Bondage Included (2 page)

“I can make it, but I won’t be bringing Adriana. She has a family event that day.” She always had something going on with her family so he doubted that was much of a lie. “Besides, Ted, we’re not an item. She has an issue with my subs.” Hell, he had an issue with his subs, but that was for another conversation.

“Okay, if you change your mind, she’s welcome. We’ll see you at Meri’s place around five.”

“Great. I’ll be there.”

He hung up the phone and sat back in his chair. More than anything, he wanted to head back out to the bar and see if Adriana was there. Hopefully dressed this time. He couldn’t look at her and not want her so badly his cock ached.

Shit, the woman had broken him. His dick didn’t even work anymore. The stupid, fucking doctor was a lot of help. After a bankrupting run of tests, he’d determined it was a ‘side effect of love’. What the fuck was that?

Oh, he knew what love was. At least in the familial sense, he certainly felt it for his cousin, Amanda, and her mom, Trixie. Truth be told, he even felt it for the rest of his dysfunctional, ‘head up their ass’ family, but he’d damn well never experienced an erection from it.

Love was expressed by protection and benevolence, not hard-ons. But tell that to his cock. The only time it came to life anymore was around Adriana. She’d fucking ruined him.

He was out of the door and headed to the bar before he even realized it. There she was, the holder of his smile and the nail in his coffin. Adriana Parma, black-haired sorceress.

When both Eva and Adriana turned his way he almost headed right back to his office. No, damn it. This was his club, his domain.

“Just the man we need for the job.” Eva waved him over.

If it wasn’t changing a light bulb, killing a spider or something along those lines, he was outta there. “What’s up?”

“Someone poured baby oil outside of Adriana’s shower stall so as soon as she stepped out she slipped and fell.”

Adriana held out her hand as if to stop Eva mid-sentence. “Now, we don’t know that it was done on purpose. Someone might have spilled it by accident.”

André grabbed Adriana by the arms and turned her so he could get a better look at her. “Are you all right?” He palmed the back of her head, feeling for a bump. He tried valiantly to ignore the silky, thick strands sliding between his fingers.

“The main problem is I pulled a muscle in my leg. It hurts like a b—bad dog.” Adriana ran her hand along her left thigh.

He chuckled. “Good save.” She had told him months ago that she was trying to clean up her language before her niece repeated something she shouldn’t. “What did you hit?”

“My bum hit the edge of the shower. I’ll have a lovely bruise, but no real damage.”

When she smiled at him like that, his cock jump-started.
Down boy, she’s not our type. She’s the forever kinda girl and we’re a live in the moment package.

“Did you hit your head?” It was wrong and he should burn in hell, but he couldn’t stop his hand from fisting her wavy, thick mane.

Her eyes flared for just a moment and he knew it wasn’t from pain. She’d responded to his touch. He quickly pulled his hand away.

“No, not that I’ve noticed.” She laughed and looked to Eva.

“She doesn’t want to miss her pole dancing class tomorrow night, so I suggested asking you to try the TENS unit,” Eva explained.

“It may help reduce the pain, but it wouldn’t actually help heal the muscles. Are you hurting?” The idea of Adriana injured made him want to punch something. Preferably whoever had spilled oil and hadn’t cleaned it up. Maybe he needed a cleaning crew stationed on site during play times. It was certainly something to look into.

Her face scrunched. “A little.”

“A lot. You should have seen her hobbling up to the bar,” Eva threw in.

The two women stared at each other again. André wouldn’t be at all surprised to learn that they were telepathic, considering how often they stared each other down then burst out laughing. They obviously had a language no one else understood.

The last thing he needed was to be touching her thigh. Son of a bitch, his pants were already strangling his cock. “Let’s get you to the infirmary and see what we can do. Put your arms around my neck.”

“No, André, I’ll walk. I weigh too much for you to carry me. I’m fine.”

He gave her ‘the stare’, the one that sent subs to their knees in seconds flat. She simply lifted one eyebrow and stared back. “In a pissing contest, I’m going to win every time, cher. So we can stand here and argue or you could make it easier on us both and obey me now,” André informed her.

“You don’t weigh shit, Adriana. Let him show off a little. It fluffs up his ego and makes him easier to work for,” Eva added.

