“And that will remain your fantasy. For a hundred thousand dollars you might have been able to talk me into whoring myself.”
“Tsk, tsk, Lydia. It wasn’t the money, it was the bet. I don’t want to pay. I want you willing or at least working off a wager.”
I let the working comment pass. “Most Doms respect a Domme and don’t feel the need to control anyone but their submissive.”
“Is that what you think? I guarantee every man who watches you wield a whip wants you chained and screaming. The difference is I’m not afraid of you and I go after what I want.”
“My body is not part of the deal.”
He took a step closer and I took a step back.
“You know if you use your little flip trick again I’ll go over the wall.”
“That really got to you didn’t it?”
“So much more than you know and I still owe you a punishment, but not yet. I’ll let you worry about it for a while longer. The anticipation should make you wetter.”
I wasn’t going to lie. He knew every woman creamed when he flashed his dimples. “When do I start work?”
“Tomorrow night.”
“Then I need my sleep.”
“A late night snack will be here in a minute.”
Samson heard the word snack and came running. He walked up to Mr. Wet Panty Advertisement and sniffed the hand placed out. He licked it and then licked again.
“He likes the salt on your skin.”
“I’d like you to lick the salt from my skin but it’s not my hand that’s the saltiest.”
“Does that line work for your other Dommes?”
“I don’t want to fuck the other Dommes and I’m afraid I never mix work with pleasure. With you I’m making an exception.”
“Poor me.”
“I don’t usually care for ball gags but I might make an exception.”
“Is that a threat?”
He laughed again. There was a soft bell chime and he turned and walked back the way he came. I followed and Samson followed us around the outside of the apartment as we entered the doors I’d originally gone through when I first arrived.
Our waiter placed the meal on a side table and after a short bow he disappeared. Damian poured wine and we ate a cheese quesadilla sent down from heaven.
“Room service and anything else you need is available using the house phone. Just press zero. Your phone is programmed to call my suite too.” His dimples appeared. “Just press 666.”
I couldn’t help my return grin. “You take this entire devil thing very seriously.”
“It’s my trademark and it’s earned me a lot of money.”
“I understand why you want me working at your club but why do you want me in your bed?” My voice went husky against my will.
“Hmm, I went to The Mediterranean already knowing what you looked like and how good you supposedly were. I watched the tail end of your scene and my cock got hard. In this business you become jaded. Watching a simple scene doesn’t usually do it for me but you do. Even dressed as you are now in your lose flowing hippie clothes, I’m hard. I wore these pants because I knew I would be uncomfortable if I slipped on my jeans. Really, I’m not sure what it is. You aren’t the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, you don’t have the best body, but you are sexy as hell. I want your braid wrapped around my hand and your mouth on my cock. I want red stripes across your ass and thighs. Then I want to kiss each one with my fingers buried deep in your pussy. When you come, my mouth will be licking every bit of juice from between your legs.”
My breathing was heavy and thank god my cell phone rang and saved me.
Fumbling, I finally managed to answer. “Umm, hello.”
The phone disappeared from my hand. “She’ll call you back in a few minutes.”
He was close and he took a step closer. He didn’t touch me but bent his head and soft warm air blew past my ear when he spoke, “Your shift starts at nine tomorrow night. You have a closet full of appropriate clothes. Carl will show you the way. Be on time.”
He stepped back and then walked out the door.
Chapter Six
Raul also had a closet full of BDSM attire. His leathers came with a small pitch fork emblem. Mine did not. He chose a set that showed off his nearly perfect physique and exposed 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 hid the marred skin but with his choice of outfits the scars were a statement and made him sexier.
“Do you think they’ll fire me the first night for frightening the customers?”
“We’re both walking 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 as my sub.”
“Still one of my best memories. Tell me why we became friends and you no longer top me?”
“Because you are much better as my assistant than you ever were as my slave. You cry too easy.”
“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 chuckled. “You’re blushing. This could be a fun night.”
“Let me dress and then we’ll get it over with.” I refused to acknowledge his teasing.
My wardrobe selection was far more extensive than Raul’s. The closet was the size of my bedroom back home. There was a mirrored wall and a white plush bench in the middle of the room. This was mine for thirty days and I would enjoy every minute. I chose a black leather front lace up corset. There was a purple ruffle at the top but it didn’t hide much of my breasts. My nipples would probably spill out at some point during the night. I chose black leather shorts that also laced up the sides. I didn’t trust my crotch with Mr. Drip Fest around and I wanted it covered. I left an inch of skin showing down the center of the top and down the sides of the shorts.
My black boots back home were cheap and uncomfortable. I slipped on a pair of four inch supple leather ankle boots from the closet and fell in love. They fit like a dream.
I didn’t go for garish makeup but I did put on black eye liner with a slight curl at the sides. My eyes were a deep dark blue and one of my best features. My hair was in its customary braid but this one was high on my head. With a touch of deep red lipstick, I was ready, not.
