02. My secret kinky side

“So, what’s our new boss like?” I hear a teasing voice cut through the silence the moment I enter my room and close the door with a low thud. I set my eyes on the woman sitting on my couch with crossed legs; Kate is looking at a magazine whose cover has our most famous face, the company’s star.

“As expected, a dick,” I say after a deep breath, walking towards my desk. “He acts all high and mighty like you’d expect from someone who got the position because of his family.”

She looks at me with a skeptical expression, “He has a good track, though.”

Okay, fine. Abraham Pollock’s CV is very good, and he’s been CEO of other companies before, but still, it’s unfair that he gets this position just because he’s of the family while I’ve been working here for six years, trying my hardest and giving my best.

That position should be mine.

Everyone knows that.

Everyone believed in that…

But everything shattered when Mr. Pollock appeared.

“You’re my friend, Kate. You should be on my side.” I mutter, sinking into my chair and spilling my body around. I lean my head back, keeping my eyes settled on the ceiling.

This day sucks. I already feel tired, and it’s just begun.

“Yes, I’m your friend, hon…” She closes the magazine and throws it on the table, getting up and walking towards me, “That’s why I’m here, to encourage you, to make you feel better.”

“And how do you plan to do that?” I groan, lowering my face to see her leaning on the table before me. Her brown hair, tied up in a high, tight bun, and her coy appearance don’t come close to showing Kate’s true nature.

And the same goes for me.

In this place, I’m the only one who knows Kate’s secret — and she’s the only one who knows mine.

“Well… Mr. Loyd.” She says with a mischievous smile, and I can already imagine her suggestion.

I pull out a lock of my hair, wrapping the black strand around my index finger, “What about him?”

“He’s looking for a Sub to play tonight.” Kate raises her eyebrows, then points at me, “A public play at the club.”

I stop moving my finger, holding the strand firmly on it, tilting my head slightly… “But he must have already found one, right? You know he’s quite popular with the Subs.”

“He may have told me he wants you.” Kate’s smile gets even more wicked, making me roll my eyes, “Come on, I know you swore you wouldn’t give yourself to any other Dom, but you two have played together other times… and you really do have the fire, admit it.”

Well, it’s true. We’ve played together a few other times… lately with even greater frequency. Mr. Loyd is the only one with a firm hand in dealing with me, and that’s why we work out pretty well.

Still, a public play…

“It doesn’t mean much,” Kate says, almost like she can read my thoughts. “It’s not like he’s going to put a collar around your neck, Vicky. He needs a Sub who likes Impact Play, and I don’t know anyone who likes it more than you.”

I sigh, wrapping my hair around my finger again.

A public play…?

Well, I really need to clear my head after meeting with Mr. Nepotism… And what could be better than a bit of adrenaline rush?

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[…] When the night comes, I can always unleash my darkest side.

My secret kinky side

In this dark club, where the red light overwhelms even those who like to dominate, I feel at peace, as if I’ve found my place in this world. And indeed, I have — the Obelisk Club is like my second home.

That’s why, when I lean against the bar, I’m greeted with a smile from Noah, the bartender who has been working here for at least two years. He slaps the counter a few times and asks, while I sit down, “Martini tonight?”

“No… I’m playing a show.”

He raises his eyebrows, leaning his crossed arms on the counter before me, “So you’re the one playing with Mr. Loyd?”

“Uh-hum.” I give a soft smile, “Just a soda would be nice.”

“Right away.” He turns around, preparing the drinks, giving me enough time to take a deep breath and comb my long hair back, feeling the black strands touch the exposed skin of my lower back.

I look around, noticing that the club is really full today… Perhaps the news of a public play has attracted more people than usual. And I confess, this brings me an anxiety that runs through my body and shivers every inch of my skin.

Quickly, I spot Kate in the crowd, and it’s not long before she replaces me as well and starts walking towards me. Her brown hair is now loose, and her clothes are anything but subtle. And I need to say, she doesn’t look the same when wearing latex clothes, her usual dominatrix attire.

“I’m seriously considering performing in public myself…” Kate says when she finally catches up with the bar, standing beside me with her arm resting on the counter, “Something humiliating, what do you think?”

Right… Not only that, she’s also a promiscuous sadist, never committing to any of her poor subs…

Not that I can say anything on that subject, anyway.

“But it’s really full today, huh?” Kate says loudly, but I can’t tell if she’s talking to me or Noah, who is pouring me a soda. “I hear a new Dom has moved into town, and it’s coming to the club. Is it true?”

I sip the soda, trying to relieve my suddenly dry mouth…

“Oh, you must be talking about Mr. Pollock-”

I choke, interrupting Noah, who looks at me in astonishment, not knowing what to do because I’m coughing, choking, and my nose is burning from the damn soda.

My eyes are watering as Kate pats me on the back, trying to relieve this cough that’s making me lose my breath.

But this is no time for that… definitely not the time…

“Did you just say Mr. Pollock?” I ask between gasps, my voice high-pitched and choked. I exchange a desperate glance with Kate, who, like me, is surprised. It seems to be the first time she’s heard about this.

“Yes, he arrived yesterday,” Noah says, confused, placing a glass of water with three ice cubes before me. “He’s a famous Master from the scene, actually… I heard Madame Shamant comment that he used to train submissives.”

“Train submissives?” I ask again, taking a sip of the water that refreshes me, relieving the aching sensation in my throat.

“Slaves,” Noah says, scratching the back of his neck, “He teaches subs to be good slaves.”

