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The lack of unattached subs at Chained tonight was a problem because it left them with nothing to do but sit and drink and talk. Which they could have done anywhere. And Adam wanted to play. It had been awhile since he’d found someone he wanted to scene with, although he’d indulged once or twice in the past couple of months when asked to do an introduction or teaching scene at Stronghold. But it was ultimately unsatisfying.
At thirty-one years old he was surprised to find himself yearning for permanence in a relationship, he’d always thought he’d be a confirmed bachelor until at least his mid-thirties, but seeing the love and devotion between Chris, Justin, and Jessica, the way they came together to make their tripod relationship work, had made him surprisingly envious. Their relationship had ended up creating another one between Liam, another Stronghold Dom, and Jessica’s best friend, Hilary. Since then, Adam had started considering a real relationship, something Rick had already been looking for.
Something neither of them were going to find at Chained, apparently.
“Well, that’s interesting,” said Rick, perking up a little. All of the men turned to see where he was looking, at the door leading to the lobby.
A stunning woman had just walked in by herself. A long fall of dark brown hair caressed her shoulders, framing a roundish face which wasn’t quite conventionally beautiful, with almond shaped eyes hinting at Asian heritage. She also had the most incredible lips Adam had ever seen, small but somehow plumply bow-shaped to the extent they almost looked like they’d been created for sex appeal, the way Betty Boop or Jessica Rabbit’s lips would appear in real life. Made for kissing or wrapping around a man’s shaft. The tiny shorts she was wearing hugged curvy hips, hinting at a fantastic rear view. The unique top she was wearing interested him immediately, despite the fact it covered most of her. The curves of her breasts in the top’s opening were full and creamy, pressing the soft mounds upwards into almost a shelf. She was at least a D cup. Maybe more. The thigh high leather boots with the fuck-me heels were skin tight on her legs, showing them to be long and lean.
Looking at her made his dick stir.
“Damn, she’s a Domme,” said Rick, deflating as he took in her attire, the tilt of her chin and the aggressive way she looked around the room. Moodily he took a swig of his beer.
“What, you don’t want to try out being a switch?” Andrew asked, nudging his friend in the ribs. The other three men laughed as Adam continued to study the woman. Not once in his entire life had he ever been attracted to a Domme, no matter how physically attractive they were, but this woman had his complete attention and his groin was already tightening. Why?
He watched her look around, observed the slight distaste on her face as she took in the decor before she covered up the expression. Something about her was slightly off, although he couldn’t quite figure it out. When her eyes swept around the room, examining the people, he was still looking at her. The minute their eyes met she had some kind of reaction, but he was too far away to see it clearly. The nod she gave him was careful, entirely appropriate, but something about her body language was off. As if she was unsure of herself. A new Domme maybe? Inexperienced? He smiled at her, to see how she would respond. She smiled back when she met his eyes before looking away again to continue her examination of the room.
“What’s up?” Chris asked, leaning over to see where Adam was looking. “Why are you looking at the Domme?”
“I’m not sure,” Adam confessed, taking a sip of his own beer to cover his frown. “There’s something about her...”
“Think she’s a switch?”
Hm. “Maybe. Or maybe very new.”
Now all of his friends were looking at her again, watching her as she studied the small room. Chained wasn’t even a third as big as Stronghold, but then again Stronghold hadn’t started out very big either. It had expanded and renovated as it became more popular and successful. The woman they were all watching seemed to feel their eyes on them. Turning her head she stared right back at them. Some men might have looked away or pretended they weren’t looking at her at all. Not this group. She seemed a little startled at first as they all stared back at her, and she was the first one to look away.
“We won,” said Chris, laughing.
Adam was still watching the woman, when she glanced back at them there was a small, rueful smile on her pouty lips, and then she started walking toward them. The rolling gait her high boots required made her hips move in a manner that was both sensuous and graceful. A lot of women would have trouble walking in heels that high. He’d seen them on the sidewalk shuffling along, looking like they were walking on stilts. Despite the height of her heels this woman walked easily, with a slight swaying motion that made his already hardening cock stand straight up.
