Destined to Dominate

by Red Phoenix

  He shakes his arms as if he can still feel the painful reverberations from the impact. “I almost walked away at that point, but I had a feeling…so, I hit a foot higher.”

  “And?”

  Baron pushes several boxes away from the wall, exposing a grapefruit-sized hole. “You won’t believe it.”

  I raise my eyebrow with a smirk. “How many mummified bodies are in there?”

  Grinning, Baron pulls a small flashlight from out of his pocket and kneels beside the hole. “No bodies…but it’s something much more interesting.”

  He shines the light in the hole. I join him on the cement floor and stare inside the dusty cavity. The room looks expansive, and I see a familiar wooden object in the middle. “Is that a St. Andrews Cross?”

  “It is!” he announces excitedly. “And I think that’s a queening chair sitting beside it.”

  I gesture for Candy to join us so she can have her own peek. “Do you believe it was a private dungeon?”

  Baron shakes his head. “No, it’s much too large for that. I’m leaning toward it being a secret club in the forties smack dab in the middle of this uptight LA neighborhood.”

  Candy sits on her heels after having a look, and giggles. “Not everyone was sleeping in this neighborhood.”

  “So, explain to me why you haven’t demolished the wall already?” I demand with a smirk.

  Baron answers by pulling a second sledge hammer out from behind a stack of boxes. “I was just waiting for a friend…or two.” He pulls a third one out and gives it to Candy, who sways from the weight of it when he lets go.

  As he passes us disposable facemasks and tells us to put them on, he explains, “Nothing is more unsatisfying than to discover something incredible and have no one else to share it with.”

  He slips his own mask on, and says in a muffled voice, “Ladies first…”

  Candy giggles as she hefts the heavy tool and swings it at the wall. The force barely makes a dent.

  “Let me prep it for you,” I tell her. I hit the wall with a well-placed strike that has just enough pressure to loosen it, then I instruct her to take another swing. Candy gives it her all this time, and we watch with gratification as chunks of wall crumble to the cement floor.

  After that, it becomes a free-for-all as all three of us make short work of the wall. We stand there afterwards, waiting as the dust settles.

  Once I deem it safe, I take off my mask and tell him, “You do the honors, Baron.”

  Candy and I follow behind as he steps into this new part of the house. We begin exploring the abandoned dungeon, finding not only the St. Andrews Cross we’ve already noted, but also several more of them on the opposite side of the massive room.

  Along with the queening chair, there are a variety of spanking benches, stockades, whipping poles, decorative cages, various bondage tables, and even a dual sex swing. Baron walks over to it, fingering the cracked leather. “This has certainly seen better days.”

  Candy grins. “I can imagine the fun that was had in these…”

  “As can I,” he agrees, looking the dual swing over with interest as if already contemplating what he would do with it.

  “Did you notice the painted walls?” I ask Baron.

  “No.” He moves away from the swing to brush his hand against the caked-on dust on the wall. Sweeping the years of dust away reveals a vibrant painting of two submissives on their knees, enthusiastically pleasing their Master.

  “A talented artist,” Baron states as he stares at the wall.

  “Quite stimulating,” I agree, feeling a surge of desire as I examine the erotic painting. I glance at Candy, imagining the things I want to do to her when we return home.

  “Do you think this was a private club for the elite?” Candy asks Baron.

  “It sure as hell looks like it to me. I’m going to start researching the original owner and see what I can find out about the man.”

  I look around the enormous dungeon, wondering what’s to become of it. “What do you plan to do with this?”

  That’s when I get an answer I’m not expecting.

  “All this equipment shouldn’t go to waste. And this is an ideal setup…” Baron looks around at all the tools and equipment. “I think I have the perfect use for it, but it would have to include both of you.”

  I am not ignorant of the fact Baron is attracted to Candy, but I have no interest in becoming a threesome. Before I can reply, he states, “Captain, you and I are of a similar bent. I saw it in how you handled Liege, and now with Mary.”

  Candy shoots a surprised glance at me, and I groan inside. Baron has no idea that I’ve never told her about my encounter with Liege. I ignore her questioning gaze, wanting to discuss it with her later, in private.

  “What are you envisioning, Baron?”

  “You know I case the BDSM clubs, looking to protect subs from wannabes, but I see the greater need. A one-night rescue isn’t always enough. There are some subs who have been damaged by the unhealthy power exchanges they’ve suffered, and they need guidance. The three of us could provide that for them in a safe environment. Not only to overcome their past, but to also regain their power as individuals.”

  “And how would we accomplish that?” I ask, intrigued.

  Baron smiles when he answers. “In much the same way as the Submissive Training Center—through instruction. However, it will be at a much slower and more limited capacity.”

  He turns to Candy. “That’s why your input would be invaluable for these submissives. Both Captain and I can explain and demonstrate the dynamics of a healthy BDSM scene as Dominants, but you add the perspective of a submissive and can empathize with their struggles in overcoming past abuse.” His voice becomes somber when he tells her, “Captain and I can show them what to expect in a Dominant but you, Candy, can act as their guiding light.”

