One Dom at a Time

by Holly Roberts

  “Argh, you did not just say that?”

  “Oh baby, I want to talk dirty to you. I want…”

  “Stop.” My hand covered his mouth and the son of a bitch bit me. It wasn’t gentle either. “Ouch. Okay Mr. Fuck Fangs, I’d like to explore your club and get to work but I need a sub. I’d also appreciate a recommendation. Tonight I want a male. He needs to be tall, with dark hair and eyes. Some heavy muscle would also me nice. If you have a twin brother, I’ll take him.”

  Damian laughed full out. I loved the sound.

  “Your wish is my command and I have the perfect sub for you. I want to see you work the St. Andrews Cross if your game?”

  “My pleasure Master D.”

  Chapter Seven

  Adam was a hot cowboy. He was no Damian but I couldn’t complain. I left his hat on along with his chaps. I worried that Mr. Fuck Me Tonight would give me a complete loser. It was nice to be wrong. Though, it wouldn’t have mattered because I was horny as hell and could get my rocks off just by closing my eyes and dreaming about Mr. Palatial Penis.

  The crowd began gathering while I strapped Adam to the St. Andrews Cross. It was top of the line and would lay flat which was perfect for what I wanted later. “Your safe word?”

  “Red Mistress.”

  “We’ve discussed your limits and I know you like pain but tonight I’m only getting familiar with you.”

  “Yes Mistress.”

  I kissed him. It wasn’t anything like Damian’s kiss but I liked to get to know all my subs this way.

  Standing, I removed a cock ring from a tray on the side table and clamped it tightly on his erection. He groaned.

  “Shh, don’t make a sound or you won’t like the punishment.”

  I used the whip. It was new. Just by warming up my wrist and snapping it a few times, my mind drifted to the deep dark place I craved. This was my own special universe where I could block out everything around me and concentrate on my sub.

  Adam trembled when I ran my hands around his chest and then over his firm ass. I kissed his lips again. His heartbeat picked up. My hand moved down to his cock and I ran my fingers up the hard length being squeezed by my play toy. His breathing accelerated more. Mine was slow and steady.

  “Shh, remember my command.”

  He knew better than to speak. I stepped away and released the coil. It dropped to the floor and I rotated my wrist one last time.

  The crowd went quiet and waited.

  I gave them what they desired.

  My sub was good and took the pain. I checked a few times and he assured me through gritted teeth that he wanted more. I would use Adam again. I liked choosing my scene partners depending on what I planned. Adam would make a good whipping post on nights when I needed a heavy workout. I also wanted to see what Adam could do with his mouth. I craved relief.

  He broke. It took twenty minutes, but finally his yell resounded through the club.

  My body was slick with sweat and with two more strokes of the braided leather I was finished. I walked to Adam and began loosening the turn wheels that allowed me to flatten out the cross. Raul helped. He didn’t need to ask what I wanted, he read my mind. When Adam’s body tilted back, we unbuckled him, turned him over, and refastened his bindings. I walked around and shimmied out of my shorts. Facing the crowd, I grabbed the bar above Adam and straddled his face.

  “Lick me Adam, slowly, clean my pussy.”

  The crowd watched. My head went back and I groaned as my orgasm built. I closed my eyes imagining one mouth on my cunt, one tongue licking and sucking my juices. I pictured his face, his grin, and those sexy dimples. The orgasm pulsed through my pussy and I cried out. Yes, I would be using Adam again. I hoped he remained unattached.

  Slowly, my eyes opened and burning dark orbs pierced mine.

  My sexual release gave me enough control to ignore his scalding gaze. This is who I was. I made no excuses.

  I adjusted the cross and moved Adam to a standing position again. Pulling my shorts back up, I tied the leather strings and then walked around and removed Adam’s cock ring. He groaned but managed to hold most of the sound in.

  “It’s okay you can make noise now. This is for you and if it feels good I want to hear it.”