André glared at Eva until she threw her hands in the air in a surrender pose and walked to the other end of the bar.

“Okay, André, you win, but if you get man pain, don’t blame me.” Adriana circled his neck and laid her head against his shoulder.

He picked her up and knew instantly it was a mistake. She fit into him perfectly. She was soft everywhere a woman should be. He tried hard not to breathe. Her scent filled him with a little slice of heaven.

As he walked, he rested his chin on the top of her head. He was doomed. His cock would never play for anyone else now. It had somehow fixated on Adriana and wanted only her. The damn thing was straining against the zipper trying to poke her through their clothes.

He kicked open the door. Most rooms had the door slightly ajar to make it easier on Doms who wished to carry their subbies into privacy rooms or other stations inside the club.

He set her gently on the examination table, but she grimaced anyway. “What hurts?”

“Just my bum and my pride.” She smiled at him.

“Turn over, bebe, let me have a look.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” She sent him a look that did something to his chest.

It made him feel soft and squishy. What the fuck was the woman doing to him? “I’m pretty sure it’s the worst idea I’ve ever had in my life, but do it anyway.”

Adriana laughed deeply and seductively. It washed over him like a hurricane bringing utter destruction to his senses and left him feeling weak as a babe.

She lay on her stomach, pillowing her head on her crossed arms.

Her skirt was short and with her arms above her head, the cheeks of her ass were on display. Fuck, unless he was off his mark, she wasn’t wearing underwear. He wiped the sudden beading of sweat from his brow.

This was silly, he’d seen naked asses almost every day of his adult life, so seeing hers shouldn’t be any different. And yet, he knew beyond a shadow of doubt that lifting her skirt and gazing upon
her
would be a view to haunt his dreams for months to come.

As soon as André inched her skirt higher, he was assaulted by the deep black and blue mark. Broken blood vessels stood out in places and rage seethed in André’s belly. He’d seen similar bruising along tushes before, usually from an abusive asshole wielding a paddle. To see such marks on her perfect derrière made him ill.

“Oh, cher, you’ve got quite a nasty bruise back here.” He rolled her skirt a little higher.

“I figured as much. It smarts a bit.”

“Let me get some arnica oil. It will help shorten the healing process. Sitting for the next day or two won’t be pleasant, though. I’m sorry.” He looked over his shoulder. “I need to get the oil from the cabinet. Don’t move. I don’t want you to roll off.”

“No worries, André. I’m not a baby on a changing table,” she teased him.

God, babies. Yeah, Adriana would think of babies. He hadn’t held one since Amanda was knee high to a grasshopper. He wouldn’t know what to do with one. “No, you’re not, but I hate seeing you hurt. Any idea who spilled the oil?” He had a mind to revoke their membership privileges.

He bent down and checked the bottom cabinet. Finally, he found what he was looking for. He glanced at the rubber gloves and knew he should don a pair, but he couldn’t do it. This might be his only chance to touch and massage her backside and he wasn’t going to do anything that might diminish the experience.

André poured a small amount of oil into his palm and warmed it before he spread it over her bum, as she called it. Try as he might, he couldn’t keep his touch impersonal. “Adriana, I shouldn’t be doing this. You know I want you and this certainly isn’t changing my mind. Do you want me to get Eva to come in here?”

“No. If you don’t want to, though, I’ll be fine.” She looked at him with need-filled eyes.

He groaned. “I didn’t say that. ‘Shouldn’t’ and ‘want to’ are completely different things. Don’t confuse one for the other.”

“André…” Her voice was soft and sent a jolt of need straight to his cock. “Why are you being so stubborn? If you’d release your subs, we wouldn’t be in misery. I’d be all yours.”

His fingers massaged the oil into the discolored area, then the other cheek. He just couldn’t stop touching her.

“Adriana, we’ve been through this before. I have a responsibility to them, bebe. They’ve asked me to train them. It wouldn‘t be right to discard my duties when they’ve done nothing wrong. Besides, you and I aren’t right for each other.” If he ditched the girls, there’d be nothing to stop him from taking Adriana. They were her protection.

“You’re wrong, André, on so many things, but I love you anyway.”

