Temporary Dom

by Holly S. Roberts

  Stephon followed, walking over to them as he spoke. “Don’t take his side, Jewel. Remember what he did last night. I think you should torture him a little longer and make him pay.”

  “We need that information, Jewel baby. What did Matt do now?” Rocky yelled from the pool.

  “I give up.” Jewel swayed her hips walking a few feet away from her guys.

  Rocky pulled himself from the water as Angela walked back over. I did a double take because she was holding Machala’s hand.

  “Hey, everyone. Lefty brought a friend and left her all alone so he could make a splashing entrance. This is Machala.”

  I could see the reserved look on Machala’s face and knew I should probably have resisted the urge to cannonball the pool. Rocky got to her before I could and wrapped her stiff body in a wet hug, welcoming her to the party. Machala’s eyes sought mine in slight panic mode.

  “Lay off, Rocky,” Angela said as she pushed him away from Machala. Of course, he turned her way and gathered her close in a gentle hug because of her pregnancy.

  “You know you love us, Mommy,” Rocky said.

  She laughed. “You don’t need more women to love you. Try settling down for a change.”

  “Throw Krispin out and I’ll take you on, baby cakes.”

  Krispin eased himself from the pool. “Get your hands off my woman. She’ll ground you guys from visits if you’re not careful.”

  Rocky placed a loud smacking kiss to her cheek and she laughingly pushed him away. It was nice to see the change in her and Krispin. The band’s first baby was another positive. Five years ago we never saw this coming. Our fame was our downfall, but now our lives were about more than the band. It was about family, friendship, and music—in that order. These kinky guys were my friends and family all rolled into one. Of the group, only Wade played at my home on occasion. I knew Machala enjoyed our scenes with Wade and I didn’t mind giving into her fantasy. She was the only woman I’d ever limited sharing.

  Krispin welcomed Machala as the others, minus Wade, stepped out of the pool and did the same. I waited for them to finish before placing my arm around her shoulder and kissing her cheek. It was my way of apologizing for leaving her when we first came in. She exhaled slowly, giving me a tight ice-smile. This was a first for both of us. The intensity of our relationship kept things far from casual. Today was about relaxing with my friends and acquainting them with the person I hoped would be a fixture in my life. Now, I just had to convince her.

  Wade finally walked over, leaned in, and kissed her other cheek. “Welcome, Machala. It’s good to see you.” Machala did the unexpected—she disengaged herself from my arm and hugged Wade. His arms tightened around her. My last scene with Wade ended my relationship with Machala and Wade took the blame onto his own shoulders. I refused to allow him to contact her and I know it ate at him. I wasn’t jealous of Wade or any of my bandmates. We respected each other’s boundaries and all of them knew how Machala was involved in my life. They also knew I wanted more.

  “You want to go in the house and change?” I asked after pulling Machala back into my side.

  Her body subtly stiffened. “Sure.”

  “I’ll show her where,” Angela said taking Machala’s hand again. “Follow me so I can find out all the inside goods on Lefty. He’s a quiet one and I never have anything to use against him.”

  Angela led her into the house, leaving me out with the guys. Oh and Jewel. She was still a little shy, but slowly gaining her feet.

  “I’ll go gossip with them so you guys can non-gossip in peace,” she said with a touch of spitfire that had me smirking at Matt and Stephon.

  “Non-gossip?” Stephon yelled as she went into the house.

  She glanced over her shoulder. “Yeah, guys talk as much as women they just don’t admit it.”

  She ignored Matt’s mumbled, “Her ass will pay for that one,” but the rest of us laughed.

  Rocky gave Wade a shove. “You didn’t tell us how hot Machala is. What’s up with that?”

  Wade looked to me and winked. “I didn’t want to insult your mother,” he said when he turned back to Rocky.

  “My mother?”

  “Yeah, I fucked her a few months ago and knew if I made a comparison you’d be pissed off.” Wade took off running for the pool followed by Rocky.

