Bad Boy Dom

by Holly Roberts

  Damian sat down and told her to go to her knees. I couldn’t hear everything but saw him reach forward and place his hand behind her neck. She laid her head on his lap and her body relaxed completely while he smoothed her hair and continued to speak. His words accented the beauty of her submission. She was at least ten years older than him and didn’t have the classic figure of the subs Damian could easily surround himself with, but I had no doubt he cared for this woman. The arrogance I usually associated with him was gone. Lydia changed Damian for the better, and I was hoping she could help to change me.

  A little before midnight, I checked on my friends. They were heading back to their suite with Nicole. She was on cloud nine with the boys floating beside her.

  My attention turned to Angela. She looked tired. I started walking in her direction and then stopped when Lydia stepped in front of me.

  “Do you trust me, Krispin?”

  “Yes, I do.”

  “Then stop worrying. Angela gives her heart too easily and she needs guidance. The men she falls for crush her spirit and give back the pieces minus large chunks. Somehow she regains all but small portions. When she gives you her heart, I want it kept intact. Tonight, I want you touching, feeling, and understanding exactly what she needs. You’ll do great.”

  “I’m glad you have faith in me.”

  “If you do well, I’ll let you handle her aftercare. That’s not an easy thing for me. Now, let’s get started.”

  We walked over to Angela and I watched as her entire persona changed. She no longer looked tired as her head dropped in submission to her Mistress. She followed the directions given and stored her shoes behind the bar before following Lydia to a back room. It wasn’t the room with the shower, though this one did have its own bathroom. I looked at the ring hanging from the ceiling and then looked to Angela. She watched me from the corner of her eye and smiled slightly while Lydia’s back was turned.

  “Clothes off, Little Bird.”

  Angela followed the order and removed her uniform, folding each piece before laying them to the side. Her slender body was so different from the woman Damian had worked with earlier. Angela was thin, with small breasts. Her well-toned figure showed off gentle curves.

  “Walk over to the ring and hold it with your hands. Legs spread.”

  I watched her take ahold of the eye-level ring. Lydia hit a switch and the ring rose higher until Angela’s arms stretched above her head. My balls tightened, and my cock hardened.

  “Krispin, you can take your shirt and pants off or leave them on. Tonight is not the time for your first kiss with my sub but your lips can touch anywhere else. No penetration but anything else goes. I plan to work her thighs and ass, so please keep your hands to the front of her body. Do you have any questions?”

  I didn’t think I could get a word out, but managed to croak, “No.”

  “Then please help support my little bird. I’m not securing her hands and expect you to help her stay upright.”

  Lydia walked to the side of the room as I stepped closer to Angela.

  “Are you okay?” I had to ask.

  Her eyes darted to her mistress.

  “He can talk to you and you may answer. I want you leaning on him tonight. Do you have any questions?”

  “No, Mistress.” She looked at me with nothing but trust. “I’m fine, Krispin, and I’m ready.”

  Music flooded the room. It was one of my earlier albums and Angela smiled.

  “Your music turns me on.” Her voice was music to my ears.

  Lydia walked behind Angela holding a four-foot single tail whip.

  Lydia’s next words startled me.

  “I would appreciate you putting these on my naughty sub.” Lydia’s hands held out two plastic clothespins. I knew they were painful and gave Lydia a questioning look.

  “She thought it was funny when my precious munchkin took a bite out of me at breakfast.”

  “Ouch.”

  “Exactly. If you place the pins further down the nipple it doesn’t smart as much. I can do it if you’d rather, but I won’t be as gentle.”

  I attached the pins myself. Angela’s eyes watered but she remained quiet.

  “Now, brace her body but you might want to be cautious around the pins.”

  The woman was wicked. I kissed Angela on the cheek and then held her jaw between my palms, not sure what else to do at this point.

  “I want you to count for me, Little Bird.”

  She answered, “Yes, Mistress,” but her eyes never left mine.

