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“Happy birthday, Mistress China,” the women chorused, while toasting her with their assorted alcoholic beverages.
Charlotte rolled her eyes and lifted her glass of wine. “Thank you, ladies. Now let’s forget it’s my birthday and pretend it’s a girls’ night out.”
“Nope,” Shelby Christiansen responded. “Not until you open your presents and cut the cake.” She pointed to the erotic confection that Fancy Evans had spent the day making at her bakery. She’d really done an amazing job, and Charlotte wondered if she’d used Brody’s cock, abs, and hips as a model. She knew Fancy’s husband/Dom was well-endowed, having seen him exposed at The Covenant, the elite, BDSM club they both belonged to, on more than one occasion.
Despite not wanting a cake to begin with, Charlotte couldn’t help but smirk. “It’ll be a pleasure taking a knife to the guy’s manhood. After all, Iama sadist.” Well, not really, but she wouldn’t tell any of the submissives that.
Laughter and hoots filled the private party room at the back of Donovan’s Pub. Mike Donovan’s younger brother, Jake, was a Dominant and Whip Master along with Charlotte at the club, but the two men didn’t share the same need to be in the lifestyle.
“Open the presents first,” Kristen Sawyer demanded with a giggle. Since having her baby a few months ago, the submissive had only had a few occasions to drink alcohol, so only a couple of sips into her second margarita, she was already giddy. In fact, the only ones not drinking any alcoholic beverages and feeling the effects were Kristen’s sister-in-law, Angie Sawyer, and Fancy, who were both pregnant, but still having a grand time. Thankfully, everyone else had made arrangements for safe transportation when the party was over.
Kayla London handed Charlotte a flat box that looked like it was from a clothing store, but knowing the exuberant submissive and her wife/Domme Roxanne, it was doubtful it’d come from Macy’s or Nordstrom’s, whatever it was. “Open ours first!”
Glancing at Roxy, who was smirking, Charlotte shook her head. “This should be good.” Ripping the paper from the box, she opened it and barked out a laugh. “Look out, subbies, Mistress China has a new whip!” She pulled out the hot pink, braided, leather whip and held it up for everyone to see. The women roared and cackled at the sight. “Is this the color I’m supposed to match when I’m whipping someone’s ass?”
“I bet Matthew will want you to use that on him!” Abigail Turner hooted. “You know pink is his favorite color.” Matthew was a gay submissive who was among the masochists at the club who liked to be serviced by one of the Whip Masters every week or two.
Charlotte continued to open the rest of the gifts. Some were funny gags, while others had been thoughtful and sentimental. By the time she was done, everyone was laughing and having a great time. It was fun to see them all in a different setting from the club occasionally, all letting their hair down and not having to follow protocol. There were several Dommes at The Covenant, but Charlotte was only close to a few of them. She’d bonded with many of the submissives, however, finding herself being a bit of a mother hen toward them at times. It was part of her natural instincts which made her a dominant in the lifestyle. She’d discovered the wonderful world of BDSM during her senior year in college, ironically through a guy she’d been dating who’d recognized her Domme qualities. They’d only been on their third date when he’d confessed he liked to be dominated by women in the bedroom. At first, Charlotte had been shocked, but having an open mind, she listened to him describe the lifestyle and what he got out of it. Their next date had been to a local munch, where those interested in BDSM could meet with like-minded people and experienced Doms and subs. From the moment she’d walked into the place she’d felt she’d found where she belonged. While things had eventually ended between her and her first submissive, Charlotte had practiced the lifestyle ever since. She’d gone through every class offered in several clubs she’d belonged to, and still took the occasional one to brush up on her skills. The last thing she’d ever want to do was inadvertently hurt a submissive—it would kill her if she did.
As the evening wore on, Charlotte relaxed more and was finally able to enjoy the fact she’d turned another year older. The conversations in the room were also growing louder and raunchier as the alcohol flowed. The sound of the women roaring with laughter drew the attention of a few people in the main bar. And, of course, a couple of swaggering jackasses had to poke their heads into the party room. Three barely-out-of-college-aged men strolled in after eyeballing the room full of women dressed to the nines. Charlotte rolled her eyes.Here it comes.
“Hey, sexy ladies, mind if we join you?”
The laughter died down as Charlotte stood. In stocking feet she was five feet three, but in her four-inch heels, she at least came up to the shoulder of the brown-haired ogler who had spoken. “Actually, we do. This is a private party, so if you don’t mind ...”
The kid smirked. “Aw, don’t be that way, sweetheart.”