My hands shook when I opened the door. Raul and Carl stood waiting.
Raul’s whistle had me blushing which was the biggest downfall of my pale skin.
Wow Chiquita, I so want to play.”
“It’s Mistress to you.” It was time for the show and I wouldn’t take any shit from Raul for the rest of the night. He knew I wouldn’t discipline him but I had no problem finding someone who would.
“Yes Mistress.” He tried to hold it back but I could hear the smile in his voice.
“Are all my personal items set up?”
“Yes.” Was Carl’s reply. I arched an eyebrow.
Raul answered next, “I made sure it was the way you like but my work was overseen Mistress.” Raul was a tad disgruntled.
“Let’s do it.” I wasn’t going to be more ready than I was now.
We followed Carl. He led us away from the bank of elevators we took the evening before and stopped at what looked like another guest room door. Carl entered a pin number and the door opened. Another elevator door slid quietly to the side.
“Use your private suite code for this elevator and it will take you to the club. You may go there when you’re not working but proper Domme or sub dress is required. If you want a normal atmosphere use the lobby or second floor bars. There’s also an indoor pool and health club. Your room will have a list of everything the hotel offers. Use your room number on the bar or dining tab, everything is paid under the terms of your contract.”
The door slid open and the world changed.
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br /> The lighting was low but spotlights to the sides softly lit up scene alcoves. The sounds of spanking and cries were normal but that’s where normal stopped.
There was a real honest to god carousel in the center of the large rotunda. It moved slowly and subs were riding brightly colored horses and moving up and down with their hands chained to the pole in front of them. The colorful lights glowed and turned a child’s ride into an erotic wonderland. There was a spanking bench, no two, where the customary park benches should be. It was totally awesome and erotic. This was a BDSM playground.
Displayed in all his glory, a young male sub was having a flogger used on his pink striped behind by a Domme. My nerves settled. I was back in my world.
Finally, I was able to take my eyes off the moving carousel. There were three bartenders behind a thirty foot bar. They wore black silk long sleeved shirts completely opened down the front with black bowties identifying them as El Diablo employees. Two of the bartenders were women and they wore skimpy black bras. All three had on skintight pants.
Looking around I noticed the cocktail waitresses had similar tops and bow ties but sported skimpy black leather skirts, black thongs, and high heels. A woman was laying full length on top of the bar and whenever a Dom sitting nearby placed an order they walked over and delivered a hard slap to her naked behind. Her shoulders were shaking up and down. Bad sub.
A warm hand on my arm startled me. I didn’t need to look to know who it was. Turning, I barely managed to get a breath in.
His chest was bare and smooth. His leather pants looked painted on and disappeared into black leather boots that stopped just below his knees. Each muscle begged to be touched. I barely had enough control to keep my hands off his man boobs. Slowly my eyes traveled back to his face.
Dimples.
His fingers released my arm and surprisingly, I was able to stand on my own. Even in full Domme mode, it was pure torture to be around him.
“Mistress Lydia.” He took my hand and kissed the inside of my wrist. His tongue licked the area before releasing me. My pussy clenched.
“I have a surprise for you and I’d like to show you around.”
“That would be wonderful.” My Dominatrix voice sounded breathy in my ears. I had to get control of myself.
We walked closer to the carousel and I could see faces of men and women riding the brightly colored horses.
“If you choose a sub for the night they can wait for you on the carousel if you need to leave them alone. House rules don’t allow un-claimed subs or approaching another Dom’s sub on the Carousel. You can also see that discipline is one of its better features.”
I looked at the sub that was flogged moments ago. His mouth worked between the Domme’s thighs and she was holding tight to a pole made for just that purpose.
The slow spinning movement stopped and a young woman stepped down. She held the carousel controller in her hand and approached us. My shock was apparent. It was Angela dressed in the El Diablo employee uniform. She went to her knees at my feet. My hand touched her hair but my eyes went to Damian.
“Permission to speak Mistress?”
“Yes Angela you have permission.” Tears burned my eyes but I held them back.
“I arrived this morning. Master D. gave me a job and when I’m not working I’m a full member of the club.”
I couldn’t help my frown. “You traveled this morning and you’re working tonight?”
“Yes Mistress but Master D. told me if I didn’t take a nap I could not come in this evening. I only work for another hour but he wanted me here so you would feel comfortable. I would like to write myself on your schedule for next week if it pleases you Mistress?”
“Yes it pleases me. Thank you Angela, you have made my evening brighter.”
“Thank you Mistress, I must get back to work.”
Yes you should, I’m not sure kneeling while you’re on duty is a good idea.”
Damian’s voice interrupted, “An exception was made this one time. She asked and I granted her this small favor.”
I stopped Angela with a slight touch to her arm. She turned and I gently kissed her on the cheek. “Thank you for being here.”
“Yes, mistress.” Angela gave me an incredibly sweet smile before she walked away.
“Do you like my surprise?”
“Your control of my life makes me nervous.”