  The first strike wasn’t hard but her body flinched. I mouthed ‘one’ while she said it out loud. I kissed her nose and she smiled.

  The next nine went the same way. I placed light kisses on each of her eyes, between them and then on both sides of her cheeks with each lash of the whip.

  “I won’t be quite so gentle for the next ten.”

  I flinched but Angela looked at me with a steady dreamy gaze. I let my hand travel from her jaw, down her neck, stopping between her breasts. God she was sexy.

  The sound of the whip changed and air hissed from Angela’s lips and her hips ground into mine trying to escape the sting, “Eleven.”

  I brought my other hand down and circled her breasts without touching her nipples.

  “Twelve!” It was a sharp cry.

  My lips went forward and my tongue came out. I ran it over one extended nipple.

  “God! Thirteen!”

  I licked slowly.

  “Fourteen!”

  I switched to the other breast and let my hands slide past her waist to her thighs. I stroked her pussy while paying continued homage to her breasts.

  “Ahh! Fifteen!”

  “Unclip the clothespins, Krispin,” Lydia said. “Just drop them to the floor, please.”

  The whip sang through the air, and landed before I could obey the instructions. Angela screamed out “Sixteen!” and I couldn’t help the jump my cock took. I had to wait a moment for her body to stop its tremor before I could unclasp the pins.

  Her hands tightened on the ring, and her body pulled back. She bit down hard on another scream, making it come out as a long, low hiss of exhaled breath.

  Lydia’s smile wasn’t the least bit apologetic. “The tighter the clips, the worse the pain when released. It’s a good punishment.”

  The whip made its arc through the air and landed again.

  “Seventeen!”

  “Christ,” I said, wiping my hand over my mouth. The last time I felt this turned on was the fateful night I didn’t stop when my sub gave her safeword. That feeling of control and utter dominance now scared the shit out of me and here I was again. I closed my eyes to gain control and stop the feelings of panic. It wasn’t me causing the pain and there was nothing wrong with enjoying it. “Does she have a safeword?”

  “Of course she does. What’s your safeword, Little Bird?”

  “Red, Mistress.”

  “On a scale of one to five — with five being the highest level of pain —where are you now?”

  “Two, Mistress.”

  I didn’t say anything, just used my hands and tongue to help relieve the sting of the lash. My fingers skimmed the wet silk dripping between her legs, letting the feel and smell of her arousal calm my uncertainty.

  The whip cracked until Angela reached the count of twenty. Lydia lifted a paddle from her toy bag and placed it in my hand.

  “Give her ten,” she said, “and then take good care of my sub or I’ll feed your stiff dick to my dog.”

  She turned, pausing at the door only long enough to lower the lights.

  “Do you want me to use the paddle?” I asked, rubbing my lips along Angela’s neck.

  “Yes, please.” Her voice was low and husky, her need apparent.

  “Where are you between one and five?”

  “Three.”

  “Where do you want to be?”

  “F-f-f-our.”

  “Was that a lie?”

  “Yes.�
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  “Where do you want to be?”

  “Five.”

  “I’ll try.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  Just hearing her call me “Sir” made an electric thrill run through me. I walked behind her to survey Lydia’s handiwork. The pink stripes covering her skin were pure precision but they gave me pause. Depending on the strength of the person wielding it, a paddle could be soft or hard play, but I knew that paddling on top of whip-welts would be excruciating. Those pink stripes might even start to bleed. I had to trust that Lydia knew how hard she’d lashed Angela, and that it hadn’t been hard enough to cause a paddle to draw blood.

  “I want you to count for me,” I said.

  “Count to what, Sir?” she breathed.

  “Until I tell you to stop.”

  My first strike with the paddle was half-assed, not only weak but landing awkwardly.

  “One. Thank you, Sir”

  Was it a good ‘one’?”

  “No, Sir.” At least she was honest. I took a deep breath, adjusted the paddle’s handle in my grip, and swung again.

