Page 16 of Vengeance of Childhood Proportions

The woman was beautiful, I’d give her that, but her soul was as black as her current dress. The fact that she had a reputation for ‘stealing’ contracted Masters also made her very unpopular around these parts. But she wasverygood at her job and had caught more than one reporter trying to sneak into the premises.

Also, the way I saw it, one could not simplysteala Master. Dominique—hell,anyone—could make advances on a Master at any time. It was the Master’sdecisionto go with her in violation of the contract he had signed with his sub or subs. Around here, that sort of consent was big. It wasn’t like Dominique had drugged any of them and forced herself into their pants. Many had and did resist her temptation, but many also hadn’t. The fact that Dominique’s kink seemed to be wanting unattainable men was one I had a hard time not judging.

But then, who was I to cast an opinion? Dominique’s soul might be black, but at least she had one. She was one up on me in that category.

I looked away from Dominique. I couldn’t hear anything from beyond the wall that separated the lobby from the main room because Valentino had spent a fortune soundproofing the entire building. I wasn’t sure if I had met any, but Jason said that there were a number of politicians and public officials who were members here. Regardless of who they were or what their profession was, Valentino believed everyone had a right to their anonymity. That was why masks were allowed to be worn, because the employees still knew who each person was and Valentino did not skimp on wages. Employees also signed their life away with the nondisclosures they signed prior to even interviewing for a position.

If I wasn’t able to dance, was it even worth me going inside?

My eyes landed on the clock under the lip of Dominique’s desk. I was standing behind the counter so I could see her computer, the romance book she had been reading, her purse, and the giant red blinking button that she could step on with her boot that would lock this place down in a heartbeat. I had often wondered if she’d ever hit it by accident.

Her clock said it was quarter to five. Fuck, I was so out of it that I hadn’t even realized the club wasn’t technically open yet. Members were still allowed inside, but use of the private rooms and any of the club’s equipment wasn’t available for nearly an hour.

Even if the poles were available, no music or anything would be playing yet.

Fuck.

I wasn’t a drinker. Despite that I was thirty years old, I’d only had a small bit of alcohol in my life. Jason had warned me from the very beginning that neither alcohol nor drugs were the wayto escape my troubles. But right now, a drink soundedreallygood.

It wasn’t like I would ever go to a regular bar to drink. I’d never risk lowering my inhibitions around strangers, even if Jason was with me.

But here? If there was ever a safe place for me to get drunk, it would be here. The club had a one-drink limit, which meant that the moment a member ordered a second drink, they were stamped on the hand with a giant blue smiley face. That stamp meant that they were off-limits. No equipment, no private rooms, no sex. Valentino often said that he wasn’t the members’ mother. If they wanted to come here and drink, that was their business, but they were not allowed to drink and fuck.

I had no plans on fucking tonight, so why not have a drink.

“Thanks, Dominique,” I mumbled before heading inside.

She’d been trying to get a rise out of me by insinuating that Master Kade was keeping something from me, but it would take a lot more to get me to react. What she didn’t know was that Master Kade didn’thavean email to receive a memo. Even if his membership profile had one, it was likely to a fake account that he never checked or he put down the email of someone who had pissed him off so they were constantly inundated by emails from a BDSM club they weren’t a member of but the emails made it look like they were.

I had no idea what it was I was going to drink. Other than generic orders like ‘whiskey’ or ‘beer’, I didn’t know what the names of drinks were. Joey should be able to help me out, though. The guy was a sweetheart. I didn’t know what he was doing in a BDSM club as a bartender, as he was neither a sub nor a Master, but that was his business.

I had killed three people in the past five weeks and thirteen people in my lifetime. As I said before, I really had no room to judge.

Chapter Six

Mal

Since the clubwasn’t open yet, I had not expected the glory hole to be occupied when I went into the men’s room to take a piss prior to departing. The latch was down indicating someone was inside the stall. After draining the lizard, I walked with my dick out over to the stall. I needed something impersonal right then, something that would get that sexy little owl out of my head.

There weren’t rules about gender in the bathroom glory holes. That was a bit of the point. It was a mouth. All of the subs inside were collared or had a Dom overseeing them. An uncollared sub was not allowed to enter into the stalls because there were no cameras in the bathrooms. That was why the stalls were designed with a latch. Someone couldn’t enter and latch themselves in.

Some of the Doms or Dommes got off putting their subs inside to suck strangers off. Others did it as a punishment. I didn’t care. They were a mouth, and I needed to release some tension.

I customarily tapped twice on the edge of the hole with my finger before inserting my cock. I was only half hard.

Immediately a wet heat consumed my dick. I leaned into the stall wall, raising a hand over my head to balance myself. I let out a small sigh, letting the person on the other side work their tongue and lips over the mushroom head of my cock. The stiffness in my neck nearly evaporated at the contact. The sub on the other side of the wall knew what they were doing, too. I’d had a lot of blowjobs in my life, and despite popular belief amongst teenage boys, there was such a thing as a bad blowjob. This was a verygoodblowjob…and yet I wasn’t getting harder.

They took me all the way into their mouth, hollowing their cheeks as they sucked. The tip of my cock hit the back of their throat until they changed their angle to take me further. And still…I didn’t get harder.

I dropped my other hand to my balls, massaging them through my pants since I hadn’t dropped trou. I closed my eyes but immediately saw the little owl on the dance pole.

She’d been wearing a black corset, accentuating her lean waist. It had clearly been designed for her. I loved how the ribbons and laces held it together instead of clips. The intricacies of the bodice made it look like she had minuscule feathers all over her chest and torso. Her boots made her look taller than she had been, but there was a reason I called her ‘Little Owl’ inside my head. She was petite, yet muscled.

It took a lot of upper body strength to work the pole as she had been with such precision. She hadn’t just been gyrating around it or making obscene gestures to get guys off and extra tips. The way she moved, lost in the music, made me believe that she’d barely even noticed her audience. She hadn’t been dancing for them, but for herself. She’d moved with such grace and poise, using the entire height of the pole.

I wanted to see her dance again. This time, though, I wanted her dancingfor me. I wanted her eyeson me.

The black thong she’d been wearing revealed her succulent ass—and, fuck, the things I wanted to do to that ass. I wanted to see it red, wanted to see it bounce as I fucked her tight puckered hole, wanted to see it striped with a tattoo of my name…

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