“Are you saying that not only is he part of this world, but that he’s a Master?” My voice is cracking, and it’s certainly not because I nearly drowned in the soda.

“Well, actually, I heard he doesn’t teach anymore.” He points out, with his eyes beyond my body, “And speaking of the devil… He’s over there.”

No.

No, no, no.

I turn sharply, looking back, wishing it was a misunderstanding, a big mess… wishing so hard that it wasn’t my arrogant new boss who was there, but… Once again, Mr. Pollock shatters my hopes with his presence.

There’s no doubt about it.

That square jaw, the dimples in the slim face that add the thin beard, and that perfectly combed black hair don’t allow me to mistake it, especially when my eyes go down to the broad shoulders, to this muscular body that I can notice much better when he’s not wearing a suit.

All this, unfortunately, belongs to the man I saw earlier in the office.

My new boss.

The guy who stole my dream promotion.

His eyes cross in my direction, making me turn abruptly and hide my face. Suddenly, I no longer feel safe in this lace mask that covers only around my eyes.

“So Mr. Pollock is a Dom?” Kate says with amusement, almost like it’s funny. And it must be, especially seeing me struggle so much against this misfortune that’s fallen upon me. “What a small world, huh?”

“Be quiet, Kate,” I mumble, closing my eyes tightly and resting my forehead on the palms of my hands. “I guess drowning in soda and dying doesn’t seem so bad now.”

“Don’t worry, hon… There are so many people here, it’s dark, he won’t see you…” I slowly pull my hand back, looking at her expression, which gradually turns mischievous when Kate adds, “Unless you do some public play for all these people.”

“I hate you.” I force a smile onto my face, “You know, I really hate you.”

“You lying brat.” She smiles at me, straightening my hair back in front of my shoulders. “Come on, you’ve only seen each other once… It’s not like he’s going to recognize you, right?”

Yes, she’s right… Our first contact was today, and it wasn’t long enough to be imprinted on his mind.

That brings some relief to my chest, but it doesn’t last long because soon another familiar face approaches… Mr. Loyd, my Dom for the night.

And if I wanted to give up, there’s no way I could anymore because he stops next to Kate, holding out his hand for me. I take it, and he gives me his usual courteous greeting, with his lips touching the back of my hand over the lace sleeve.

“The stage is clear for us, shall we?” He pulls his lips away, holding my hand gently, and I become suddenly aware that Mr. Pollock’s hands are very, very big because these hands of mine don’t seem so small now.

I hold my breath, thinking about how firm his grip is, which brings a strange chill to my stomach. And I cast a quick glance at Kate, who has an amused smile on her face. She encourages me with a nod, and I know she’s looking forward to this moment, but in a different way to me…

Taking a deep breath, I drink the rest of the soda, feeling my throat burn from the gas again, using this sensation as my dose of courage. Then I get off the stool and allow Mr. Loyd to guide me to the round stage in the middle of the club, which is already prepared with everything we’ll need tonight.

Mr. Loyd guides me like I’m some lady, discreetly raising my hand as I climb the small steps that bring us to the center of people’s attention, who are already fixing their eyes on us. The music that surrounds the room is enveloping, making the lustful atmosphere take over me. The club is dark, but everything will be exposed to the public eye under this red light.

“Are you nervous?” Mr. Loyd says softly, but I can hear his voice sound firmly through the music because of our proximity. He’s standing before me, releasing my hand just to run his fingers up my arm along the lace that protects my skin.

“I am,” I take a deep breath, my eyes locked on his face, seeing his deep brown eyes up close and the provoked smile on his lips at my response.

“It seems that you want to go straight to spanking, right?” His touch is suddenly firm on my arm, surprising me. “Even after all this time, you still haven’t learned to talk like a good girl.”

I give a teasing smile and moisten my lips, noticing that this simple movement has unsettled him.

“You really are a brat, aren’t you?” He pulls me over, sitting on a wide, red-themed couch. I don’t know if he was planning some kind of role play, but my bold mouth seems to have disrupted his plans. “I’ll give you one more chance to be good… Lie on my lap.”

I seal my lips, still with the wicked, teasing smile, and rub my thighs together, feeling my body heating up… Oh yes, here’s my problem…

I’m a submissive who doesn’t like to simply obey.

The best part of questioning a Dom is seeing how they struggle to deal with my temper… And, of course, the punishment that awaits me whenever I forget to bow my head and say yes, sir.

“No?” Mr. Loyd gives a low, heavy laugh… then suddenly pulls me up, making me almost lose my balance.

Clumsily, I lie down on his lap — because a good brat always knows when to give in.

I rest my belly on his closed legs and bite my lips when I feel him hard underneath me.

But Mr. Loyd doesn’t give me time to think about it because soon his hand is running up my legs, lifting my skirt… “What are you wearing tonight? I’m dying to know what you’ve put on thinking that the whole club will see.”

When he finally lifts all my skirt, revealing the red lace lingerie, so small and flimsy that it’s tucked in the middle of my ass, Mr. Loyd grunts deep in his throat, his stiffness throbbing in my belly.

I bite my lips as he caresses my butt, and I can already expect the hard slap coming…

However, when I lift my face and make the mistake of looking at the crowd, I meet the intense blue eyes that stare back at me, making my heart skip a beat.

Mr. Pollock is there, sitting exactly in my direction… And the mischievous smile on his lips gives me more goosebumps than the first slap that hit my skin.