Bad Boy Dom (8 page)

“Ouch.”
He rubbed the now tender spot.

“You’re
messing with my sub,” Mistress Lydia said, “without my permission.”

“I
didn’t touch her until she assaulted me.”

“I
think sniffing her hair qualifies as touching.”

“I
won’t argue. I humbly apologize.” His little-boy grin was infectious.

“You’re
learning. Now please take care of your friends. They’re drooling more than
Abigail.”

He
rubbed his chin again and then walked away. My eyes followed his tight ass. He
looked damn good in jeans.

“Eyes
on me,” Mistress said.

I
looked up into her smiling face and gave a relieved sigh. “He’s worried about
tonight, Mistress.”

“I
know, but I’ll take care of your beau.”

“That
may be what worries him.”

Krispin…

Matt
and Stephon had called me in the morning and let me know their plane was
landing at three. They were two of my original band members. They hadn’t fallen
as far or as hard as I had, but they had struggled to put it behind them, too.
They drank a beer now and then, but our drink- and drug-induced coma days were
far away.

I
loved these guys.

We
ate a light meal and played music in my room until seven. I gave them a few
riffs of what I was working on and they picked up the beat and added a few
twists. Blood Rights had some of the best musicians in the business. Though I
wrote most of the songs, these two helped with the music. They looked rough,
but their hearts were pure gold. Angela would love them when she had time to
see beneath their tatted outer layers.

I
told them about her. Not everything, but enough for them to know I was serious.
They didn’t question the strength of my feelings or how quickly they had come
about. They only offered support.

They
were really here to play in the club so we headed over after the sun went down.
It was crowded again but as soon as my eyes fell on Angela I felt the calm wash
over me. She took our order, flirted, and caused Matt and Stephon to fall in
love like I knew they would. After she walked away, we talked about our next
concert but I got antsy and couldn’t resist approaching Angela for a quick bit
of my own flirting.

I
knew Lydia was watching and appreciated that she gave me a few minutes alone
before interrupting.

I
rejoined my friends and let them finish their beers before leaving the bar area
to find Nicole. The guys would treat her well and give a little double lovin’.
It wasn’t my thing but the two rarely enjoyed a woman separately.

I
had avoided the club over the past few days, only seeing Angela in the
mornings, but my dominant side ached for her. Not her pain, just her gentle
submission. The thought of warming up her ass with my hand was all I thought I
could handle. Walking from scene to scene, I killed a little time by watching,
learning, and gathering ideas. BDSM was not always about pain and not always
about sex. I knew the number one rule, and after
safe, sane, and consensual
,
there really were no rules. Everyone found their own way and celebrated their
own kink. I wanted to celebrate with Angela but dreaded I wouldn’t be enough
for her.

Damian
worked at the last scene area and I stayed to watch. He used a flogger on a
voluptuous older woman with large breasts and a nice ass. By the marks striping
her ass, legs, and upper back, he wasn’t using soft leather. He finished the
scene after a short conversation with the woman and ten more strikes with the
flogger. Running his hands reverently over the marks left on her body, he
offered continuous words of praise before unstrapping her from the St. Andrews
Cross. She dutifully followed him to the couch slightly hidden from the scene
area. I walked closer to watch and listen.

Damian
sat down and told her to go to her knees. I couldn’t hear everything but saw him
reach forward and place his hand behind her neck. She laid her head on his lap
and her body relaxed completely while he smoothed her hair and continued to
speak. His words accented the beauty of her submission. She was at least ten
years older than him and didn’t have the classic figure of the subs Damian
could easily surround himself with, but I had no doubt he cared for this woman.
The arrogance I usually associated with him was gone. Lydia changed Damian for
the better, and I was hoping she could help to change me.

A
little before midnight, I checked on my friends. They were heading back to
their suite with Nicole. She was on cloud nine with the boys floating beside
her.

My
attention turned to Angela. She looked tired. I started walking in her direction
and then stopped when Lydia stepped in front of me.

“Do
you trust me, Krispin?”

“Yes,
I do.”

“Then
stop worrying. Angela gives her heart too easily and she needs guidance. The
men she falls for crush her spirit and give back the pieces minus large chunks.
Somehow she regains all but small portions. When she gives you her heart, I
want it kept intact. Tonight, I want you touching, feeling, and understanding
exactly what she needs. You’ll do great.”

“I’m
glad you have faith in me.”

“If
you do well, I’ll let you handle her aftercare. That’s not an easy thing for
me. Now, let’s get started.”

We
walked over to Angela and I watched as her entire persona changed. She no
longer looked tired as her head dropped in submission to her Mistress. She
followed the directions given and stored her shoes behind the bar before
following Lydia to a back room. It wasn’t the room with the shower, though this
one did have its own bathroom. I looked at the ring hanging from the ceiling
and then looked to Angela. She watched me from the corner of her eye and smiled
slightly while Lydia’s back was turned.

“Clothes
off, Little Bird.”

Angela
followed the order and removed her uniform, folding each piece before laying
them to the side. Her slender body was so different from the woman Damian had
worked with earlier. Angela was thin, with small breasts. Her well-toned figure
showed off gentle curves.

“Walk
over to the ring and hold it with your hands. Legs spread.”

I
watched her take ahold of the eye-level ring. Lydia hit a switch and the ring
rose higher until Angela’s arms stretched above her head. My balls tightened,
and my cock hardened.

