Page 32 of For Love & Torture
I look back to see what the moronic sub is doing now as she says, “I want you to fuck me tonight. I want you to tie me down to the bed and fuck me until you can’t anymore.” She’s still looking at Troy.
“I’m going to beat her ass! Just you wait!” Blyss growls.
Troy does his best to calm her down. “Blyss, it doesn’t matter what she’s doing. I am with you. You can see that, right?”
“You don’t want her, do you?” Blyss asks.
Shaking his head, he says, “I only want you, Blyss Danner. Only you.”
The lights go out on the scene, and the lights in the room come up. I look at Blyss as Troy holds her. “Seems that sub on stage had a thing for you, Mr. M.” I smile at Blyss. “Seems you had a bit of jealousy over that, Miss Danner. Perhaps you should learn a bit about controlling that. Mr. M., you should rein that in before it gets out of control.”
“Mr. J., I thought you liked me,” Blyss cries.
“I do, that’s precisely why I think that ugly little trait should be taken care of. It’s just sex, Miss Danner. Nothing more than body parts. Your heart doesn’t get into it. So what does it matter if another woman wants to feel your Dom’s power?”
“This man is more than just my Dom, he is my love. Once you find love, Mr. J., your opinion might very well change.”
The sub from the stage comes to Troy’s side even though he’s adamantly shaking his head at her. The foolish female runs one finger along his shoulders. “I’m Delores”
Unable to hold onto Blyss any longer, Troy loses his grip. And Blyss grabs the other woman by the shoulders. “He’s mine, you will back off now!”
The woman eyes Blyss. “You are his, not the other way around, sub. And if he’d like a taste of me, he can have it. I don’t belong to anyone.” She looks at Troy. “So, would you like a taste?”
Blyss’ hand flies through the air, and a crack is heard as she connects with the girl’s face. “You fucking bitch!”
Troy and I have to scramble to pull the two apart. I take the sub from the scene by the waist and pull her back. “I’ll take care of her.” I drag her back as I look over my shoulder to see where I can take this crazy bitch.
“See that you do, or I will!” Blyss shouts as Troy pulls her away.
“You women,” is all I can say about what’s happened.
With Blyss out of the room, I feel relieved that the incident hadn’t occurred in the main room and created chaos with the large crowd there.
The man who played her Dom on stage finally comes to help me with the slut. “I can take her from here, boss.”
Before I release this troublemaker, I take her by the chin to make her look at me. “You can either learn to play nicely with others, or you will no longer be welcome in my club. Got that?”
She continues to eye me then suddenly drops her eyes as I refuse to look away from her. “I got that, Mr. J.” Then she looks back at me. “Maybe I could use a strong hand to guide me.”
That’s a thing the woman desperately needs. But after seeing her brazen display with Troy, I have no desire to trade any type of energy or power with her. “I won’t be the Dom to handle you. You just remember what I’ve said. Shape up, or you’re out. I don’t want any more cat fights in my club.”
Heading to the main room, I want to be sure things are going well in there. As I walk in, I can see that no one seems to be aware of any trouble and look around to see what’s going on.
When my eyes land on a new guy at the bar, I find myself looking at the woman who’s sitting next to him.
“Isabel?”
What the hell is she doing out here? And why the hell is that man looking at her like that?
Easing my way through the crowd, I get to her and place my hand on her shoulder as I size up the man who’s looking at her. And only at her. “Hi, I’m Mr. J., one of the owners. I don’t believe I’ve seen you here before, mister…?”
“M,” the man answers before he looks at Isabel. His finger runs over her chin, and I just about fly off the handle and belt him.
Isabel leans back a bit, breaking contact with the moron’s fingertip. “He’d like to become a member of your club, Mr. J. I’m showing him around the place. Are there any scenes coming up?”
I take the drink she shouldn’t be having if she’s going to be this close to a man like this one. I can read him like a book. A dirty, nasty, son of a bitch book. “I think there’s one coming up in the lounge. I’ll take him from here.”
His dark-as-hell eyes dart to me. “I prefer her company if you don’t mind.”
