Piercing a Dom's Heart (2 page)

The office door opened and Lydia entered. Damian stopped his tirade but his face remained red.

Lydia’s voice was soft but direct, “You must be Brandon. Damian has told me very naughty things about your college adventures. I’m sorry you arrived during a time of family turmoil.” Her eyes left Bran’s for a moment and she gave her husband a tight smile before focusing on their guest again. “But, we’re happy to have you. I hope your stay is relaxing and pleasing.”

He took her hand and kissed her palm, “Call me Bran.”

She gave him a sexy smile before turning her attention back to her husband.

"She's not upsetting me Damian, but she is upsetting you." Lydia's eyes traveled to her sister-in-law. "He won't ship you anywhere because that would make me angry. I heard Master P wanted to use you in a scene?"

"He wanted to put a plug up my ass and told me he would make it feel good."

"Well, if you've never tried it how do you know it won’t?"

Willow plopped down on the couch in exasperation and Lydia sat beside her. The two men made their escape.

Chapter Two

Bran followed Damian to his private elevator and they disembarked at the penthouse. Damian stalked straight to the bar.

"This was the unexpected problem I referred to in my note. She's only been here five days" He looked at his watch. "And six hours and forty minutes. Please shoot me. I learned she existed six years ago, paid for her college, and then lined up several jobs. She’s fired or quit because she refuses to remove her piercings or dress for the normal business world. She also finds dip shit guys who use her, chew her up, and spit her out. To top it off my pregnant wife has a soft spot when it comes to that hellion."

"I hate to ask but who's her mother?"

"A retired stripper in Vegas. She was a beauty back in her day but now alcohol and drugs have turned her into a nut case. I've provided money for years though I established a separate account for Willow. I couldn’t trust her mother to take care of her properly."

"What's she doing here?"

"Hell if I know. She arrived at the hotel unannounced and said she wanted to work at the El Diablo Club. She knew exactly what it was and I’ve tried for days to talk her out of it. Lydia finally took her side and insists I give her a chance. I need help and I hate to ask, but while you're here could you keep an eye on her if I'm not around? If you need to gag and bind her to a sub bench be my guest but please make sure Lydia doesn't see you get down and dirty. Shit, I don't want to see it either. I'm at a loss; she didn’t have boobs when she was fifteen and the last thing I want to see are her breasts or someone putting a plug in her ass. A bullet to my head is sounding better and better."

Bran smiled. Damian was always in complete control of his world. He remembered the shock he felt when Damian called and said he was married with a baby on the way. His friend’s strong Dom voice had even sounded dreamy. Now that Bran saw Lydia in person, he had a slight inkling about what drew his friend to the fiery redhead. She was damned appealing and exactly opposite of Willow the terrible. But, he would help out his friend. Right now though he just wanted a sweet little sub to play with in the club and then take back to his room for a night of hard fucking.

"I'd be happy to take your sister in hand when you're not around but please don’t leave me for long or world war three might start. I want to remain on your good side so I can meet the new addition to your family when he or she gets here."

"It's a she and I most certainly pissed off the Gods because I don't think I can handle another female right now. Lydia cries at the drop of a hat and I do everything in my power to keep her happy. You and I are taking a guy’s night while you’re here. No women."

"My how the mighty have fallen. No women would have been the worst night of your life two years ago."

"I won't argue but seriously, Lydia doesn't stop me from enjoying a submissive at a station or delivering discipline if a sub gets out of hand at the club. She's the most popular Dom we've ever had and my cock stays hard the entire time I see her work someone over. She remains on the payroll, the club stays happy, and I get the rewards after work."

"As long as you don't mind if I get turned on by your wife too."

"Be my guest but keep your hands off." Damian’s smile was wicked.

Bran smiled back at his friend, "No problem but I need to work off a bit of tension. Do you have a sub you think I would like?"

"Let's go, I have just the submissive beauty to get you started on your week of sin."

Damian hadn’t lied, Penny was perfect. They sat talking while he explained what he was looking for. This included a continued liaison throughout the night alone in his hotel room after some public play. She also didn't have a problem with a one sub stand when he made it clear he would look for someone else the following evening.

They spoke about her limits and safe words. He then took her hand, and led her to station three securing her to the St. Andrews Cross. At one time he was quite good with a whip but it had been awhile and he felt safer with something he could control a little more. If Lydia had some spare time he might ask her to run him through some exercises to bring his comfort level back up but tonight he would use a crop to place nice pink stripes on Penny’s gorgeous body if she misbehaved.

Her mouth tasted of mint and cherries when he took her lips in a sensuous kiss. He checked her bonds and ran a hand down her chest stopping and paying homage to each of her nipples before clamping them. He smiled, remembering Miss Willow’s disgust at the request to clamp her nipples. She had no idea of the heightened sensations they caused. Or that they intensified her pleasure. Looking at Penny's extended nipples his cock stiffened. They didn’t hurt his pleasure either.

Bran liked performing for the club crowd but when it came to sex he preferred the privacy of his room. He could punish a particularly misbehaving sub with a little personal public display but he liked them pliant and willing when he took them to bed. Their hands and legs bound wasn’t a requirement once he had their body primed and he received their complete submission.

His goal was to have Penny submit to his will and fight her body’s need for gratification until they were in his room. He explained very clearly what his expectations were.

“Yes Sir.”

