A Dom for Patti (5 page)

Chapter Eight

Patti
stayed away from The Club for two weeks nursing her disappointment about
Cameron. The deprivation was acute and forced Patti’s suppressed loneliness to
the fore. She forgot about booking a vacation and on the Wednesday night of the
third week, she dressed in a favorite dark blue cocktail dress, and went to the
club
. I’ll find someone else. He lied to
me. He has someone and I don’t. I need to move on, get back in the saddle as
the stupid … stupid, saying goes. What a fool I was to believe in him. What the
hell … fuck it! Fuck it all. The first guy who approaches me can soothe me.

She
soaked up the familiar atmosphere as she walked into the main room of The Club.
The dim light welcomed her. The low thump of the dance music surrounded her.
She cast a quick glance around to assess if there might be a free Master to
help her chase the memories of
lying,
cheating,
Cameron, away for the night.

Master
Dominic sat on one of the leather couches adjacent to the dance floor. His long
legs encased in black pants and his usual black leather, calf-length boots, he
caught Patti’s eye before she bowed her head.

Patti
walked quietly, head down to a table close by. The underskirt of her dress
rustled as she perched delicately on a chair. She knew Dominic would give her
release, but she had to earn it. Desire coiled in her stomach as she watched a
scene happening at another table. Patti pushed away memories of Cameron as the
Dom pulled his Sub across his knee and spanked her. The low moans of pleasure
from the Sub grew rhythmic as the Dom gave the last slap and pushed his fingers
into the Sub’s pussy. Patti watched his thrusting fingers, hypnotized, with her
nipples peaking against the stiff bodice of her dress and her pussy clenching.
Her need for sex grew with each of the Sub’s gasps until Patti rocked on the
end of her seat with an edgy frown and her tongue pressed against her top lip.

Under
this crush of desire fueled by loneliness, she didn’t know Master Dominic had
moved until he ran his hand across her bare shoulders. She arched to his touch,
her head lifting as he placed his hand on the nape of her neck.

“What’s
going on, Patti? You’re distraught.”

She
shivered as he ran a finger up and down her backbone. “Sorry, Master Dominic.”

He
grasped a handful of her hair and brought her to stand before him.

The
move served to harden her nipples even more as the smallest sting ran across
her scalp, and then he’d relaxed his grip and held her head, the pad of his
thumb pressed on her lips.

A
clench contracted Patti’s stomach muscles. Her pussy creamed. She’d not worn
panties and the wetness reached to the tops of her inner thighs.

“You
didn’t answer my question. I can’t see you in such need, when I know you have
no regular Master or Dom, but I want an answer from you. I think you need a spanking––to
remind you who I am––before I give you release.”

Patti
closed her eyes with pleasure. Master Dominic would ease her need. She swayed
toward him in gratitude at his approach. “Sir, I do deserve a spanking. Will
you take me to a private room so that I can answer your question after my
punishment?”

He
gazed intently at her, his green eyes, a mixture of kindness and desire.

“There
are none vacant. I was doing surveillance so I know, but there are booths free
on the second floor. Come with me.”

He
strode away toward the wide stairs curving up to the mezzanine floor where
booths lined the back wall and a balcony looked down on the dance floor for members’
viewing pleasure.

Patti
followed behind him. Her heartbeat sped up as they mounted the stairs. She
licked her suddenly dry lips. Dominic was very sexy and caring. He’d scened
with her before and she felt safe with him. Still, a wretched little thought
pricked at her.

If only I was here with Cameron, but I’m
not and never will be. I need this. I’ll feel so much better after this.

Dominic
chose a booth at the end, situated in the darkest part of the room. He moved
the small round table from the interior of the booth and turned to Patti.

“Remove
your dress.”

Patti
drew the side-seam zipper down and pulled down the thin straps that held the
dress up, letting it drop to the floor in a rustle of taffeta and fine silk
lining. She stepped out of the dress under Dominic’s intense gaze.

He
smiled,
his expression one of amusement. “That has to
be an expensive dress. Pick it up, and place it on the bench.”