  Yeah, these were my boys.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Machala

  Angela was beautiful. In a bikini, her large belly only added to her allure. Jewel walked in behind us as Angela drew me to a bedroom. Jewel’s beauty was different than Angela’s. The scar on her face surprised me at first. In L.A., plastic surgeons specialized in removing anything that distracted from someone’s beauty. Jewel’s scar only emphasized her strength. She appeared shy and I found it interesting that she shared a triad relationship.

  Angela pulled us both into the room, closed the door, and laid full length on the bed. “Sorry, but my belly needs a rest and lying on my side is the only relief I get. “Get comfortable so we can grill you for a bit.”

  I knew in most situations I came across as a bitch and I really wanted to start on the right foot with Luke’s friends. Outside of D/s, I spoke my mind and had the ability to leave people shaking in their boots without much work. I exhaled a breath I hadn’t realized I held. I could do this. I sat on the side of the bed and met Angela’s eyes.

  She spoke before I could say anything. “Thanks for putting Lefty out of his misery. We’ve been waiting to meet you.”

  Both women were smiling ear to ear. “I’m surprised he mentioned me. We’ve been separated for six months and even before that our relationship was not boyfriend girlfriend material.” I wouldn’t lie to them, and a part of me wondered if a different woman¸ and not me, had these two excited. My stomach clenched at the thought.

  “Luke wasn’t exactly forthcoming with your name, but the band gossips like a bunch of old women. Luke’s never brought one of his um, ah, subs around.” Angela looked uncomfortable and I realized it was the mention of the word “sub” that had her nervous.

  “Yes,” I smiled. “I was his submissive, but as of last night, we’re dating.”

  “Dating?” This came from Jewel.

  I decided to relax and give a little. I shrugged off my reserve and it felt good. “Surprised me too. Luke showed up in my office last week and asked me on a date.” I pulled my bag from my shoulder and into my lap. “Just dating isn’t working for me and I kind of brought something to knock him off his dating stride, but I’m not sure it’s appropriate.”

  “For these guys anything’s appropriate,” Angela said with a laugh. “Let’s see it.”

  I pulled the red straps out of my bag. My suit was a cross between fetish gear and a stripper costume. The red latex covered me and added some extra straps for a Dom’s imagination, including one that circled my neck. I’d bought it for a fetish party at a local club, but ended up losing my nerve and not attending. Being the ice queen could only take me so far. This suit said in no uncertain terms—dominate me until I burn.

  Jewel and Angela were laughing so hard I couldn’t help joining in. When I finally gained control of myself I began changing. Outside of D/s, I wasn’t comfortable being around people while naked. But they were dressed skimpily enough that it didn’t bother me to undress in front of them. Besides, I ended up needing some help with the suit.

  Angela adjusted the straps so my boobs fit in. “You know you would make a good Domme if you added some high boots and a whip.”

  Jewel gave me an appraising look. “It’s waterproof isn’t it? Because if it shrinks, you’re in trouble.”

  “I got it out of a swimsuit catalog, so I’m hoping shrinkage isn’t a problem.” I turned and looked in the mirror. Everything vital was covered, mostly. Faint yellowish bruises showed on the backs of my thighs and ass, but it didn’t bother Angela and Jewel, or at least neither commented on it.

  Angela stretched out on the bed again. “I’m trying to figure out
where the ice queen comment in the newspaper article came from. Well, besides the obvious play on your last name.”

  My laugh wasn’t quite so lighthearted this time. “I’m a bitch in the business world. It comes with the territory in a male-dominated industry. Things are getting better, but change happens slowly at the top and I challenge the powers that be. My glacial demeanor intimidates plenty of people. Don’t tell anyone it’s all an act.”

  They both smiled.

  “May I ask you something?” This came from Jewel.

  For the first time in my life, and with two women I barely knew, I didn’t feel I needed to hide who I was. Though I loved Danny and Becky, I minded my P’s and Q’s with them. They didn’t understand my lifestyle. I answered Jewel with a true grin. “Sure, pretty much anything. You just saw me naked.” It stunned me when she blushed.

