One Dom at a Time

by Holly Roberts

  One Dom at a Time

  By

  Holly S. Roberts

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  El Diablo Book I

  Published by H.S. Roberts

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  One Dom at a Time

  El Diablo: Book I

  Printing History

  First Edition: August 2012

  ISBN: 978-0-9847257-4-8

  All rights reserved including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form.

  This is a work of fiction. ALL characters are derived from the author’s imagination.

  Chapter One

  The whip snapped with just enough force to bring a low cry from Angela. When I used the twelve foot Australian leather in a scene it always drew a large crowd. I heard their breathing and I could feel the sexual excitement in the air. I stayed in the zone and so did my sweet sub; Angela was one of my favorites to work with.

  Moisture beaded along my hairline as my arm came up and flicked the whip again. Red welts systematically appeared down her body; just enough to leave a fine line but never break the skin. This is what the members of the Mediterranean Club paid for. Though calling it a club was going slightly overboard.

  MC was a BDSM dive. I had worked here for three years and done everything from tend bar to discipline subs. My current role of enacting scenes for the questionable crowd was my favorite. I blanked out the whispered voices, the smell of sex, and too many bodies. Angela needed me.

  I was fortunate the owner appreciated the crowd I brought in and let me decorate, clean, and maintain my own alcove. I also had a small office off the back where I could soothe and comfort my patrons after I finished breaking down their submissive barriers.

  I gave Angela a brief respite so I could adjust the speed of the vibrator clenched within her tight pussy. Her moans became louder and I rotated my wrist ready for the next round with the whip. Snap; I loved the sound when it popped against flesh.

  Finally she could no longer hold back her screams and she found release; her orgasm rippling through her body carrying the crowd with her. Many of the watchers pulled their subs aside to private areas for a small moment of relief before the next show started. I had one more exhibition for the evening and then I could go home. I hadn’t used my vibrator in more than a week and I needed a little fantasy time.

  I removed the juicy pleasure toy from between Angela’s legs and assisted Raul in releasing the sobbing woman from her bindings. He carried her nude body into my small private domain and gently placed her on a tall padded bench.

  "I'll take it from here Raul, thank you."

  "Yes Mistress Lydia." His eyes never looked into mine.

  Angela lay down on her side shuddering and trying to control her emotions.

  I walked over, ran my hand gently through her hair, and helped her sit up to take the sip of the water I offered.

  "Thank you Mistress."

  “You did wonderful tonight Angela, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you more beautiful and responsive.” I kissed her on the cheek then took out a bottle of my own special blend of oil to coat the red welts I left on her skin. I also wanted to make sure I hadn’t caused any lasting damage. There was no sign of blood or torn skin but I liked to assure myself my subs were okay before they left my private room.

  "Lay back sweetheart and I'll get you fixed up so you feel better."

  "Yes Mistress."

  I helped her to her stomach and began soothing the oil into the soft skin of her legs, back, and butt. "Tell me about your week." I kept my voice gentle. This was her time and she needed a reward for giving me her trust. I listened attentively and made the right sounds of encouragement when called for.

  "He didn't call. I waited all week and now I know he won't be back. I loved him but he couldn’t accept what I needed."

  "When’s the last time you saw your therapist Angela?”

  “I saw her two weeks ago and she told me Aaron probably wasn’t the guy for me but I was still hoping he would give us a chance.”

  “Is that why you requested I use the whip tonight?"

  "Yes Mistress, I needed to forget the rest of the world. Thank you."

  My hands continued to glide gently over her firm buttocks and upper thighs. Angela's body was beautiful. If I was gay, I would be in love with this messed up beautiful woman. The men in her life were stupid. “Turn over and let me get the front.”

  I began rubbing the oil into her breasts, upper thighs, and stomach. Towards the end of the scene, I struck her perfectly groomed pussy a few times because I knew it would take her over the top. Now, I made sure I massaged the faint red lines to take away the sting.