Patti
bent to retrieve the dress.

Dominic’s
fingers trailed over her ass and slid between her legs as she froze, her ass in
the air and her heart hammering in anticipation of pleasure. He gave her
creaming pussy a short slap. “Do as I ask.”

Patti
stood and put her dress on the bench seat on one side of the booth.

Dominic
was suddenly close behind her. He’d pulled off his black shirt and now he
tossed it onto the seat next to her dress.

She
felt the warmth of his muscled chest against her back and moved instinctively
to lean against him.

“Remind
me of your safeword, Pet.” His breath spiked over her ear, down her neck and
tingled in her nipples. She turned her face to his as he grasped her naked
breasts and kneaded.

Her
mouth was close to his as she tilted her head.
“Lemons,
Master Dominic.”

“Well
done.” He didn’t kiss her but his praise felt like a kiss to Patti.

He
rolled her pebbled nipples in his fingertips and pinched hard.

“Do
you deserve a spanking?”

Patti
gasped as her pussy throbbed.
“Yes, Sir.”

Dominic
turned her and looked into her eyes. “I believe you do, Patti.” He picked her
up and carried her to the bench seat within the booth. In one swift move, he
had her over his knee. His hand came down on her ass just above the top of her
thighs.

The
vibrations flew along her pussy. Her engorged clit rubbed on his hard thigh
muscle and Patti groaned with pleasure.

He
smoothed the palm of his hand over her ass and then—
smack
.

Patti’s
pussy creamed down her inner thighs as her ass quivered under his slap.

He
lifted her then and stood her before him.

“Tell
me what’s made you so distressed.” He ran his fingers up and down her stomach
in gentle, teasing sweeps, dipping occasionally to the slit of her shaved
pussy.

Patti
sighed. The mix of pleasure from Dominic’s hands and the pain of losing Cameron
fought within her, and she dropped her voice to a whisper as she gave her
answer.

“I
met a Dom here, more than four weeks ago now. I felt we connected on a very
deep level. I honestly thought there might be a chance for love, and, Master
Dominic, I needed to meet someone so badly. I suppose I was blinded by wanting
too much, because I discovered from a friend that the Dom I met has a regular
Sub. He lied to me. He cheated and tricked me. I haven’t visited The Club since
I discovered the lie, and it’s been so hard. I need release, and yet I’m sad.”

Dominic’s
hands drifted up and down her body, blazing a trail of desire even though the sadness
over Cameron filled Patti anew.

He
stood and raised her face to his, holding her face in both hands. “Do you want
to report him?”

Patti
mouthed the words. “No, thank you.” Her ability to speak aloud had disappeared.

She
watched as Dominic’s eyes filled with amused kindness.

He
brushed his mouth on hers and sat again, bringing her with him to straddle his
knee. “You need to come.”

He
traced her cream around her folds before he pushed a finger into her pussy.
“You are free to express your pleasure and come, but to please me I will want
more than one orgasm from you.”

He
added another finger to stroke deep inside her as his thumb worked magic on her
clit.

Patti
slid her arms around his neck and rested her forehead against his. “Thank you,
Sir.” She savored the raw pleasure as Dominic finger-fucked her. Her orgasm
came quickly and was so intense she couldn’t help but ride his fingers, her
hips bucking.

Dominic
held her around the waist with his free arm. “That’s it, Pet.” He circled, and
pressed her clit as he curled his fingers in her pussy, his whisper against her
cheek as she fought to breathe.

She
came again, a moan torn from her as the waves of sensation rippled through her
clit and pussy, up into her core.

Dominic
waited until she stilled and then he pulled his fingers from her and cuddled
her to his chest.

Patti
rested her face on his neck, closed her eyes, and sighed. She clung to him.

He
traced his fingertips around on her shoulders and up into her hair. He pulled
her head back to look into her face.

Although
the pull was gentle, Patti snapped her eyes open.