  I removed a cherry flavored condom from the tray beside me and rolled it over Adam’s cock. I liked candy and this kind had no calories. I worked my tongue over him and then took him fully into my mouth. I sucked and moved my lips while slowly massaging his balls with one hand. His cries grew louder and finally he shouted and spurted into the condom.

  I looked to where Damian stood but he was gone.

  I began unbuckling the leather cuffs from Adam’s legs first. Raul unstrapped his wrists and asked Adam if he could stand on his own.

  Raul assisted him to the couch hidden by a grouping of plants that covered the alcove behind the scene area. Each station had a small alcove for after care.

  Adam lay with his head on my lap.

  “Raul, can you get us bottled water?”

  “Yes Mistress.”

  “Tell me about yourself Adam.”

  And it began. I knew I wouldn’t want to leave El Diablo when my time was up but I would.

  Raul returned with our water and another thirty minutes passed. I could really use a glass of wine.

  “Adam, would you be willing to finish showing me around? I’ll buy you a drink. I would like you to continue as my sub this evening, are you interested?”

  “I’d be honored Mistress.”

  Raul walked over to us after we left the area.

  “Do you have enough to keep you busy Raul?”

  “Yes, mistress. I have a Dom interested in me and I’ll go up to my room and change if you don’t mind.”

  “Have fun.”

  “I plan to Mistress.”

  I looked at Adam. “I would like to meet some of the other Doms. Are there any you think I would like?”

  “Mistress Anna is a favorite and Master Jordan. He likes fire play and he should be at his station soon.”

  “I’m not into fire play myself but I wouldn’t mind watching. Lead the way please.”

  We walked out of the alcove and I noticed a large crowd a few stations down.

  “Is that the fire play?”

  “No Mistress, fire play is only performed at station five. You’re looking at station three.”

  “Let’s see what’s going on.”

  We walked over and I could see between a few of the people watching. It was Damian and god he was sexy. The butt plug in his hand made me squirm. He had a woman displayed over a spanking bench. She was writhing and moaning loudly. His hand came down on her lower back and then moved to her rounded plump cheeks. Her body was lush and beautiful.

  A scream rang out when Damian ran the butt plug along the crack of her ass. She was behaving badly and the damn thing wasn’t even inserted.

  Damian’s hand slapped down hard across her ass.

  “I don’t mind hearing you scream when I give you a reason but I’ve barely touched you.”

  “I’m afraid Master.”

  “I think I can help with that but I want silence for the next five minutes, understood?”

  “Yes Master.”

  His finger entered her pussy. He added another and pushed in, then drew them out. It was slow torture and her rounded ass bucked slightly but she remained quiet.

  With my totally fucked up head working overtime the scene didn’t make me jealous, it made my cunt throb. I wanted to play too. Turning to Raul, I nodded to the floor and he went to his knees. My hand went out and pressed his head to my hip in a loving gesture. “Watch.” I wanted his eyes on the scene and not me. I had a feeling I was giving away too much when it came to Master D.

  When her orgasm started, Damian inserted the plug and Miss Screams A Lot let loose. It was high pitched and irritating but I guessed some men liked it. Oh Lydia, thy name is jealousy. I smiled and at that moment he looked into my eyes. His ignited and I
knew the flames in mine answered. I couldn’t get away quick enough and poor Adam had trouble coming off his knees and keeping up.

  At two a.m. the club slowed down. I spoke with several Doms and Dommes. They paid membership dues and looked at me as something of an oddity but they were nice. I really liked Anna, and we had plans for some shopping later in the week. Adam scheduled with me the following week and gave me the lowdown on several subs he thought I might enjoy working with. He also spoke more about his poor little rich boy life and Damian was right; money did fuck you up. At least Adam seemed happy now and he was working on his master’s degree in psychology. Too bad I would be long gone when he started practicing.

  I made it back to my rooms and let Samson outside. I fell into a fitful sleep and dreamed of Damian and his mouth.