  Thwap! Yes, that was the way it was supposed to sound: solid, landing fully across both cheeks.

  “Oh, yes…. Two.” Her head fell forward.

  I found my rhythm and continued to a five count. Then I stepped closer to her, pressing my body against her ass and back. Both were amazingly warm to the touch.

  “Where are you now?” I whispered.

  “A four and a half, Sir.”

  “Two more?”

  “Oh, yes… please, Sir.” The yearning in her voice made my dick ache. How I’d missed this, the thrill of taking control and seeing a submissive respond.

  The paddle landed again. As I drew back my arm for the last stroke, I put all my strength into it, relishing her cry though my hands shook. I threw the paddle aside and scooped her body into my arms.

  “Let go of the ring, love.”

  I carried her to the couch and held on tight while she cried softly against my shoulder. I knew her ass, back and thighs had to burn but I wasn’t ready to let go.

  Strands of her warm brown hair were sticking to her tears, and I pushed them away from her face as I peered down at her.

  “I need to know you’re alright.”

  “I’m fine.”

  “I need more than that.”

  Her body shook slightly and I realized she was giggling.

  “I’m doing fine.”

  I allowed myself to smile. She was amazing. “My father told me the word ‘fine’ is dangerous when it comes out of a woman’s mouth.”

  The giggles continued. “I’m more than fine.”

  “Fine,” I said in a mulish tone, holding back the words that fought to spill from my lips. I wanted to tell her she was the most beautiful woman alive. I wanted to say I loved her.

  “Mistress left an herbal lotion for the welts.” She said on an exhausted sigh.

  “This could be painful.”

  “No, it makes it feel much better.”

  “I meant for me.”

  “Oh.”

  I stood, keeping her tightly in my arms and carried her across the room.

  “Please grab the lotion.”

  “You could put me down, Sir. I can walk.”

  “Who’s in charge here?” I asked gruffly.

  “You are.” She smiled

  “So grab the lotion.”

  I placed her over my lap on her belly. I was right. The pain was unbearable.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Angela…

  The next two days flew by with six a.m. breakfast becoming our tradition. He wanted to know about a few of my past boyfriends and his encouragement to talk about them helped. I asked about his girlfriends. Two, he remained friends with but most were band-bunny groupies. Sex went hand-in-hand with his job. I understood but my heart ached at the thought of him leaving to tour.

  Like Mistress, he observed me closely, noticing each nuance even when I tried to hide it.

  “I’ve had sex once since staying at the hotel and that was the first night here. I think I can play a concert or two and resist the women throwing themselves at me.”

  “You haven’t had relief since the first night here?”

  His face took on a red hue. “My cock has become very well acquainted with my right hand.”

  “But you’re a musician.” I fluttered my eyelashes. “I thought you were ambidextrous.”

  He pinched me under the table. “Naughty sub.”

  “Where are you taking me on our date?”

  “Shush, I’m keeping it a secret.”

  “Please?”

  “Do I need to put on a pair of spiked heels and wave a whip to get a little respect?”

  “That might work.”

  “Come on, I‘m taking you back to your Mistress. Maybe she’ll put you in the proper frame of mind before tonight.”

  The day dragged on but finally Mistress helped me prepare. She knew where I was going because she didn’t hesitate when picking out my clothes. The deep red dress was casual but classy. It fit like a second skin and then flared slightly below my hips. It was short but not too short.

  “Leave off the panties.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” I was already at the height of sexual frustration and this would only make it worse.

  “I promise you’ll appreciate my suggestion.”

  He knocked on the door at precisely seven. Carl, our on-loan driver for the night, let him in.

  I walked forward followed by Mistress. He whistled and I blushed.

  “Remember my rules for tonight.” Mistress’s focus was on Krispin and carried a touch of warning.

  My eyes went from his to hers.

  His grin quirked. “I’ll remember your rules, but I have a feeling they’ll kill me.”