  I have a concern, based on the basic structure of the program he’s shared with us. “When you say it would be modeled after the Training Center, are you meaning the practicums, as well? Because—”

  Baron holds up his hand. “No, Captain. This is about guidance, not practice. We want them to become reacquainted with the common BDSM tools and equipment in a positive and nonthreatening environment. Our program would provide a safe place for them to ask questions, observe, and test the tools and equipment for themselves. What they choose to do afterward is entirely up to them.”

  “This sounds amazing!” Candy exclaims.

  “But how would it be funded?” I ask, wanting to know the logistics before committing to anything.

  “It would take place after business hours, and there would be no compensation for your time. However, I would provide this place and seek out donations from the BDSM community to help support our efforts.”

  Candy looks at me hopefully, but I appreciate that she isn’t putting me on the spot by asking for my answer now, in front of Baron.

  What she doesn’t know, however, is that I have already made up my mind. “If Candy is agreeable, I would be honored to join you in this endeavor.”

  Baron looks to Candy, who nods her head vigorously. “You couldn’t stop me!”

  Holding out his hand to me, Baron shakes it firmly. “To the beginnings of a productive partnership, Captain.”

  The glint in his eyes speaks to the level of passion he feels about this project, and I am emboldened by it.

  When Baron lets go of my hand, he shakes Candy’s next. “The three of us are going to change lives,” he states.

  “I know,” Candy answers confidently.

  Looking around the space, Baron suddenly stops for a moment and closes his eyes. A heavy silence falls over the area. When he opens them again, he explains, “I felt the breath of Adrianna’s presence just now.” Baron’s smiles broadens. “I’ll take it as her blessing.”

  I stand there, looking at the three of us—each seeking to find meaning after suffering tragic losses. Our need for purpose binds us together in ways others will never understan
d.

  “Now comes the hard part,” Baron states, looking over all the dusty equipment. “It’s our solemn duty to test out each and every piece of furniture here for quality assurance.”

  He looks at me with a smirk. “Don’t you agree, Captain?”

  On the way home, the question that has been burning in Candy’s heart finally finds its voice.

  With a tremble in her voice, she asks, “Captain, what did Baron mean when he said that you handled Liege?”

  I reach over and stroke Candy’s cheek as I keep my eye on the road. “I didn’t do it for you, my pet. I did it strictly for me.”

  “Did what?” she cries.

  Frowning, I turn to her briefly to answer. “I simply went there to collect all his video tapes, and to warn him never to attempt it again.”

  Candy looks at me warily. “Why don’t I believe you?”

  “I didn’t hurt him,” I growl. “I just scared the bastard.”

  Candy shakes her head slowly, looking even more upset. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “The two of us were not a couple at the time, so I felt no reason to burden you with it.”

  “Was the plan to always keep it a secret from me, then?”

  “Candy, you told me never to say his name again—that you couldn’t stand thinking about him, even for a second. I simply made sure you never had to.”

  She looks at me sideways. “But Liege is still alive, right?”

  “Of course. Unless he’s killed himself out of his own sheer stupidity, which would be no fault of mine.”

  “Captain, you shouldn’t have gone there,” she says, looking troubled.

  I purposely hold back mentioning the fact that he had another girl captive in his apartment when I arrived. I don’t want Candy focusing another second of her life on that fucker. “I haven’t been to see him again,” I assure her.

  What I don’t say is that I’ve been checking up on him regularly with my spyware to ensure he doesn’t hurt another living soul.

  Candy’s troubled expression slowly relaxes, and I finally see a speck of a smile emerging. “Although it makes me sick to think about you taking that risk…I do appreciate your protective nature, Captain.”

  “I would do anything to protect you.”

  “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m afraid of.”

  I shake my head. “Don’t be. I would never risk my life needlessly. You and I have too much to live for.”

  Old Fears

  Candy

  During the day, I take my marketing classes, looking like any other college student on campus. At night, however, I join Captain and Baron as we plan out how to help emotionally scarred submissives regain their power and confidence.

  As much as I enjoy the creativity and research involved in marketing, what the three of us are planning to do with this program is far more exciting to me.

  To help someone slowly open up and trust again who has been crushed by physical violence or mental abuse, is life changing. I know Baron and Captain have the needed compassion to inspire that trust, as well as the dominance to push each individual to grow further.

  This secret club under Baron’s house will be transformed into a safe haven for the broken women and men in our BDSM community—a place where they will be fully accepted right where they are emotionally as they find their way back to who they truly want to be.

  The three of us feel strongly that Baron and Captain cannot take on the roles as temporary Dominants, even in a severely limited capacity. Emotional ties could form that would hinder a submissive’s progress.

  Baron suggests reaching out to Sir Thane Davis to see if he and Brie would have any interest in joining our team as a couple. With his extensive knowledge and experience, along with their strong D/s dynamic, they could provide needed instruction while remaining emotionally distant from those they are working with.

  We both agree, so Baron arranges for Sir Davis to call once they return from their honeymoon.

  Captain gets the call early in the morning. I hold my breath as I listen to the one-sided conversation, anxious to learn what Sir Davis has to say.

  “How does next Wednesday at noon work, after your return?”