She’d said it several times now. At first, the words had been non-sequitur. His brain had refused to acknowledge the meaning. It still gave him pause. “Don’t say that, bebe. You shouldn’t waste your love on the likes of me. You need to find a young man with a stand-up career. Someone your momma and papa would welcome into the fold.”

She laughed. “Oh, André. You have no idea what you’re talking about. My parents…aren’t your typical family unit. You’d fit in better than you think.”

Oh, he could imagine exactly what they were like—loud and fiercely protective of their baby girl. They’d want someone a little closer to her age. He wasn’t a dirty old man or anything, but he had a good, solid ten years on her. They’d probably want an Italian. No matter who she brought home, they wouldn’t think he was good enough, but she’d likely lose them altogether if she chose him.

Adriana was being naïve if she believed they’d be okay with her dating a man that owned a kinky sex club. Once upon a time, he’d believed his family would accept his occupation. They knew what kind of man he was and while they might not have approved, he’d never dreamed they would turn their back on him.

With a long sigh, he wiped off the excess oil and pulled her skirt back into place. “Can you turn over, cher? Let’s see if we can do something about that sore leg of yours.”

The air rushed from her lungs as her weight came down on her backside. “I’ve never used a TENS unit. Do they hurt?”

Although they’d spoken on almost every subject over the last few months, Adriana remained an enigma. She seemed to know what all the equipment was, but as far as he knew, she’d never scened at his club. He wasn’t sure how he’d ever handle it if she did.

There were other clubs in the area. It was possible she’d been a member of one of those before coming to DiscipliNation, but she’d never mentioned it. She’d never mentioned previous partners either.

That by itself was odd. His past subs went into great detail about every shmuck they’d ever dated or considered dating. His current trainees Sheila, Rachel and Candy talked non-stop about their past lovers.

He shouldn’t be curious, yet he was. “Have you used a violet wand?” He wanted to know everything about her.

“No. I’ve seen them used, but I’ve never felt one.”

Interesting.
“It shouldn’t hurt. We’ll start with the intensity low and increase it if need be. Show me exactly where it hurts.”

“All along here.” She pointed to her inner thigh. “I even pulled a groin muscle, but I don’t want that on my… Well I’m just concerned about my leg.”

Thank God, because he couldn’t be that close to her pussy and not either die from blue ball syndrome or take a taste. He drew his fingers along her thigh. Her legs were toned, making it easier to figure out exactly where the electrodes needed to be placed.

“Stay still while I get what we need.” He bent down and opened the doors beneath the exam table. He pulled out the unit and the adhesive gel. After closing the cabinet, he stood up. “I’ll apply these electrodes.” He showed her the equipment he planned to use on her leg. “As the unit begins to work, your muscles will contract.”

“Oh, I don’t like the sound of that.” She reached out to him. “It’s going to hurt, isn’t it?”

He took her hand in his. “For a moment or two, maybe, but then it will reduce the pain. It’s up to you, cher.”

She looked up at him with such trust he almost couldn’t stand it. He’d never wish her family ill, but why in the hell couldn’t she be an orphan? Then he’d be free to claim her.

“Do it.” She closed her eyes and took several deep, steadying breaths.

André put it on the lowest setting. He knew the moment it began. Adriana squeezed his hand and scrunched her face. “Talk to me, bebe. How’re you doing?”

“Okay,” she answered through clenched teeth.

“You need to relax. You’re tensing up and fighting it.” He took her chin in his hand, a silent command that she look at him. As their eyes met, he watched the tension flow away. “That’s my girl. Perfect.”

She exhaled sharply. “You’re right. I was making it hurt by tightening up. It feels weird.”

He loved her smile. Her trust in him was making him think things he shouldn’t. He ran a hand through his hair. Maybe once the contracts ended, if she still wanted him, he’d offer Adriana a short contract. Just long enough for her to explore her kink and see what the lifestyle had to offer.

Or he could back the fuck off and let her find the man she was meant to be with. One that could be there for her long term. Damn it, he was going to get an ulcer if he kept this up.

“André, are you having sex with Sheila, Rachel or Candy?”

What the fuck? Where had that come from?
“Adriana…” She did this to him all the time. They’d be talking about something safe, something benign, then she’d throw him a question like that. It was like her mind had multiple talk tracks going at the same time and every now and then he’d switch rails without knowing it.