  “I’m new to the kink world. Being with Matt and Stephon has changed my life. Please don’t take this wrong, but if you kick ass at work, what makes you submissive?”

  My sexual tendencies would surprise the people in my portion of the business world. I hid my lifestyle for two reasons. One was that it wasn’t socially acceptable. The other had to do with more than submission. I was impressed that Jewel asked. “I’m not just submissive, I’m a masochist. I can’t get off without pain. I need domination too. I’ve met masochists who don’t need the domination. They’re fine with just pain. A few even separate it from sex. For me it’s all rolled into one. I started in the lifestyle when I was nineteen. It was the first time I wasn’t made to feel like a freak. It took a little time to find what I needed, but for the first time I had control over my desires. I haven’t looked back and I make no excuses.”

  I could tell that Jewel was digesting what I told her. She finally asked another question, “Did you always need pain with sex?”

  I tried talking about my desires to Danny once. He wasn’t exactly opened-minded, though he tried. This was different. “Actually, something was missing from my first two sexual encounters and I didn’t get off. I had no idea why. Then I met a kinky guy in college and he gave me an orgasm on our first encounter. He was a spankophile.”

  “So if I like pain, I might be a masochist?”

  This had me smiling. Most of her skin showed and I saw no signs of bruising, though it was more her question that had me knowing she wasn’t a pain slut like me. “Probably not, but who knows. You obviously trust Matt and Stephon. See how far they’ll take you. Pleasure smudges the line with pain during sex. For me, I want the pain up front and center. It turns me on and that’s when I need sex.”

  She nodded. “Thanks. I’ll discuss it with Matt and Stephon. Do you mind if I share what you told me?”

  “No.” Because I knew Luke trusted them.

  Angela, who had remained quiet during this talk, spoke up. “If you do find that you like lots of pain, hold off getting pregnant. I’m horny all the time and Krispin barely gives me what I need. I’m not made of glass, but he thinks so.”

  “So noted,” Jewel said as she reached across and rubbed Angela’s belly.

  Babies weren’t for me. I decided long ago that I would never have children. Luke and I hadn’t discussed it, but he didn’t seem like daddy material either. Not that he would make a poor father, just that he didn’t appear to live a life that children would fit into.

  “It’s now or never. How do I look?” I turned so they could both see my ass and the backs of my legs.

  “Delicious,” Angela said with a sigh.

  Jewel wasn’t as comfortable with the evidence of my kink. “I’m not sure how to answer that.”

  “Don’t worry about it. I’m hoping for more before I go to bed tonight. I have a feeling Luke means for me to suffer until I beg him to abuse me.” Now I laughed again. “I practically did a week ago and this past week has been hell.”

  “I’ll show you the door to our dungeon in case he blows a fuse and you need some place private. Just run in there and hide and I’ll give him your whereabouts.”

  Angela had us all laughing when we left the room and made our way through the house. She pointed out the door to the dungeon, explained the layout, and where best to hide. We continued to the backyard.

  The look on Luke’s face was priceless and Rocky’s loud whistle was icing on the cake. Luke’s face was red and it was impossible not to give him my best devilish smile. He walked over, grabbed my hand, and pulled me back inside the house. Good-natured laughter followed us inside. My back hit the wall as Luke lifted both my hands and locked them above my head using only one hand. The other went to my chin locking on my jaw with a tight grip.

  “You are in so much trouble.”

  I licked my lips nervously and Luke smiled his most intimidating sadistic grin. Shit.

  His lips came down hard on mine. Being denied his mouth for so many months was excruciating. He kissed like he did everything else. Luke took. Took my will, took my breath, and took my soul. He held my jaw—bit, sucked, and ran his tongue across my lips. He pulled back with my lower lip between his teeth, his eyes a burning black if that was possible. God I loved him.

  I spoke softly, but I had to know, “Why didn’t you kiss me?”

  He understood I meant the weekends I spent at his home. He shrugged. “I’ve rarely kissed subs, but with you it’s different. My kiss with Wade that day was part of your punishment. When I kiss you, I drink your everything. You let me inside and it’s more than when I pierce your body with mine. I didn’t know how desperately I needed that from you.”

