Page 5 of The Accidental Pleasure Dom

“So, a long time then. Jesus, your cock is probably all dry and shriveled up from lack of use.” He snorts.

“No, it’s not, but thanks for your concern. Now get your mind off of my cock and tell me what you know about the shooting.” I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose with my thumb and index finger.

“I’m meeting with the informant later tonight. I’ll know more then. I’m not sure the Manzelli Family is involved. There is something too amateur about the accidental water damage to our office building. The Manzelli Family might be small time, but they aren’t amateurs.”

“I know, you’re right. Something feels off about it. It feels almost personal.”

“Yeah, I have the same feeling.” Nick hesitates, “I’ve got to go, Dom. I will call you after the meeting.”

“Be safe, Nick. I can’t lose you too. Not so soon after losing grandfather.” When our grandfather passed away last year at the ripe old age of eighty-nine, I was made head of the Rossi Family. I know he lived a long, healthy life but miss him daily.

“Aw, I love you too, Dom, but I’m serious. You need to let loose a little bit. You need to have some fun.”

“Maybe someday, Nick, we can both settle down. I’ll talk to you later.” I end the call and place my phone in my pocket. Stepping out of Joseph’s office, I see Mario right where I left him, guarding the door.

I look around the club, noticing the black leather chairs, walls, and lighting. Hell, everyone, from the customers to the staff, is wearing black. It’s depressing.

I don’t care what Nick said. I need to get out of here. I’ll go back to my office and review the other proposals I have waiting for my approval. It’s not like I have anyone waiting for me at home, wondering where I am.

I turn to leave when I see her standing in the shadows. Her white-blonde hair falls in waves around her shoulders, and her light pink dress emphasizes the creaminess of her skin.

My fingers itch to reach out and touch her and pull her from the shadows. I Need her brightness in my life.

Her crystal blue eyes lock onto mine, and she steps toward me with a shy smile on her beautiful face.

Before I can speak, she asks, “Are you a Pleasure Dom?”

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Belle

“Are you a Pleasure Dom?” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop myself. Of course, he isn’t a Pleasure Dom. He is too brooding, too strong, too…everything. With his thick, wavy, midnight black hair combined with his caramel brown eyes, he could have any woman he wanted. Why would he need to be a Pleasure Dom?

Standing this close to him causes my body to tingle in all the right places. My nipples harden into stiff peaks against my silk dress, and my panties are soaked thinking about what he could teach me.

At his raised eyebrow, I can’t tell if he didn’t hear me or if he isn’t interested in me.

“Sorry, I must be mistaken.” I take a step to move around him, but he stops me, placing his hand on my arm.

“Yes, I am Dom.”

I blink up at him. What a weird way to say it. Yes, I am Dom.

Now is not the time to overthink this, Belle. You wanted a Pleasure Dom, and now you have one.

“Okay, good. I reserved us a room.” I take his hand and pull him toward the room I was assigned.

My heart is beating so hard I’m sure he can hear the loud pulsing. I can’t believe he wants to be with me. No, Belle, it’s his job--well, not a real job, but something he likes to do. As a Pleasure Dom, he has done this with countless nameless women numerous times. I will be one of those nameless women he will forget as soon as we are done.

Once inside the room, I lock the door behind me, looking around to calm my racing thoughts. There is a King-sized bed in the middle of the room, with black satin sheets. The walls are covered with whips, chains, and a few other things I don’t recognize.

I might be in over my head.

I watch as my Pleasure Dom walks to one of the walls, inspecting the items hanging before selecting a short leather whip with long leather strips hanging from it.

Gently running the leather straps through his fingers, he looks at me, and his piercing gaze cuts through my hazy thoughts.

“What is your name, little one?”

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