His dimples had a small smile starting to spread across her face, but then the jerk had to put his hand on her, running it up her bare arm. And that just pissed her off. One of the reasons she preferred the BDSM lifestyle was no one touched her without her permission.
She shoved his arm away and gave him her best Domme glare. “I’ll be any way I want, jackass. Now, take your two friends and leave.”
The kid had balls or a lack of brains. Either way, he reached out to touch her again. Charlotte was fully aware of how quiet the room had gotten, but she wasn’t worried. Even though it was full of women, mostly submissives, none of them were shrinking violets, at least they weren’t in her eyes. She sensed someone else stand behind her and knew instinctively it was the other Domme in the room, Roxanne London—pediatrician and a fellow Whip Master at The Covenant. While gentle with her patients, the tall, auburn-haired doctor was a force to be reckoned with when it came to protecting submissives.
Before the asshole could touch her again, Charlotte grabbed his wrist and twisted, shoving him against the wall, face first, with a thud. She lifted his hand behind his back until he went up on his toes and cried out in pain. His two buddies must have stepped forward to help him because a suddencracksplit the air. Without looking, she knew Mistress Roxy had the new, pink bullwhip in her hand and had snapped a warning over their heads, freezing them in place.
“Uh-uh-uh, gentlemen. Stay right where you are. I missed on purpose—the next time I won’t.”
Charlotte almost chuckled because she knew Roxy’s wife, Kayla, loved when her Mistress went into full-protection mode and would be announcing she was horny as hell after this. But Charlotte had to deal with this asshole first. She hiked his arm a little higher, eliciting another yelp. “I tried to be nice, and you ignored my request, which was fine—you were trying to be cute. But then you had to put your paws on me without my permission, and that doesn’t fly with me, little boy.”
“What the hell?” The roared question had come from Mike Donovan as he strode in with two bouncers on his heels. “Charlotte, are you okay?”
With a final shove, she released the asshole, who spun around and growled at her. Due to her training, Charlotte immediately took a defensive stance, ready to kick the guy’s ass. But before he could unleash his anger, Mike grabbed him by his arm and the back of his neck. “You’re out of here.” He thrust the drunk toward the bouncers, then pointed at the two other intoxicated men. “You idiots are gone, too. Don’t let me see your faces until you learn to respect women. I don’t tolerate this shit in my bar.”
While the threesome was escorted out the door and through the main-room crowd, Mike turned to face the group of women. “Everyone, okay?”
Of course, it was Kayla who spoke first. “Yup! We didn’t even need Ninja-girl to step in to help. Roxy and China took care of everything. Swoon! Damn, I’m horny now!”
The room filled with riotous laughter as the waitress brought in another pitcher of margaritas. Ninja-girl was the nickname Kristen had earned during her first visit to The Covenant when she’d started dating one of the owners, Devon, who was now her husband. She’d interrupted two submissives bullying a third, Colleen Helm, in the locker room and had kicked their butts. Colleen had been grateful and, now that she was working for Trident Security as the office manager, she knew how to handle herself and was paying it forward whenever she saw someone being bullied.
Mike grinned at the group of women he’d gotten to know quite well over the past two years, then eyed Charlotte. “Gotta love a woman who kicks ass.”
Crossing her arms, she stared at him with the commanding look she usually reserved for the submissives at the club, and the men and women on probation with the law who had to check in with her every month. To her surprise, Mike’s smile fell, and so did his gaze—not to her chest, hips, or legs like most men, but to her feet.Well, hell. Who would have guessed? Master Jake’s handsome, older brother is a sexual submissive.
While Mike Donovan didn’t have his brother’s movie-star-worthy looks, he was still handsome in his own right. His hair was a lighter brown than Jake’s, and instead of startling green eyes, his were hazel with a touch of amber. He stood six-foot even, five inches shorter than his younger brother, and although he wasn’t as lean, his physique was toned enough to be admired.
Charlotte knew Jake and Mike hadn’t been close for years, but that had changed recently. They’d grown even closer over the past few months since Jake had moved back to Tampa. Apparently, Mike had taken his sibling up on an offer to work out at Trident’s gym and training facilities with him. Charlotte hadn’t realized until now that the slight beer belly the older Donovan brother used to sport was almost completely gone and his arms, shoulders, and chest were leaner and more defined. All in all, a very tempting package, especially since he was exuding a submissiveness she hadn’t noticed before now. Was he aware of it? Well, that was the question burning through Charlotte’s mind at the moment, and she was looking forward to discovering the answer.