  Chapter Eight

  I didn’t see Mr. Lush Lips the next day but he escorted me to the club that night. He said a few clipped sentences but after that he didn’t invite conversation. What a grouch. We parted at the bar and I ordered a strawberry marguerite. Yep, a girlie drink but I didn’t care. I never got drunk when I worked but I needed to get Damian’s sour mood out of mind.

  I worked with two different subs but I didn’t take any pleasure for myself. They never complained and both enjoyed pink skin along with several orgasms.

  I had the next two nights off but had to be back on Saturday. I requested Angela for a new idea I was playing with and gave Raul a list of what I needed. I gave instructions to Angela not to shave or wax intimately before our session.

  Shopping with Anna and Raul was a blast. Always take a gay man shopping was my motto. He and Anna hit it off and they made plans for her to use him in one of her scenes.

  “I don’t quite understand why you won’t use Raul as your sub?” Anna asked when Raul took a side trip to the men’s room.

  “I don’t know. It just doesn’t feel right but at the same time he’s wonderful. What he really needs is a male Dom who turns him on and won’t let him get away with any shit. Watch it or he’ll be topping you.”

  She laughed. “I have a trick or two for naughty subs.”

  We both laughed.

  “So give me the low down on you and Master D.”

  I could tell curiosity was eating her up.

  “There is no low down. I want him, he wants me, but we’re not playing. Two Doms don’t make a right.”

  She chuckled at my play on words. “Last night he was intense, almost volatile when he enacted his scene. He wants you bad and I’ve never seen him go after a Domme. There isn’t a sub at El Diablo that doesn’t want his collar. Every once in a while he’ll spend a private weekend with a sub but after that it’s business as usual. Right now he’s behaving odd and we all feel the tension.”

  “I’m only here for three more weeks and I can’t see Damian with stripes across his ass. If he wants me, that’s what it will take.”

  “Oh girlfriend, that will never happen. What brought you into the scene?”

  “When I was eighteen I fell for an older man. He was a Dom and I spent a very eye opening weekend learning it was hard for me to be submissive. I was quite chubby back then and embarrassed about my body. I began working out, jogging, and then I ordered a bull whip online. I watched videos and practiced for hours every day. I worked as a secretary but little by little I began exploring the lifestyle at night.”

  I looked away. I had left out so much. So much hurt and pain but I only shared those memories with Raul and Sam.

  Saturday arrived and I was looking forward to working with Angela. Damian didn’t escort me, he sent Carl. I refused to ask about Mr. Succulent Semen.

  My scene was set up like I asked. This was role play and I wanted to have some fun.

  I tied a silk scarf around Angel’s eyes and whispered in her ear. “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes Mistress.”

  “Okay, remember your safe word. I won’t take you farther than I think you can go but tonight I’m pushing.” I kissed her forehead.

  “I want you on your knees in position.”

  When I was ready I placed her on the St. Andrews Cross and using gel, I shaved her pussy while I massaged her rounded bottom. I never touched her cunt with my fingers.

  Angela groaned.

  “Shh, no sounds, we’ve only just started.”

  “Ahhh, please Mistress.”

  “Angela my sweet sub, your punishment will be the delay of your first orgasm.” I planned on giving the crowd a real show but now I would withhold her first release.

  I used a flogger and concentrated on her breasts and upper thighs. I avoided her freshly shaved pussy knowing it was begging for pain and pleasure.

  She began whimpering. I had no mercy. I didn’t use any vaginal or anal toys. I wanted her screaming from the feel of the leather strands striking her body. I stopped for a moment and approached her. I took one hard nipple into my mouth, sucked, and then moved to the other.

  I used the flogger again and she began moaning loudly. Without stopping, I looked to the side of the station at Kyle who placed a condom on his erect penis when I gave the signal. I stopped and he walked to Angela and straddled her hips. I squeezed in between Kyle’s outer thighs and Angel’s upper body. She couldn’t see what we were doing or who was doing it to her. I took a nipple between my lips and Kyle plunged inside her pussy in one smooth thrust.

  Angela screamed, Kyle moaned, and I watched Angela jerk against the restraints. My pussy clenched and I wondered if I could resist Damian much longer.