“I
know what it’s like to love someone who does not return that love. It can hurt.
Love isn’t easy to find. I’m sorry this happened to you. If you become
distraught with the need for release again, you may ask me to provide it. If
you decide you would like to report him … find me. I’ll deal with it.” He
adjusted her on his knee. “Sit with me for a few more minutes.”

****

Later,
when Patti was home and in her bed, she stared into the darkness. Feeling more relaxed
than she’d been in the last two weeks, her eyelids grew heavy and they closed
as she considered Master Dominic.
He’s a
kind man. He’s very handsome, sexy, and an exciting Dom … I needed his
attention.

Wonder who he loved … or loves?

Chapter Nine

Cameron
sat with his brother Blake, in their fitness center-café.

“It’s
just the insurance angle, Blake. And making sure we didn’t need some kind of
license, too. It’s short notice.”

Blake
smiled and put down his coffee cup. “It’s on Friday … that’s a whole week to
deal with things. I’ll check. I’ll arrange everything. What’s
really
wrong with you? This is a
publicity opportunity as well as a modeling assignment for me. It’s that girl,
isn’t it? You’re still hung up on her and the notion you fell in love. Why not
come with Amanda and me to The Club this weekend and look for her again,
or
there might even be a Sub, longing
for a scene with a Master. The fact is I’ve been keeping an eye out for a Sub
fitting her description. So has Amanda. You can’t just drop out of sight again.
There’s another club uptown if you want to go there instead. Snap the fuck out
of it. You said you felt alive again after just that taste of your Dom nature.
I can’t even remember why you stopped going to The Club anyway.” He took a
breath.

Cameron
jumped right in. “You know it was work, and the pressure of setting everything
up in the business. I had that rock musician client and ended up being his
personal trainer for an entire eighteen months. I had to travel to San
Francisco with the guy … okay, I’ll come down The Club this weekend, and sure,
go ahead and use the climbing wall for the modeling shoot, but Friday evening I
can’t be here. I have a personal training commitment.” He gulped some coffee,
which was too hot. Wincing, he started to laugh.

Blake
frowned, and then laughed with him. “Are you okay?”

Cameron
nodded and swiped his hand across his burned lips.
“Yeah.
Sorry, Blake … I do need to give myself a shake.”

****

Across
town, Patti and the senior fashion editor discussed the latest scheduled shoot.
They’d received the clothes and accessories, but were awaiting confirmation on
the venue. Patti looked through the items. “This suit is gorgeous. Who did you
say Rhonda chose for the male models? This jacket is to die for.” She pushed
the hanger carefully along the rail and checked out the evening dresses. “I
don’t suppose Rhonda is letting us keep any of
this
collection.” A shimmering green short silk dress caught her
eye. She took it off the rail and held it against her body.

Margo
grinned. “That color suits you. It’s a beautiful dress. I don’t know about
keeping anything, Patti. This is her summer haute couture collection, maybe.
Oh, the men are, Blake and Alex. We’ve met Alex before. He’s the blond that
came to Venice for the leather shoot. I don’t think we’ve met Blake. Rhonda
says she uses them both a lot, for the runway. We have no portfolio shots of
anyone, not even the two girls. It’s all been arranged out of house. This is
going to be a great issue, Patti.”

Patti
slid the dress back onto the rail and followed Margo to the outer room where
they’d stashed the shoes, bags, and jewelry. She picked up a pair of lime green,
spike-heeled pumps.

“Size
ten. I’m not that small, but I always feel like a mushroom next to the models.”

Margo
giggled.
“Me, too.”

****

The
magazine crew arrived at the fitness and climbing center at five-thirty on
Friday afternoon. The vans drew up and parked close to the entrance. Margo and Patti,
along with two dressers, arrived in Margo’s SUV. They parked in a spot in the
line of free spaces vacated when the center closed early to accommodate the
fashion shoot.

A
man named Angus had met them inside the center foyer and taken them to the
climbing wall where he introduced Mark, who would be dealing with the safety
issues of models hanging from the wall dressed in fabulous clothes and shoes.