  There’s a momentary pause before Captain replies, “Excellent. We are looking forward to sharing our plans with you.”

  Another short pause and he chuckles. “Yes, Baron has been chomping at the bit to tell you for a while now.”

  Captain’s look of surprise alarms me, until I hear him laugh. “I must admit I never saw you as a doting husband but, then again, you never take on any job without giving it your full attention.”

  My heart melts when he says that about Sir Davis. I love knowing that Brie is married to a Dominant who isn’t afraid to love his wife so well.

  “Think nothing of it. If such a simple request will provide you peace of mind while you travel this week, we’ll be happy to do it. Candy and I can even visit her, if you’d like.”

  I perk up, excited by the prospect of seeing Brie for a social visit.

  “I’ll be sure to ask. Safe travels, Sir Davis. I look forward to speaking to you next week.”

  After hanging up the phone, I ask, “How did he seem?”

  “Like a man who doesn’t want to leave his new wife,” he says, chuckling to himself.

  “About our meeting with him?”

  “He definitely seemed interested. I have a good feeling about it, although the fact that Brie is expecting may complicate things for us.”

  I giggle. “I can’t believe she got pregnant that fast! They didn’t even get to enjoy being newlyweds.”

  “I’m certain it was strategic on Davis’s part. Better to be a father at his age than to wait and be one at mine.”

  I wrap my arms around him joyfully. “Well, that’s something you and I don’t have to concern ourselves with.”

  He kisses the tip of my nose. “I have a gift for you, kitten…”

  I purr happily. “You do?”

  “Yes. You will find it in my closet. There is a pink bow on the box.”

  I run to the closet, my heart swelling when I see the box with the pink bow sitting on the shelf. I pick it up and carry it back to him, grinning excitedly.

  “You have kept up on your studies while working every night with both Baron and I on this project. I think it’s high time I spoil my kitten.”

  I bite my bottom lip. Captain has taken on the household responsibilities in order to allow me time to devote to my courses. Really, I should be the one spoiling him…and I definitely plan to tonight.

  At his insistence, I untie the satin bow and pull off the lid. I see the gifts have been packed in layers, the top one being a golden pet bowl engraved with my name.

  “I love it!” I cry, picking it up to admire the shiny bowl.

  “I like seeing you drink out of pretty things,” he says in a sensual tone.

  I lift a pink layer of paper to reveal a fuzzy pair of pink cat ears with stylish maroon tips. I hold it out to him and close my eyes as he places it on my head.

  “Adorable,” he says with a wink.

  I lift the next layer of paper and find a golden plate with rhinestones set around the edge.

  “For when I share a meal with you,” he says in a gruff voice.

  Already I’m anticipating the evening ahead and sigh with contentment as I lift the final layer. I let out a little gasp when I see it.

  “Do you like it?”

  I stare at the furry kitten tail attached to a gold butt plug. My eyes widen as I pick up the soft faux fur tail and notice it’s decorated with a pink bow and jewel tied at its base.

  My heart starts to race, knowing tonight will be our first time exploring anal play together.

  “I think it’s beautiful,” I tell him, smiling shyly. “I can’t wait to wear it.”

  Captain nods, pleased at my reaction.

  He instructs me to put the items back in the box for later, but to leave the kitten ears on my head. I spend
the afternoon finishing my research paper.

  My pussy is wet the entire time just thinking about the night’s events ahead.

  I glance at him while I work, and the butterflies start up again. Leave it to Captain to make anal play something pretty and romantic…

  At six, Captain tells me to close my books and turn on the news while the two of us start preparing dinner together. I love our time in the kitchen when we choose a new recipe to try. Just as I’m laying out the ingredients for our meal, I hear Captain command, “Stop.”

  I look up to see him staring intently at the television. I turn my head to see a fiery explosion as a large jumbo jet crashes to the ground.

  I cover my mouth in horror as it disintegrates before my eyes. As the news replays the video, I hear the commentator say the plane had just taken off from LAX, headed for Dubai.

  “Oh, my God, did that just happen here?” I ask Captain.

  “Put everything away,” he orders in a calm voice.

  Despite the even sound of his tone, I know something is horribly wrong. “What is it?”

  He turns to me. “Sir Davis was on that plane.”

  “No!” I cry in horror as I look back at the TV screen and watch again as the plane explodes as it crashes to the ground.

  I pull off my kitten ears and lay them on the counter, a sick feeling growing in my stomach. As I put away the ingredients, I listen as Captain talks on the phone, asking for information about Sir Davis.

  It doesn’t seem real…this can’t be real.

  “Come, I have information for Mrs. Davis,” Captain tells me.

  I go to grab my purse, but drop it, my whole body numb from shock. Captain picks it up and gently takes my arm, guiding me to the car.

  On the drive over, he tells me, “Brie is going to need your strength right now. You can’t give in to your own emotions or fears. You are there solely as her friend and support. This is about getting her through this event intact.”

  I nod, but my heart and head are reeling as the vision of that horrifying plane crash replays in my mind. “Do you think he survived?” I whisper.

  “There are survivors,” Captain answers.