A big thanks to April, Steph, Mel, Mani and Luna!You guys are my Dom-squad
Isabella
Of course, he's got his eye on Jane. She's basically naked every time there's a party here anyway, on the prowl for a Dom. For a poor, unfortunate soul to take her on. No Dom I know—who knows Jane—would ever take her on. She's more liability than liable, more desperate than desirable. This could get funny.
I pick a seat by the dancers' stage, letting myself sink back into the plush leather seats. Vic and Laurent join me there, and I watch Victoria smile at her sub. He's lost in the music, the permission of his Mistress loud and clear when she tells him to enjoy himself. She leans back, bare legs crossed at the ankle, showing off her lean, long thighs in a high-cut bodysuit that looks as if it's painted on. Her lips are the same shade of red as her curled hair. She looks like an eighties' hairdresser's wet dream.
"Sweetheart, don't look at me like that. It's like you're about to burst into tears—or flames. I don't quite know just yet." Her patent leather boots shine in the lights of the dance floor as I look down, a little defeated. She knows.
I groan, frustrated as fuck, a little tipsy and fueled by the erotic atmosphere that always seems to linger at the club. "Vic…" I start. "I need to let loose. Work is starting to get to me, too." I haven't admitted it to Rose, but it's true. My job turns me on, and it's just sad that I don't have an outlet for it. The dates with my vibrator and porn collection get old, for sure.
"You know, that's why I married L," she cackles. I give Victoria the side eye, and she wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. I rest my head against her, feeling lucky with two best friends like Rose and Victoria.
"You know," she says, squeezing my shoulder. "Laurent has a friend, James... He might be interested. I know he's in between contracts, but he's all the way in Washington."
"Vic, no." I shake my head. "I don't do long-distance shit; I just can't... I want my sub close by, especially since I can use them at the dungeon, too. Some of my clients are into voyeurism—they love to watch, especially since I don't have sex with them."
Victoria winks. "I bet that sells like hot cakes... Even I love to watch you."
My eyes flutter to the other side of the dancefloor, the side where Jane is twirling around her new victim, her skirt so tight it looks fucking ridiculous. Masen doesn't look too interested, but when his eyes meet mine, he smirks and pulls at Jane's long ponytail, yanking her head back. I watch how she's gasping and licking her lips hungrily, but it's all he does, in combination with grinding his denim-clad crotch against her flat ass.
"Look at her, how fucking pathetic." I giggle and finish my drink, already eager for another one.
Victoria's blue eyes narrow at me, her head cocked to the side as she observes me. "Hmm... If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're jealous, B."
I laugh dramatically, entirely too fake, and I deny the aching feeling in my gut.
"Oh please, Vic... He's a Dom. He's just... pretty, I guess." I shrug and call Gianna over to our booth, who got the memo from Lauren. She's back with another drink as soon as possible. I take it from her and get up. Gianna is petite, under five feet, which makes me feel like a goddess towering over her.
"Having fun tonight, Gi?" I ask her. I walk around her in a circle, as if I'm stalking her, well aware of the eyes on me. Both Victoria's and Masen's. He wants to play games? I'll show him: Havoc always wins.
Any bets?