Page 7 of Avenging Devil: Part 1

Ignoring the services she performs for the club, I concentrate on her professional occupation instead. “That sounds a hard call, expected or not.”

Her mouth twists. “He wasn’t the first, and sadly won’t be the last. But hell, seeing that waste of life, Niran, he was only thirteen.”

Placing my hand over hers, I give it a squeeze. I know she won’t misinterpret my touch. She knows the score. I’m never going to involve myself with the club girls, but hell, I don’t mind playing the role of friend when they need it.

“Grumbler give a good account of himself tonight?”

I allow her the change of subject, knowing I’d probably want to do so myself. “By all accounts, yeah.”

“I’m sorry I missed it.” She sounds genuine, but then I expect she would, considering what she had been doing. Watching a kid taking his last breath must be soul destroying, whether you get paid for it or not.

She takes an opened bottle of beer from Connor and brings it to her mouth. Feeling sorry for her, I wonder whether I could make an exception and take her back to my room to help her forget her troubles for a while. I’m almost tempted, Eva’s a beautiful woman, but then I remember that after leaving my bed, she’d go with the next brother who asks.

If I’m going to have a woman, I want her to be mine, and mine only. Not that I’m looking for permanent, but for however long the relationship lasts, I’d be faithful, and would expect her to be likewise. If I suggested that, Eva would laugh in my face, and remind me she’d once tried that and didn’t care for it.

“Hey, Niran!” As I turn to greet the newcomer, Eva slides off the stool and taking her drink, makes herself scarce.

“Kink, my man.” We exchange back slaps, then I look around and finally down at his feet. “No pets tonight?” The brother often has at least one naked woman in tow.

“Even a Dominant sex god needs a break sometimes.” He winks. “Need to recharge the batteries.”

“Or no one wanted to play,” I tease him.

Placing his hand over his heart, he shakes his head. “You wound me, Brother. Fuckin’ wound me.”

Signalling to Connor I’d like another drink, I crease my brow. “I’ve been meaning to ask, what do the girls get out of what you do, Kink?” For the life of me, I don’t understand how they allow Kink to humiliate them. What’s more, he seems to have no shortage of volunteers.

As the prospect passes two beers across, Kink takes the stool Eva had just vacated. Casting a look at me, I presume whether to check I’m serious and not yanking his chain, he takes a breath and starts to explain. “I’m Dominant as fuck, Brother, which means I give the bitches what they need.”

Scoffing, I respond, “And they have a need to go crawling around after you?”

He shrugs. “Know anything about BDSM, Niran?” When I shake my head no, he continues, “Everything in our world is based on communication which means being honest with yourself, being able to understand what you need rather than what you want and being able to ask for it. That goes whether you’re submissive or Dominant.”

I shake my head in confusion. “But you’re the Dom, isn’t what you dole out up to you?”

“Nah, Brother. I’m Dominant, yes, but that doesn’t mean I’m an asshole.” He gives another wink. “Well, not all the time. I get off on pleasing the submissive who’s servicing me. By giving her what she needs, I can take her out of her head for a while, and by doing that, I get out of mine. Subspace and headspace aren’t just terms, the states exist.”

I don’t think he’s answered my question, or not in a way I can understand. “You humiliate those girls when you bring them here.”

“Ever considered humiliation is just what they need?” His eyebrow rises quizzically. “Subs find a Dom who suits them.” When I clearly am not on the same page, he continues to enlighten me. “Remember the girl last week?”

“The one with the big boobs, short bob, and curvy ass?”

He snorts. “You noticed, huh? Yeah, her. Well, by day, she’s a fuckin’ bank manager.” My eyebrows rise. And there I’d been thinking she was a nympho just one step away from a street corner. Kink gives a sharp nod as if he can see into my mind. “Makes all these decisions that affect people’s lives. A loan approved here, one denied there. Has to listen to sob stories or grand ideas all the time and deals with the fallout when the customers don’t think she’s got it right. She finds it hard to turn off from her day job. Takes her work home with her every night, if not physically, then mentally. Her work plays on her mind. Man needs money to pay off his debts? She might judge it would just land him in more. He rants and raves as he sees no other way out of it—brings up his starving kids, his dying wife, the whole damn lot. Her first duty is protecting the bank’s money, but in doing so, she makes judgement calls which affect someone’s life. Sometimes it’s hard to live with such thoughts going around your mind.”

He’s caught my interest. I wiggle my hand to show him I want to hear more.

“In real life, she’s so far from submissive it’s a fuckin’ joke, but after work, she can only relax by giving up control, entering a space where for a time she makes no decisions, but more than that, is taken to a place where she can totally clear her head. Might be temporary, but when she comes down, she’s better able to compartmentalise than she was before.” He checks to make sure I’m following him. “Some subs find their release with Shibari—that’s being tied up in ropes, unable to move and forced to submit to their Dominant.”

“Sounds like abuse,” I mumble, taking another sip of my beer.

“Abuse? You’re so fuckin’ wrong.” He pauses and brushes back his long hair with his hand. “But also, right. Done by the wrong Dom, it can be. That’s why clubs exist. It’s a safe place, and everything’s consensual. Good clubs that is. Some attract assholes. But in mine, everything’s negotiated and agreed up front. The girl, or man—gender doesn’t come into it—agrees with the Dom before anything takes place exactly what will happen and give their consent. The Dom will know the sub’s hard limits, what to avoid, soft limits where he might push her, and of course, what she really enjoys.”

“Sounds like a lot of work just to get your rocks off.” Of course, when I get down and dirty, I check the woman is into it, but prefer to work on the fly. If something feels good, and it gets the response I want, I’ll run with that.

Kink chuckles. “Work? Nah. While everything’s negotiated up front, there still remains leeway. Think about it as acting out fantasies, but knowing you’ll only go so far as both partners want.”

I grimace. “Still don’t understand how some women like humiliation.”

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