Bran preferred Sir to master. BDSM was all about personal tastes. He began placing moist kisses down her soft skin. His lips kissed and nipped along her jawline, down her neck, and then the curve of her shoulder. His tongue slid over her nipple circling the clamp and giving a slight pull. Her moan made his erection swell. She was incredibly responsive and he was glad he asked for Damian’s suggestion.

He played with both breasts and her body arched as she made the sweet sounds he loved. His lips and tongue went to her other nipple and his hands went to her ass. He massaged and played along the crevice never touching her precisely where she wanted, leaving her anticipating what would come next.

He loved the play and the calculated skim of his hands over a subs body. The smell of arousal and bringing a woman to a fevered pitch turned him on. He took his time and mentally blocked out the growing crowd as Penny's cries became louder.

Slowly he used a finger to delve along her feminine folds swirling in the growing wetness she provided. Her thighs tenses and her muscles flexed as his knowing fingers continued to explore. Her breathing grew harsher and his finger slowly slid inside her pussy ringing a strangled cry from her lips.

He stopped the movement of his finger and stood to whisper in her ear, "Oh baby, slow down and control your body. Remember my rules." He kissed her again and began the slow movement of his finger while using his mouth on one of her nipples.

Penny's entire body began to squirm and her hips bucked against his hand. He removed his fingers.

"Shhh, my sweet, I want you yearning for release but you will hold back."

He kissed slowly down her body ending at the juncture of her thighs and used two fingers to spread her labia so his tongue could lick across her clit.

"Awe, I can't take it." Her cry was desperate.

"Yes you can. Hold on." He demanded.

"No master no, I can't." Penny went over the edge. Bran could feel her vaginal walls pulse against his finger and he allowed her orgasm to finish before backing away.

"You my dear have been a naughty sub."

"I'm sorry Sir." Her head was down and her breathing uneven.

"We will try again, but first you will be punished."

Brand removed a leather braided crop from the wall and Penny whimpered when he walked toward her. First, he ran the cow hide flap down the side of her face continuing over her body, down her chest, over her pelvic bone and between her legs. She let out another whimper as the tip passed over her highly sensitized pussy. Stepping back, he let the first strike land against the front of her thigh.

"Augg." Her body jumped.

"Don't lock your muscles or the pain is more intense." The second strike took her across the stomach. He used the crop in a steady rhythm along her torso but avoided her pussy and breasts. This was a penalty for not obeying his commands and not about pleasure. He wanted her to control her orgasm and hold back.

"We are going to start again Penny but this time you will fight your release. It should be easier now that your sweet pussy has been satisfied. What do I want Penny?"

"My pleasure sir."

“Yes, Penny, I want all your pleasure and I don’t wish to share with the people watching.

“Yes sir.”

This time he began by kissing her red striped stomach and thighs using his moist tongue to ease the sting. If she disobeyed again her would turn her around and stripe her bottom and the backs of her thighs. He wanted her to fight her body no matter how far he pushed. The thought made his dick throb painfully.

Penny held on for thirty minutes and he finally let up.

"Oh my sweet you have been so good and your body is beautiful at this moment. Your pussy is swollen and dripping just waiting for me. Hang on a little longer and I will give your body what it needs."

He removed Penny from the cross and carried her to the alcove set up behind the station. She sobbed in his arms her mind and body completely his. He kissed her forehead and cheek before settling on her mouth. From a side table he leaned over and picked up a sub blanket which he placed around her.

Her trembling finally slowed as he massaged her arm and leg muscles to relieve the strain from the cross.

"We’re going to my suite where I will lick your pussy until you go over the edge and then I will fuck you for hours."

She was too overwhelmed to respond and he picked her up and began walking out of the club. Before he reached the exit doors which led to the elevators he felt eyes following him. He turned and looked into Willow’s cold glare. His gaze traveled to her breasts and he admired their perfection before moving slowly upwards. Anger, doubt, and an edge of desire showed on her face causing his mouth to quirk slightly. He pulled Penny tighter against his body and placed a soft kiss to the top of her head. He then looked back at Damian’s sister.

“Does it make you feel strong when you beat a woman?”

He inhaled sharply at her startling question but humor won out, "There seems to be something you don't understand about this lifestyle." He fought to keep his laughter under control. "Everything that takes place here is consensual. There is no difference in Lydia whipping a sub or me doing it. If you want to continue working at El Diablo you have a choice."

"And what would that be?"

"Hold a whip or submit."

A giggle came from his chest where Penny's head lay buried.

"You actually enjoy torturing women?" Disgust dripped from every fiber of her being.

"I know I would love to take you over my knee and redden your bottom. It might be torture for you but it would definitely be pleasure for me. I’m sure Penny would enjoy your company in my bedroom if you care to join us?" Every bit of his dominant persuasive voice went into the words and his erection pressed tighter against his pants at the thought.

Unfortunately, Willow didn’t wish to play and she practically ran in the opposite direction.

He whispered in Penny’s ear, "I'm glad you enjoyed that. I'm sure I can find a suitable punishment for giggles."

A slight giggle sounded again and Bran smiled. This was the world he needed to relieve the stress of his day to day life. Why did he stay away so long? And why did thoughts of the over made up Goth chick send his erection soaring?

Chapter Three

Penny was gone when he woke up in the morning. He told her she could stay but she said she wanted to get back to her home. He understood. The deal was for one night. That was another reason BDSM appealed to him; if you wanted a lasting D/s relationship you could find one. If you liked to play the field, there were always enthusiastic takers. Though he knew she was over twenty-one Penny probably continued to live with her rich parents and they didn’t need to know their baby girl liked kinky sex.