“Krispin,
you can take your shirt and pants off or leave them on. Tonight is not the time
for your first kiss with my sub but your lips can touch anywhere else. No
penetration but anything else goes. I plan to work her thighs and ass, so
please keep your hands to the front of her body. Do you have any questions?”

I
didn’t think I could get a word out, but managed to croak, “No.”

“Then
please help support my little bird. I’m not securing her hands and expect you
to help her stay upright.”

Lydia
walked to the side of the room as I stepped closer to Angela.

“Are
you okay?” I had to ask.

Her
eyes darted to her mistress.

“He
can talk to you and you may answer. I want you leaning on him tonight. Do you
have any questions?”

“No,
Mistress.” She looked at me with nothing but trust. “I’m fine, Krispin, and I’m
ready.”

Music
flooded the room. It was one of my earlier albums and Angela smiled.

“Your
music turns me on.” Her voice was music to my ears.

Lydia
walked behind Angela holding a four-foot single tail whip.

Lydia’s
next words startled me.

“I
would appreciate you putting these on my naughty sub.” Lydia’s hands held out
two plastic clothespins. I knew they were painful and gave Lydia a questioning
look.

“She
thought it was funny when my precious munchkin took a bite out of me at
breakfast.”

“Ouch.”

“Exactly.
If you place the pins further down the nipple it doesn’t smart as much. I can
do it if you’d rather, but I won’t be as gentle.”

I
attached the pins myself. Angela’s eyes watered but she remained quiet.

“Now,
brace her body but you might want to be cautious around the pins.”

The
woman was wicked. I kissed Angela on the cheek and then held her jaw between my
palms, not sure what else to do at this point.

“I
want you to count for me, Little Bird.”

She
answered, “Yes, Mistress,” but her eyes never left mine.

The
first strike wasn’t hard but her body flinched. I mouthed ‘one’ while she said
it out loud. I kissed her nose and she smiled.

The
next nine went the same way. I placed light kisses on each of her eyes, between
them and then on both sides of her cheeks with each lash of the whip.

“I
won’t be quite so gentle for the next ten.”

I
flinched but Angela looked at me with a steady dreamy gaze. I let my hand
travel from her jaw, down her neck, stopping between her breasts. God she was
sexy.

The
sound of the whip changed and air hissed from Angela’s lips and her hips ground
into mine trying to escape the sting, “Eleven.”

I
brought my other hand down and circled her breasts without touching her
nipples.

“Twelve!”
It was a sharp cry.

My
lips went forward and my tongue came out. I ran it over one extended nipple.

“God!
Thirteen!”

I
licked slowly.

“Fourteen!”

I
switched to the other breast and let my hands slide past her waist to her
thighs. I stroked her pussy while paying continued homage to her breasts.

“Ahh!
Fifteen!”

“Unclip
the clothespins, Krispin,” Lydia said. “Just drop them to the floor, please.”

The
whip sang through the air, and landed before I could obey the instructions.
Angela screamed out “Sixteen!” and I couldn’t help the jump my cock took. I had
to wait a moment for her body to stop its tremor before I could unclasp the
pins.

Her
hands tightened on the ring, and her body pulled back. She bit down hard on
another scream, making it come out as a long, low hiss of exhaled breath.

Lydia’s
smile wasn’t the least bit apologetic. “The tighter the clips, the worse the
pain when released. It’s a good punishment.”

The
whip made its arc through the air and landed again.

“Seventeen!”

“Christ,”
I said, wiping my hand over my mouth. The last time I felt this turned on was
the fateful night I didn’t stop when my sub gave her safeword. That feeling of
control and utter dominance now scared the shit out of me and here I was again.
I closed my eyes to gain control and stop the feelings of panic. It wasn’t me
causing the pain and there was nothing wrong with enjoying it. “Does she have a
safeword?”

“Of
course she does. What’s your safeword, Little Bird?”

“Red,
Mistress.”

“On
a scale of one to five — with five being the highest level of pain —where are
you now?”

“Two,
Mistress.”

I
didn’t say anything, just used my hands and tongue to help relieve the sting of
the lash. My fingers skimmed the wet silk dripping between her legs, letting
the feel and smell of her arousal calm my uncertainty.

The
whip cracked until Angela reached the count of twenty. Lydia lifted a paddle
from her toy bag and placed it in my hand.

“Give
her ten,” she said, “and then take good care of my sub or I’ll feed your stiff
dick to my dog.”

She
turned, pausing at the door only long enough to lower the lights.

“Do
you want me to use the paddle?” I asked, rubbing my lips along Angela’s neck.

“Yes,
please.” Her voice was low and husky, her need apparent.

“Where
are you between one and five?”

“Three.”

“Where
do you want to be?”

“F-f-f-our.”

“Was
that a lie?”

“Yes.”

“Where
do you want to be?”

“Five.”

“I’ll
try.”

“Thank
you, Sir.”

Just
hearing her call me “Sir” made an electric thrill run through me. I walked
behind her to survey Lydia’s handiwork. The pink stripes covering her skin were
pure precision but they gave me pause. Depending on the strength of the person
wielding it, a paddle could be soft or hard play, but I knew that paddling on
top of whip-welts would be excruciating. Those pink stripes might even start to
bleed. I had to trust that Lydia knew how hard she’d lashed Angela, and that it
hadn’t been hard enough to cause a paddle to draw blood.

“I
want you to count for me,” I said.

“Count
to what, Sir?” she breathed.

“Until
I tell you to stop.”

My
first strike with the paddle was half-assed, not only weak but landing
awkwardly.