  Angela’s breathing quickened but she knew my rules; no sex outside of a scene or you were no longer one of my treasured subs. I was strict and never deviated from my rules. I also never took a permanent sub. It was all in the not so fine print of the contract they signed before I worked with them.

  "You’re beautiful Angela." I plucked her nipples with a little twist and she groaned in response. I kissed her cheek and helped her sit up. Grabbing a soft towel from a shelf below the bench I wrapped it around her and took a quick peek at the time. I had forty five minutes until my next scene. Angela needed me more than I needed my low-cal snack break so she got her wish. We sat on the couch and my sweet little sub asked permission to lay her head in my lap. My fingers ran through her blonde strands and I listened while she spoke more about her life.

  This was the time it all became worthwhile and our poor fucked up lives took solace from human touch and caring. I sipped on bottled water and gave Angela another full bottle to make sure she stayed hydrated. I hated the post scene sub drop and having this bonding time helped us both avoid the feeling of aching loneliness.

  “Are you going home now or will you hang around for a while?” I knew the Mediterranean Club was not the best place after a scene but there was little I could do but ask Raul to keep his eyes open.

  “I'm going home but I'll make an appointment with you for next week.”

  “I'll miss you until then.” The towel slipped off her breasts and they begged for attention but it wouldn’t be from me. I took her lips in a soft kiss. My gaze traveled up as the door to my private world opened. My hand clenched suddenly in Angela's hair though I softened my grip immediately.

  “This room is off limits. Please leave and close the door behind you.” I expected the door to shut immediately but an unfamiliar man entered. He was over six foot of tall, breathtakingly gorgeous, and ever so lickable. His aggressive stride brought him completely into my private sanctuary. His hot body didn’t belong at the MC.

  I held Angela still as her muscles tensed and she tried to move her head from my lap.

  “If you take another step, I'll have security throw you out of the club and have your membership revoked.” It was the best I could come up with when what I really wanted was to replace the date with my vibrator and use the stud standing at my door.

  “I'm afraid it's your boss who gave me permission to come in here.” Dark dangerous eyes looked into mine. He gave a quick glance at the nearly naked woman in my lap but then zeroed in on me again.

  His voice was sexual, deep, and commanding. Angela's body trembled in my arms. I began running my hand through her hair again though it was a nervous gesture on my part and damn I was never nervous. I now had a slight inkling of who was standing in my domain and I wasn't happy.

  “Angela my sweet, our time is up. Thank you for sharing your beautiful body and giving me your pleasure. Come in early next week and I'll buy you a drink. I would like to try a new scene and I think it will push you just a bit more.” Looking up into the intense eyes watching
me I leaned forward and took Angela’s mouth. This time I put a bit more sensual movement into my lips. As if on cue she responded with instant passion. I knew better and I didn’t mean to tease her but Mr. Dominance shook me up.

  I pulled away from the kiss and gathered the towel around her shoulders. “Get dressed and have Raul escort you out. I’ll see you next week.

  I walked her past Mr. Umm He Smells Delicious and looking out the door, my eyes found Raul who was cleaning my area for the next scene. I gave him my “you will be punished” look for not warning me about my visitor but then I nodded my head toward Angela so he would follow. Raul and I were a team and he knew Angela required watching after a scene. I shut the door when the two walked away.

  My eyes traveled slowly up the large yummy male body standing in front of me. He was wearing black loafers, black pants, and a long sleeved white dress shirt unbuttoned halfway down his remarkable chest. Clearly defined muscles bulged beneath his shirt which made the entire package sexier. They weren’t the over the top muscles of a competing body builder but with a little oil he would make a statement. His skin was darker than a sun tan would provide and I guessed he had Native American, Hispanic, or another darker skinned race somewhere in his bloodline. He was gorgeous. I’d heard the rumors through the BDSM grapevine but seeing him in person was different. For the first time in years my pussy creamed at the sight of a man.

