Topping the Domme (Crime and Punishment)
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Authors: Trista Ann Michaels
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Topping the Domme
Crime and Punishment Book 1
by Trista Ann Michaels
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Published By: Trista Ann Michaels
Topping the Domme
Copyright © 2013 by Trista Ann Michaels
Digital Release: November 2013
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I want to give a special thanks to Jeannine C. for all her invaluable help with Topping the Domme. I owe you coffee, girlfriend. Also to my editor Georgia. It’s so great to be working together again. This one is to all my readers who love the Doms. I hope you enjoy. Trista
Karina sat in the darkened corner of her favorite BDSM club. She absently ran her fingers through the hair of one of her many male submissives, Ben, as he knelt on the floor by her feet. She knew he was disappointed in her lack of desire to play, but he’d stayed by her side anyway.
Her heart wasn’t in it tonight, nor had it been for a while. If the truth were known, she probably should’ve stayed at home, but the idea of sitting in front of the television hadn’t appealed to her, either. As much as she hated to admit it, maybe being a Domme wasn’t the right thing for her. But if not, then what was?
“Mistress Kay?”
She looked down at Ben and smoothed back a lock of hair that had fallen over his brow. He had pretty, deep brown eyes and a body that would make any woman pant, but…his submissiveness didn’t turn her on. Not like it should. What did a Domme do when topping men didn’t work anymore?
“Are you okay?” he asked.
She smiled at the concern on his face. “I’m fine, Ben. Just tired, I think. It was a rough day today.”
That wasn’t completely a lie. Her arm still hurt a little from when she’d clotheslined the suspect she’d been chasing. She leaned forward and put her finger under his chin, tipping his face up. She placed a soft kiss against his lips and sighed. “Go find another Domme to satisfy tonight, Ben.”
“But…did I do something wrong, Mistress Kay?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No, sweetheart. I’ve just got a lot on my mind, and I’m afraid I’m not very good to you at the moment.”
“You’re always good to me.”
She smiled and rubbed her finger along his cheek, enjoying the feel of his stubble as it grazed across her skin. “Go. Have fun. That’s not a request.”
He nodded and climbed gracefully to his feet. Her gaze dropped over his washboard stomach and the thick cock she could see behind the loincloth he wore tonight. She smiled at the outfit. He looked like a caveman with that body and shaggy haircut.
As he walked away, she pursed her lips in thought and absently slapped at her boot with the riding crop she kept in her left hand. She’d initially picked it up from the toy room with the intent to use it on Ben, but once she got here, she didn’t have the stomach.
What’s wrong with me?
Her phone beeped, and she pulled it from her pocket, thinking it might be work. She immediately saw the Skype address and smiled.
Hitting the talk button, she waited for her friend’s face to pop up on screen. “Hey, doll,” Karina said. “How’s Hot’lanta?”
“Hot,” her friend, Navy Lieutenant Shandra Sims, said with a grin, her hazel eyes dancing.
Shandra was one of those pretty cheerleader types, with long blonde hair that curled softly, a face that reminded Karina of a china doll, and a laugh that never failed to draw attention.
“How’s the club tonight?” Shandra asked.
“Well,” Karina said as she turned the phone, allowing her friend to see the crowded dance floor. “As you can see, it’s hopping as usual.”
“Girl, boss Dom would kick your ass if he saw you do that,” Shandra said with a grin.
She turned the phone back to her face. “I won’t tell if you don’t. What do you have planned tonight while on vaca?”
“I’m going back to this new BDSM club I checked out last night. Wow, Kay. You should see this place.”
“Yeah?”
“It’s very high end, very exclusive, but probably has over a thousand members.”
“How did you get in?”
“My cousin knows the owner.”
“Ah,” Karina said with a nod. “Any good Doms?”
“Oh, yeah,” Shandra said with a smile. “There’s this one in particular that I’m hoping to get with tonight.”
Karina couldn’t seem to shake the concern that worked its way through her gut. New clubs were great, but Shandra needed to tread with caution. “Just be careful, Shandra,” Karina said. “And no going home with him.”
Shandra waved her hand in dismissal. “I know, but really, Kay. You worry too much.”
“And you don’t worry enough.”
Shandra giggled softly. Her bubbling personality was what had initially attracted Karina to the young JAG paralegal. They’d hit it off right from the start and became fast friends.
“Send me a text later and let me know you made it home okay. No matter what time, understood?” Karina said firmly.
Shandra snorted, but smiled. “Always the Domme.”
“Shandra. I’m serious,” Karina snarled.
“I will. I promise. Night.”
Shandra disconnected the call. Karina lowered the phone, wondering why she couldn’t seem to shake the sudden bad feeling that had taken root in her stomach.
Brayden Samuel leaned back on the sofa cushions and set his feet on the coffee table. Lifting his beer to his lips, he silently watched Karina stroll around the club. Occasionally, a scene would catch her attention and she would stop to watch for a few minutes, then continue on her slow walk.
His eyes lowered along her fit curves, stopping to admire the cleavage spilling out of her leather vest before traveling lower to admire her curvy hips. She had what Brayden would consider the perfect body all wrapped up in a five-foot-five package. Size C breasts, full hips, and a narrow waist. She had a true hourglass figure.
He loved how she walked in those four-inch stilettos, casually, as though she had all the time in the world, her hips swaying delectably. He’d spent many nights fantasizing about that fiery minx coming by his hand—those beautiful blue-green eyes narrowing in desire. He’d never tried topping a Domme, but for her, he would certainly give it a shot.
He would love to bury his fingers in all that thick, strawberry blonde hair. Right now, she wore it to the side in a loose braid. The end dangled very close to her nipple. If she were his sub, he would always have her wear her hair down so he could play with it.
Unfortunately, he and the delectable hellcat worked together at NCIS. She was homicide. He was in narcotics. Despite the different departments, inter-office relationships were frowned upon, even if they did take place in a fetish club.
Brayden watched as Karina stopped at one of the flogging scenes that played out against the far wall. She leaned against the back of the couch and watched, her forehead crinkling into a frown. He thought she looked a little uncertain, slightly confused. Sad. He wondered what would make Karina so sad.
“Who are we watching so intently?” Master Joe asked as he dropped onto the couch beside Brayden.
“Mistress Kay.”
Brayden took another sip of his beer.
“She seems a little down lately. Have you noticed that?” Joe asked.
“Yeah, I have. I’ve also noticed she hasn’t gotten off in a while, at least here anyway. She punishes and rewards her subs, but never has her sub satisfy her. And that’s a shame. I always liked watching Mistress Kay get off.”
