One Dom at a Time (4 page)

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.

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.