  My head turned and there he was. His hand was on his cock. It was free of his pants and he stroked up and down. He turned to the sub at his feet and her mouth took over where his hands had been. I needed an ice cold shower for me and a baseball bat to knock out the little subs teeth.

  I snapped myself out of my less than pleasant thoughts. I owed the crowd a few more of Angela’s orgasms. It was time for my first toy.

  After the scene and my time alone with Angela, Anna walked over and invited me to a private party in one of the suites after work. We quit work at two a.m. but first I went back to my room, changed, let Samson out, and then found my way to the party. It wasn’t a D/s party, it was a good old fashioned let’s get drunk and celebrate Saturday night party. I wore what Damian referred to as my hippie clothes. He had my closet stocked full of them. It actually made me smile.

  I was getting tipsy and taking my first sip of my third margarita when the devil himself walked in. He was a flaming beacon in a room full of dazzling people but I slid my gaze away and spoke with one of the El Diablo male bartenders.

  Unforgiving steel hands landed on my shoulders and hot breath passed over my bare neck then traveled to my ear. “I want you.”

  I turned on the stool and placed my thighs on the outside of his hips. My skirt pulled tight and his hands came up moving the skirt up past my knees so he could move in closer. My lips traveled past his neck but I didn’t touch. I gently bit his earlobe and then whispered, “No.”

  His hands moved under my bottom and brought the center of my thighs even with his hard erection. His mouth went back to my ear. “I have a bet for you.”

  Our voices were low but I’m sure everyone in the room was watching our sexual play. “Terms?”

  “Two subs, blindfolded. Whips only, no toys, they won’t know who’s working who. First one to bring their sub to orgasm wins.”

  “And what is the wager?”

  “One night of being the other’s private sub.”

  I pulled back and looked into his shadowed sensual eyes. I was a little beyond tipsy but I knew what I heard.”

  “You would sub for me?”

  “I have no intention of losing.”

  Chapter Nine

  Our bet made the rounds like wildfire. It took place on Monday, usually the slowest night for the club. The place was packed. Damian picked the subs. They were best girlfriends and enjoyed working together and partnering with one Dom. The rules made them smile. Neither w
ould know who wielded their whip. No skin could be broken or the bet was forfeit. Damian had another St. Andrew’s Cross moved into the largest station area. We blindfolded the women and then Damian gave me choice of Subs. I took the blonde.

  My hand trembled slightly while I rotated my wrist. I inhaled deeply. I could win this. I refused to watch Damian prepare. I focused on my sub and finally controlled my heartbeat.

  The wager started.

  I worked her slow with little pain allowing her to become accustomed to the feeling of the whip going around her arms and legs. Every four or five lashes and I would wrap the whip around her breasts or strike her pussy. The response was instantaneous and I backed off. I would then go back to the arms, legs, belly, and upper thighs. All my focus was on my sub and her pending release.

  It took twenty minutes but she was so close. I cast my first glance at Damian. He wasn’t working his whip, he was staring at me. I looked at his sub. She hung limp in her restraints. With purposeful strides he walked over, removed the whip from my hand, and handed it to another Dom. I didn’t even see who it was. My eyes were glued to the devil’s gaze.

  I was hot, sweaty, and terrified.

  He won.

  Could I do it?

  Looking around for an escape route was stupid but I did it anyway. My world tilted and I was over his shoulder like his promise from the first night we met. A round of applause broke out and I knew my ass was on display for everyone. It didn’t matter, I lost the bet.

  The blinking lights went by as he walked through the club straight to his office. His fingers punched in the access code for his private elevator. He was taking me to the penthouse.

  “You can put me down now I’m not going anywhere.”

  A hard slap landed on my ass.

  “You do not have permission to speak. You know the rules.”

  Another hard slap landed for emphasis but besides my quick suction of air I remained quiet.

  He carried me into the elevator and my stomach sank as we traveled upward. All I could see was the plush black carpeting.