  I was male exclusive when I fucked but it took a lot of work to take me over the edge. I had a feeling this man could do it without touching me. He was trouble and it didn’t help that he knew how insanely sexy he was. I’m sure he just blinked those luscious dark eyes and most women drooled as an orgasm rocked their world. I hoped the saliva in my mouth stayed where it was and I could get through this without making a complete fool of myself.

  When my eyes finally stopped on his heated gaze, he quirked his mouth slightly and I noticed the dimples that only made him more arresting. I bet he hated those dimples. I managed to control my breathing. I wasn’t the best dominatrix in the state for nothing. My cool gaze met his; one master to another.

  “Mr. Collins, you’ve taken me by surprise. I thought I was clear in my refusal of your offer.”

  “I was told you only fucked men.” His chocolate eyes pierced mine as he held back a grin but purposely let his dimples flash in a well-practiced expression that had to drive women mad with lust.

  My shoulders stiffened. “I don't discuss my sexual preferences with strangers.”

  This time he smiled full out and my knees melted. Years of hiding my own inadequacies kept me standing in the face of Michelangelo’s David. I was really in trouble.

  “I don't particularly care about your sexual preferences but I paid a lot of money to find out what makes you tick and I wasn’t expecting surprises. I can't say I'm thrilled to fly halfway across the country to handle what should have been a cut and dry deal you couldn’t refuse. I’m not fond of the word ‘no’ so here I am at this less than stellar establishment. Seeing it in person is far worse than the pictures my team provided. I’m at a complete loss about your reasons for refusing to work for me.”

  This was his Dom voice and it was enough to snap me out of my love sick fantasies of taking his hard cock in my mouth and making him moan. Anger helped me gain control of my erratic heartbeat. There was nothing I could do about the fire from blazing in my eyes. My complexion turning from pale to red was the bane of light skin, freckles, and red hair which hung in a single roped braid down my back. I had a Dom voice too.

  “You've wasted your time for nothing and there was no need for you to slum in my neck of the woods. My answer was final, is final. No!”

  “Your boss feels differently.”

  “My boss can't afford to lose me.” Johnny Ford knew I was his bread and butter and I drew beginners and BDSM legends to his slimy assed club.

  At five foot six and 140 pounds, I wasn't small and it took years to turn my extra pounds into muscle. Those muscles could wield a whip to perfection. I had come to terms with my large framed body. Damn, Damian Collins made me wish I was 5'2" and built like Angela. Argh, the man was a god or the devil as his name suggested. He needed to leave.

  “Your boss has been well compensated for your time and he’s placed you at my disposal for the next 30 days.”

  No fucking way. Hot fury rushed up inside me, steam should have poured from my ears and eyes. “I am not for sale Mr. Collins, to you or by my ex-boss. Emphases on ex.”

  I stormed across the room and using the key I hid on top of the cabinet, I opened my locker and retrieved my large personal bag. It held my street clothes along with sub toys but there was no way I was changing. If a cop stopped me on my way home he would get an eye full and maybe I would get out of a ticket. I didn’t see myself driving slowly and obeying the speed limit and I would pay the damn ticket if it came to that.

  Refusing to look at Mr. Dick On A Stick, I made sure I had everything. I wouldn’t be back and the sick feeling in my stomach only pissed me off more. I refused to let it sway me and only had one goal before I left. I would walk out this room and kick Johnny in the balls like I should have done many years before. I was never coming back.

  I turned to the door but my cream dream fantasy blocked my path, his back resting against the scared wood.

  “I’m taking you to dinner to discuss my proposal.”

  The arrogant ass. My eyes traveled to the corner camera. It might be my private room but for safety reasons the cameras were essential. The problem was Johnny knew how I would react and I could only guess at the amount of money it took for him to give me up for a month. Damn him, he wouldn't be sending a bouncer to get me out of my current predicament.

