Page 28 of Masters of Pleasure
“Magic pussy,” he whispered in Mitch’s ear.After having accidentally revealed the man’s feelings for Amy, with Kincaid right there and who knows what going on between the two of them, Mitch let him have the jab.
Besides, he wasn’t entirely sure Zach was wrong.
ChapterNine
Domi
Saturday night at Stronghold.
She took Ana over to Marcus and Julia’s in the morning, dropping off chicken soup for Julia at the same time, who had gratefully taken it before fussing over Ana’s arm.To Domi’s surprise and relief, like Marcus, Julia didn’t blame Domi for the injury.
Apparently, Domi was the only one who felt she was at fault.Unfortunately, the lack of blame from others did nothing to help ameliorate the guilt that was growing in her stomach.Which was why she’d let Rae convince her to come to Stronghold.
If she could find someone to scene with and let some of her emotions out, she’d feel better.But….
“This is a bad idea,” she muttered as she and Rae made their way to the Lounge area of the club.Though it looked like a massive warehouse on the outside, inside, Stronghold was elegantly decorated and had plenty of comfortable spots.After getting through the lobby, the main floor had a huge wooden bar on the right and a cocktail area to the left known as the Lounge before the wall where the locker rooms—the real ones, not like the kinky fantasy room upstairs—and the owner’s office were located.Gorgeous black-and-white photographs of domination and submission decorated the walls, adding to the atmosphere, though there wasn’t often much scening happening on this floor.
Past the Lounge area, there was a large dance floor in front of a stage, where some people would get a little freaky.The stage was usually reserved for large demonstrations, similar to what Marquis put on but more instructional than for pleasure.
Dominants and couples congregated at the bar, submissives in the Lounge area.She didn’t think it was hard and fast, but an unspoken rule everyone seemed to follow.It wasn’t a bad thing, though.The Lounge had comfortable leather armchairs and a large, dark red fluffy carpet to cushion knees, so if a dominant came over and demanded the submissive, they were negotiating with, kneel for them.
At the back of the room, next to the stage, were the staircases going up to the private theme rooms and down to the Dungeon, as well as a hall leading out to the gardens.The whole club smelled like leather and was designed to put everyone in a sexy mood.
But tonight, Domi wasn’t feeling sexy at all, even though she was wearing one of her sexiest outfits.
Normally, when she went to Stronghold or Marquis, it was like shedding her mom persona and letting her inner self be free.Today, she felt like she was trapped in her own skin.Her corset felt too tight, her boobs and legs too exposed, and instead of giving her confidence, she wanted to go back home, put on comfy pajamas, and watch a bad shark movie.
“You are not going to sit in the house and wallow about what a bad mom you are… because you’re not,” Rae scolded her, taking Domi by the hand and pulling her toward the Lounge.“We are going to hang out at Stronghold.We’re going to find you a nice Dom to scene with.And you are going to get some much-needed stress relief.”
That did sound good… except Domi didn’t want a nice Dom.She wanted a mean, sadistic Dom who would torment her until she was screaming and crying, then pleasure her until she was screaming and crying some more.After, he’d hold and cuddle her, then say something stupid or goofy to make her laugh.
Basically, she wanted Mitch.
Bad Domi.
Yeah, yeah, she knew.But the heart wanted what the heart wanted—so did her vagina.
Which was why this was a bad idea.
Rae wasn’t wrong about what Domi needed.She could really use a scene.
As if Murphy’s Law had summoned him, Master Mitch stepped in front of her and Rae, grinding them to an immediate halt.Tall, wearing nothing but black leather pants and a black vest that made his hair look even blonder and his eyes even bluer, and so damn delicious it was freaking unfair.Completely different from how he’d looked in scrubs but just as in charge and far sexier.
Mitch
He didn’t know why he’d come back to Stronghold tonight.Last night hadn’t exactly been great, and none of his friends were coming in tonight.He was just standing alone at the bar.Last night, he’d spent the entire evening missing Domi and wondering what he was doing there, even when his friends had been there to distract him, and tonight was no better.Being here was like being close to her, and he needed to figure out how to tell her he’d changed his mind about what he wanted.Why should she believe him?
Hell, Kate had gotten engaged to Master Andrew, Stronghold’s biggest manwhore, yet she was the one who didn’t believe in magic pussy.How was he supposed to convince Domi?
Especially since he hadn’t thought Domi wanted a relationship in the first place.
Except now she did.
Wait, does that mean I have a magic penis?
Before he could explore that thought, his eyes were drawn across the bar to the main entrance to the club, where Rae was pulling a reluctant Domi along.Domi looked amazing, of course.A black leather corset made the most of her slim figure, pushing her breasts up and giving her more exaggerated curves.He liked her the way she was, but Mitch knew it paid to appreciate the effort a woman put into her appearance.The short skirt she was wearing made her legs look longer than usual, especially when paired with her high-heel ankle boots.
Mitch had a sudden vision of Domi on her back, wearing nothing but the boots… and being fucked by someone else.