“Too bad, you lost the bet. We need to finish your tour.”
“You cheated.” I said with a disgruntled voice though Mr. Nasty Nipples ignored me.
Curious eyes followed us. Damian took in everything with a sweeping gaze but for the most part ignored the patrons. The entire club was lavish and even smelled delicious; leather, wood oil and sex, nothing like the Mediterranean. Everything looked new, expensive, and clean. The lighting was perfect and the music in the background was subtle with a heavy bass. A group of people sat on low couches playing cards. Subs sat at their feet; some naked and others barely clothed. This was the world of pleasure and money; my world for a short time.
What surprised me the most was everyone was not beautiful. There was one woman who was pleasantly plump and wore the collar of her Dom. Her Dom handed her a drink and sweetly touched her hair. She smiled and said thank you.
There was an older couple; both looked to be in their sixties. He was collared and looked blissfully happy, wrinkles and all.
“Excuse me Master D.” A bouncer spoke. “We have a matter that needs your attention.”
The Master in question looked my way. “Come with me, please.”
I so wanted to come with his cock buried deep inside my pussy but I nodded my head and followed.
We stopped at a corner station and I could hear loud sobs as we approached.
“Master Ellis was escorted out. His sub has a few bruises and he didn’t stop when she gave her safe word. I’ll have his file on your desk in the morning but I thought you might want to see to Melody sir.”
Damian walked into an alcove separated from the station by lush plants. I could smell the rich soil and greenery. A thin woman was lying on the couch and Damian sat down beside her.
“Are you okay Melody?”
“He hurt me.” She sniffed while trying to regain control of her emotions. “I used my safe word but he wouldn’t stop.”
“Do you need medical attention?” His hand tilted her face up so she looked at him.
“No Master D. I’ll be okay.”
“Good, here sit in my lap.”
He pulled her gently over and cradled her like a baby. His hand pressed her head against his shoulder then went to her breast and kneaded the plump flesh tenderly. His other hand went to her shaved pussy and massaged her labia.
Fuck me, my gut clenched and my fingers tightened into fists. I was jealous. I’d watched this happen with subs hundreds of times and I had gentled subs this same way myself but I wanted his hands on me.
Damian kissed her. It was tender and sweet and I wanted Melody to die.
“Stephen please have Melody’s preferred drink delivered here and find Kyle for me.”
“Yes, Master D.”
I continued to watch and Mr. Lusty Master continued to comfort the no longer crying female.
“You called Master D?”
He was tall, almost the size of Damian, and he was incredibly gorgeous, it was hard to tell who was the better looking of the two men. This hunk wasn’t dressed as an employee he was a Dom.
“Do you have a sub for the night Kyle?”
“No, I don’t.”
“Melody has need of some TLC and I was hoping you would take her to one of the private rooms and make her feel better.”
“My pleasure. I take it Master Ellis will not be returning?”
“No he won’t and I want you to watch over Melody until a new Dom can be found for her.”
“Again my pleasure.”
“I’m sure you’ve figured out at that this is Mistress Lydia. She’s off limits except to the
subs.”
What? Did I just hear him right?
Kyle smiled and went to kiss my hand but a glare from Mr. Dramatic stopped him. Kyle grinned and tipped his chin down in acknowledgment. “It’s nice to me you Mistress Lydia.”
“Nice to meet you Master Kyle.” He dropped my hand and I couldn’t help myself. My fingers grabbed his and I raised them to my lips. My tongue came out.
Kyle fought a full out grin and quirked his eyebrows at me. He then took Melody from Mr. Control Freak’s arms and walked away.
“You will be punished for that too my dear.”
“Promises, promises.”
I couldn’t help but look at his crotch where his erection strained against his pants.
“I see Melody has you hot and bothered?”
Before I could draw another breath into my lungs, Damian’s arms wrapped around me and his lips took mine. They nibbled, they sucked, and then they devoured. My pussy went into overdrive and my pelvic bone rocked against his hard cock. His hand went to my braid and used it to tug my head back giving his mouth better access.
After I was thoroughly kissed; hot, bothered, and wet, his lips stopped their assault. His chin rested on the top of my head and he said with a throaty growl, “We can’t do this here. It will be bad for business and bad for you in general.” His hand tightened its hold in my hair. Come to bed with me when your shift is over. We need to get each other out of our systems. I need to fuck you. Say yes.”
I inhaled his musky scent slowly into my lungs. The soap he used and his spicy natural body odor were incredibly erotic. I exhaled. “Sorry but I must decline and I would prefer you not kiss me again.” I was glad he wasn’t watching me lie. “I’m not sleeping with you and I don’t care if I’m in your system or not. I have sex with subs and my private life is my own. I might want to fuck you but I won’t. Candy is not good for my teeth or my hips.”
His chuckle was low and rich. “Oh you stubborn bitch. I want your teeth on my candy.” His hips ground into mine and then he released me. “I promise my cum is sweeter than chocolate and you can lick it off my lollipop stick.”
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