  That didn’t sound good, but it was too late to turn back now. What kind of rules had Mistress given him?

  I followed my disgruntled date, dying to ask what the rules were. He didn’t touch me in the elevator but leaned in close and whispered in my ear.

  “I’ll fill you in later. Relax. I have a wonderful evening planned.”

  We ate at a nice restaurant that wasn’t too fancy. The food was good and helped me unwind. My only disappointment came when he sat across the table and not by my side.

  I waited until our food arrived to give a little payback for the seating arrangement. Leaning forward, I whispered, “I’m not wearing panties.”

  I thought he would choke on his food. He took a drink of water and cast smoldering eyes my way.

  “I think this would be a good time to tell you the rules your mistress put on the evening.”

  “Uh oh.”

  “Exactly. Was it her idea to leave off the panties?”

  “Yes.”

  “That evil redhead is trying to kill me.”

  “What are her rules?”

  “No touching below the neck. To make it worse, no part of our bodies below the neck can touch any part of our bodies above the neck.”

  My devastation must have shown.

  “Don’t worry, I have a plan.”

  “Why would she do this?” I groaned.

  “She wants us to move slowly.”

  “You haven’t kissed me yet. How much slower can we move?”

  “Behave or you might not get kissed tonight.”

  My pout lasted through dessert. He wouldn’t even hold my hand. This sucked.

  We left the restaurant and I asked again where he was taking me. Carl drove the Bentley, which was odd because I expected the limo.

  “It’s a surprise.”

  I felt complete confusion when we drove through a residential neighborhood and then entered a high school parking lot. The small school marquee enlightened me.

  Battle of the Bands

  Tickets $5

  I didn’t even try to keep the smile off my face. “You sure know how to show a girl a good time.”

  Carl handed Krisp
in a baseball cap from the front seat and he pulled it down low on his forehead. We walked into the gym and Krispin took me to a table where a young man sat. The loud thrumming coming from the gym made hearing almost impossible.

  “I have two tickets on reserve for Mr. and Mrs. Wayne.”

  The kid did a double take. “Oh God, you’re Krispin Righteous!”

  “Yes, but if you keep that small bit of information to yourself, I’ll make sure you get ten tickets for you and your friends to my next concert in Houston.”

  “Holy shit! Sure, man. You’re secrets safe with me. My band is playing third from the last. We’re Single Body. Oh man, this is cool shit.”

  “Write your name down for me. I appreciate your help in showing my lady here a good time.”

  The eager young man’s hands shook but he managed to hand over a small slip of paper watching reverently while Krispin placed it in his back pocket. “The deals only good if I get out without anyone knowing it’s me.”

  “It’s darker than shit inside. Sit at the back to the right side and you can leave through the side door when it’s over. Thanks, man!”

  “Thank you.”

  We followed the kid’s directions and found seats away from most of the crowd that congregated toward the front. It was loud, sometimes obnoxious; some of the bands were amazingly good and some made us cringe. But the evening was absolutely perfect, and every minute precious.

  We left as soon as Single Body finished playing. Carl waited out front. Even in the quiet of the car, my ears were still ringing. My grin was permanently adhered to my face until I remembered I couldn’t rest my head on Krispin’s shoulder or kiss his cheek for giving me such a wonderful evening. I leaned over and kissed his jaw.

  His eyes smoldered, “Behave.”

  “Yes Sir but it’s quite hard.”

  “You have no idea what ‘hard’ is.”

  The Bentley traveled for about thirty minutes and then slowly drove up and around a small hill, stopping beside a car at the top with only its parking lights on. With a quick smile over his shoulder, Carl got out of the car, and climbed into to the waiting vehicle. As it drove slowly past, I saw Damian behind the wheel, blowing me a kiss. Butterflies fluttered inside my stomach.

  Closing my eyes, I recited out loud, “I can’t break my Mistress’s rules.”