plug, followed by the vibrator and help her stand. I assist her to the couch, leave her for a minute, and grab some juice from the fridge. I walk back to her after turning the lights down and grabbing a soft towel off the shelf above the table. I walk back over and pull Bunny into my arms, holding her while she comes down.

"Master?" she asks.

"Yes, Bunny?"

"I would like to please you. I'll do whatever you ask."

I smooth her hair back from her face, wishing her hazel eyes were the burning green of Lydia's. Wanting to please is typical of subs, especially after an intense scene. That's why I followed the rules and read her paperwork before we began. "Shh, you pleased me. You did everything I requested." I cover her lips with my finger when she tries to respond.

If I close my eyes and allow my fantasy to take over, I can dream that the fiery Domme is the woman in my arms.

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