  I had no choice and even with years of self-defense I had little chance of removing my problem physically. His broad shoulders brushed both sides of the door frame. God I loved a large chest and a man who made me feel small.

  Controlling my inner slut, I snapped out of lust and into disgust. My only chance of escape would happen after I was out of this office.

  I met Mr. Dreamsicle’s eyes. “Well, the answer is no but I wouldn’t want to refuse a free dinner.” I couldn’t hide all my irritation but my voice dropped down a sexy notch. I was a good actress.

  His grin flashed again and stepping back, he opened the door letting me precede him.

  Chapter Two

  I kept my office brighter than the low to no light in the main part of the club. It took a moment for my eyesight to adjust. Unfortunately this wasn’t a good thing. I often thought blindness would be better than looking at the crappy surroundings. The darkness did nothing to hide the shabby sleazy atmosphere.

  I figured Johnny shopped at the BDSM equivalent of a garage sale or he gathered donations off curbsides where people hoped someone could benefit from their castoffs. Slimy surroundings went hand in hand with a slimy boss. But, no more, I was finished.

  Damian didn’t touch me but he used his large frame to crowd my body on purpose. The man had nerve and entirely too much alpha sex appeal. I cast an angry glare at a group of subs sitting on a garish couch with their mouths hanging open. Too bad I wouldn’t be around to give a little discipline. I noticed Molly sitting with them. Like a good sub, she kept her eyes down. She was pretty but overweight by fifty pounds. I was sure she wouldn’t make it past the door of Mr. Edible’s private club. If I still weighed over two hundred pounds I wouldn’t be in my current predicament. Maybe I’d eat a cherry Pop Tart tonight.

  I took a deep breath and as much as I hated to admit it, I was pissed at being forced to leave this smelly, seedy place that had become my second home.

  Out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of Johnny. My body turned but a strong hand grabbed my forearm and led me away from the harry balls that needed my knee. “I’d like a word with my boss.” My voice was sharp.

  “No, and if you insist on causing a scene I’ll pick you up and carry you over my shoulder. Your choice.”

  I ca
me to a dead stop and looked up into the dark eyes that held a promise and looked like they would enjoy my humiliation. No one topped me outside of my bedroom but this Neanderthal Romeo didn’t know that. He only knew I was dominant. Why did I get the feeling he thought he could control me. I’d had enough and if Johnny was getting rid of me and wouldn’t be sending backup, I needed to handle this myself.

  Using my body, I stepped into Mr. Deluxe Dimples. In perfect text book self-defense 101; I grabbed his arm, tipped my shoulder, and bent at the waist. Taking another step in, I twisted and leaned to the side as Mr. Tall, Dark, and Airborne went flying. The entire move took less than three seconds. Before he made a solid thump against the cheap carpet, I was heading out the front door just daring the bouncers to stop me.

  I cleared the entrance debating if now was a good time to run. I wasn’t concerned about what was ahead of me; I was terrified by what I left behind. I cast a quick look over my shoulder.

  “Are you Ms. Simmons?”

  Shit, I couldn’t help my startled squeal. Two hundred and fifty pounds of double trouble stood in front of me leaning against a black limousine. I was so fucking screwed. At that moment Mr. Maniac came through the door. His dimples were no longer showing.

  “If she gets away, you’re fired.” His voice was deadly.

  There wasn’t even a split second to run as ham hocks wrapped tightly around my arms.

  “Place her in the back.”

  “You son-of-a-bitch, this is kidnapping.” I was scared but I wouldn’t show it. My foot kicked out and Mr. Muscleman number two let out a grunt.

  The car door opened and a not so gentle hand pushed me in the back. I was wearing knee high black boots and a short black leather mini skirt with a red thong beneath it. My knees hit the side of the limo and I fell forward with my ass in the air. A solid hand came down across my displayed cheeks and I scrambled inside. I crawled to the far corner and sat on the same afore mentioned now sore appendage.