  What could I say? His vulnerability was heart stopping. “Kiss me again, please?”

  He didn’t give me his cruel smile or make me wait. He drank me in until there was nothing left but a desire so strong it was painful. When he pulled back this time, he released my hands and jaw at the same time. “I can’t wait to punish you for this swimsuit.”

  God yes. “Please.”

  “You’re getting toppy. I’ll take care of that too.” His fingers went between my legs and he slid two beneath my suit. I was wet and ready when he pushed them slowly inside. I went to my toes, his fisted hand achingly pushing against my pussy as his fingers drove me wild. He removed them and lifted his hand to my mouth. I would have sucked on them, but he used my juice to moisten my lips before kissing me again. I almost died from the need for pain, and I wanted him to fuck me hard.

  He didn’t.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Luke

  I could think of a hundred ways to punish her and she knew it. She was pushing to get her way and it wasn’t happening. She’d fucked up all my plans of taking it slow and staying hands off. I smiled because she was making it easier to use her body against her. As much as I wanted to tan her ass and legs back to dark bruising, her suffering from the lack of pain kept me from giving in.

  I didn’t try to hide my hard-on when we walked back outside. The guys had seen it before and Angela and Jewel could adjust too. I practically dragged Machala to the pool. I jumped in, taking us both under water. She was always so well-groomed and I wanted to see her wet and wild. She came up coughing—hair plastered to her face, her swimsuit unfortunately not budging an inch. The damn thing looked painted on.

  I was never a fan of collars. They meant nothing to me, but seeing the red latex around Machala’s throat sent a zing to my cock—the one in the cold water, far from cooled down. The rest of the gang made their way back into the pool and eventually we began a game of volleyball after Rocky and Wade set up the net. Our side won, but it wasn’t a true contest. Krispin had Angela on his team and protected their baby in almost every play, costing him points. None of us minded. The future band baby belonged to all of us.

  “Find out where she bought the suit,” Matt whispered before we got out of the pool.

  My reply had him laughing. “Hard Dicks R Us, I’m sure.”

  “Yeah, Stephon and I will be cutting out early with Jewel. She’s grabbed my junk under the water several times and I’ll be damned
if I’ll let it pass.”

  Yeah, another hard-on bites the dust.

  Too bad for Machala. I wasn’t that easily swayed.

  We ate hamburgers and hotdogs and made it an early evening because sex was like thick fog in the air. I swear each of us men could smell it as well as see it.

  “Any chance you want a third for the evening?” Wade asked before we left.

  I noticed his smile and realized he was teasing. “Fat fucking chance. If I get this ironed out I might call you in a few weeks, though.”

  “Make sure it’s solid. I don’t want to come over and it ending the way it did before.” His eyes still had that haunted look and I realized Wade might need another D/s session.

  “You good?”

  He knew what I was asking. “Mostly. I hate to admit it, but I think I’m lonely. Rocky and I can only stand so much of each other’s company.”

  “Call if it gets bad. I’ll clear it with Machala and she doesn’t need to be there.”

  “It’s time for you to take care of you. I took your advice and called Damian. He’s working on something for me.”

  I gave him a half hug before searching out Machala. I had to practically wrestle her away from Angela. At least she was dressed again in casual clothes, though when it came right down to it, she made me hard no matter what she wore or didn’t wear. I placed my hands on her shoulders and ran my nose over the skin on the back of her neck. Her entire body melted into me.

  “Time to go,” I whispered. Angela was close enough that it didn’t matter how low my voice was. She laughed, gave Machala a quick kiss on the cheek, and went to find her man, who was still out on the back patio.

  Machala turned in my arms. “My place or yours?” she asked.

  I rested my chin on her head, pulling her against me. “Yours,” I practically groaned. Not because of what would take place once we got there, but because of what wouldn’t.

  We didn’t speak during the drive. I watched Machala squirm in her seat, cross and uncross her legs, and thrum her fingers on her thighs. Leaving her would be harder tonight and that seemed impossible after leaving her a week ago.