Patti
went through the pose ideas with the photographers. When she looked up, the
first two models stood by the climbing wall with Mark and one of the dressers.
A huge wave of shock went over Patti. Her mouth went dry as she stared at
Cameron. He looked gorgeous in one of Rhonda’s suits.
Joanne is right … he’s a model. Will he recognize me? Will he talk to
me? He must use the name Blake for his professional life. Lots of people have a
professional name.

Her
heart beat so fast it moved her white T-shirt. Her palms sweated and she wiped
them on the backside of her jeans. She turned from the delicious sight of Cameron,
who now hung from the climbing wall with one hand and foot a couple of meters
up. Margo fussed over a female model close by and Patti went to join her.

Dizzy
with nerves at seeing Cameron, Patti went through the shoot on automatic pilot.
She stole longing glances at Cameron, but when he waited with Alex, the other
male model, to be photographed in a
tuxedo,
he looked
right at her with not even a glimmer of interest. To Patti’s horror, tears
welled in her eyes. She couldn’t believe he would stare right at her and not
even smile. After what they’d shared in The Club and in the park, surely he
could say hello.

A
female model in the lovely green dress that Patti coveted lost her stiletto
when she stuck out her leg in a pose like a ballerina as she held onto one of
the climbing wall handholds. Patti dashed forward and put the shoe back on the
model’s slender, tanned foot. She passed very close to Cameron on her way back
to stand with Margo. She looked plaintively into the blue gaze of the Dom she realized
she still desperately wanted.

Cameron
gave her a polite but distant smile.

Her
chest ached from the sadness that threatened to overwhelm her, and Patti busied
herself for the remainder of the shoot with anything that kept her away from
Cameron. Everything was finished. The crew packed up the lights and cameras. The
dressers wheeled the portable rail of clothes past her and Patti knew that soon
they’d all have left the fitness center. Anger blazed over her. An urgent need
to confront Cameron drove her to seek him out. She dashed through to where she
knew the models had been changing and saw him leaning against a table talking
with Alex.

Patti’s
stomach ached and her heart hammered. She walked up to them.

“Hi,
Cameron … I wonder if I could have a quick word with you before you
leave
.”

Alex
smiled at her. He gave Cameron a quick light punch on the upper arm. “I’ll be
seeing you. I’m off to have dinner.” He walked swiftly away.

Cameron
gave her a quizzical look. “I’m not Cameron. My name’s Blake and …”

A
spear of fury and disbelief shot through Patti.
Surely he’s not going to deny who he is.

“Please
don’t lie to me any more. I just wanted to say hello. I believed what you said
in the park … and … and you hurt me, a lot …” She saw recognition in his eyes.
He’s remembered me now. Fuck, how many girls
does he do this to?

Cameron
stood and ran his hands through his hair. “You’re Patti. No really, I’m not
Cameron … I’m...”

Patti’s
tears burst from her eyes.
He’s still
fucking lying. I need to get out of here.

She
turned and ran from the room. Her tears blurred the view of the main exit and
she rubbed them away ferociously, anger giving her an extra burst of speed as
she leapt into Margo’s SUV where everyone waited for her.

“About
time, Patti, I have a date.”

As
Margo swung out of the parking lot, Patti looked back to see Cameron exiting
the main doors of the fitness center. He ran down the steps and then stopped to
stare after the car.

A
hollow opened up in Patti’s heart. Tears slid silently down her cheeks as Margo
expertly threaded the SUV through the traffic heading back to the magazine
office.

Patti
feigned a headache when Margo commented how quiet she was. They all split up to
their respective cars quickly at the office and Patti drove home with waves of
nausea flowing over her.
I’m being an
idiot.
We only knew each other a few
days. He’s a jerk.
“I’m not Cameron” … she mimicked him and winced at the
disappointment that still ate at her.
Four
fucking weeks and
I’m
still pining for him.

She
practically ran through her house to the shower and tore off her clothes. She
stood under the soothing water and cursed aloud. “Fuck it, tomorrow I’m going
to The Club and I’m going to find a new Dom. I’ll ask Master Dominic to help me.
I think he will.” The water filled her mouth with suds rinsed down from her
hair and she spurted them out.