As soon as they realized she was heading toward them, the men all started watching her again, appreciating the beauty of her movements.
Angel
Angel felt completely out of her element. The club itself wasn’t as intimidating as she’d expected, but the four men in front of her were. Which, perversely, had drawn her to them, even though she was supposed to be a Domme tonight, not a sub. She figured it would be okay though because as a Domme she shouldn’t be scared, right? So when they’d all stared her down, going for a power play, she’d stared back for as long as she could stand it. Eventually she’d had to look away, sure they could see her heart pounding in her chest. When she’d turned back the handsome blond one was still watching her. She felt drawn to them. Him. Initially she’d wondered why there weren’t subs flocking to their table, but after a quick look around she’d noticed there didn’t seem to be many singles other than the men at the table. Most people were there as part of a couple.
She envied those couples. Especially the woman tied to the St. Andrew’s Cross who was being very lightly flogged, warming her up for a more strenuous workout. Her Dom was completely focused on her, murmuring encouragement as he turned her skin a light pink. It made all of Angel’s girly bits throb to watch them. The rise and fall of the flogger had her fantasizing about being in the sub’s place—at least until she realized there were a couple other people watching her watch the scene, and she started to worry they might realize she was more interested in being the one receiving the whipping than in wielding the flogger. So she decided to approach the small group of men instead, justifying it to herself by hoping they could give her some information about the club and BDSM in general.
Their collective, appreciative gaze as she walked toward them made her quiver inside a little, but she knew nothing showed on the exterior as she smiled warmly. Acting 101 for the win!
“It’s not nice to stare,” she said mock-sternly, as soon as she got within hearing distance, wanting to see their reactions. The blond with facial hair who kept watching her smiled appreciatively at her scolding; the look of approval in his blue eyes made her want to melt right down into her boots. Up this close she got a hint of his well-defined muscles under the crisp white button down shirt he was wearing. Strange to see a Viking in what she considered a dress shirt. Strange to see a Dom at a BDSM club in one too, now that she thought of it, even if he was wearing it with black leather pants.
Tall, dark, and handsome wearing a black cotton shirt and jeans threw back his head and laughed. The other blond, who had no facial hair, grinned and shook his head almost apologetically. Since he was on the other side of the table all she could see of his outfit was the black leather vest he was wearing, but she assumed he had the leather pants to match. The last man had naturally tanned, caramel skin, black hair, and was wearing nothing but leather pants to show off his admittedly spectacular upper body; he arched his eyebrow at her. The one in the black shirt was casually dressed but the other three together looked like a bondage ad for Studs’R’Us. Eye candy at its finest.
“May I get you something to drink, Mistress?” As soon as she approached the table, a scantily dressed young man popped up at her elbow, looking up at her worshipfully. Wow. He was cute, only two inches shorter than her in her boots which meant he’d be taller than her if she had been wearing any other shoes. Too bad she wasn’t looking for a sub.
“No, thank you,” she said. It didn’t seem polite to assume she could join their table. Looking disappointed, the server walked away.
“No, thank you?” asked the gorgeous blonde pirate-y man, sounding kind of judgmental. He was studying her like she was some kind of insect pinned to a board. The scrutiny made her uncomfortable, especially because those bright blue eyes looked like they could see deep inside of her, sorting through her secrets. Approaching these men had probably been a mistake, but she’d been drawn like a moth to the flame. Even though tall, dark, and handsome was her usual type, she found herself feeling more interested in the blond. Maybe it was the way he seemed interested in her. Not in a sexual way, but he seemed curious and speculative, as if she’d done something wrong or unexpected.
Oops. Apparently Dommes don’t say thank you?
“Didn’t your mother teach you manners?” she asked back dryly.
“Must have had a strict mother,” observed tall, dark, and handsome.
“I take after her,” quipped Angel with a wink, making them laugh. Okay, time for introductions. They weren’t taking the lead so she would. That’s what a Domme would do, right? “I’m Angela.” She left off the ‘Mistress.’ None of these men would ever use the honorific for her, just as she wouldn’t use any for them while she was pretending to be a Domme.
