Bottoms Up (6 page)

She heard water running in the bathroom. Her pussy throbbed and burned, amped up so high that it was going to take a nuclear bomb to bring her back down.

Johnny returned to the bedroom. “It’ll just take a minute to fill the tub.” He raised an eyebrow. “You need a little more?”

How did he know?

He grinned. “Lots of girls get overstimulated during ass play and need a little attention afterward. Do you want the vibe?”

She bit her lip.

“Go ahead. I’ll watch.”

He put the still-buzzing bullet into her hand and pulled the covers from her body. Destiny cranked the vibe to full power and discovered the high-quality device might just be in nuclear range.

She pressed the soles of her feet together, knees spread apart like a butterfly’s wings, and touched the tip of the vibrator to the spot that ached between her legs. Immediately, she began to tremble and spasm. Sweet Jesus, she was going to die if she didn’t come one more time, right now. Just a little more would send her off the edge again, more fully, less frantically. She just needed a second to get there. “Ahhhhhh,” she cried, riding a rocket without any brakes. The vibrator blasted against her, and if she couldn’t keep up, she’d get numb, and then she’d never come. Tears of frustration slipped down the sides of her face.

Johnny reached over her chest to give her nipple a sharp twist, a twist that she felt in her clit like a firebolt. His fingers danced around the edges of her labia, teasing, rubbing, slipping, just nudging the tiniest bit into her pussy. Her full lips were sensitive and his touch took her higher.

What else might he do to help her come? Ram her pussy with a fat dildo? Torture her nipples? Use her ass again? Her spiraling thoughts carried her to the edge of orgasm, and Johnny’s knowing fingers pushed her over the cliff.

“Thank you,” she breathed, when she could speak.

“My pleasure,” he answered. “Bath now?”

She opened one eye. “That would be lovely.”

He grinned. “Will you have another orgasm if I tell you I have a chocolate cheesecake in the fridge?”

“Not impossible.”

“I’ll bring the bullet just in case.” Johnny pulled the vibe from her nerveless hand and silenced it.

She tried to mimic his aplomb. “Wined, dined, ass-fucked and now chocolate? I know why all the little girls talk about you now. Is there a chance you’re going to hand-feed me the cake while I sit in the bathtub?”

“Only if you let me fuck you while you eat it.”

She cocked her head and frowned. “There are certain pleasures I don’t like to combine.”

Johnny guffawed. “Finally, something you won’t do.”

“I like my chocolate straight is all. Not a crime.” For some reason she felt like she needed to defend herself. She reached for the sheet and tucked it around her body for the trip to the bathroom.

Johnny shook his head. “Not a crime at all.” He grabbed the edge of the sheet and tugged. It hit the floor. “But covering up that body is.”

She swept by him. “Whatever.”

Johnny’s soft chuckle made her grin, even as his sharp smack on her sore ass sent her scurrying toward the bathroom.

“You get comfortable. I’ll get the cake.”

The tub was almost full, and the water temperature was perfect. Thick bubbles swirled in a fragrant froth as she eased into the tub. She’d better watch her step. A girl could get used to submission if it always felt like this.

Chapter Four

“You are never going to believe what I did over the weekend.” Destiny deftly straightened a crooked vibrator on the rainbow display that lined the back wall of Come Again and shot a smug glance at her boss.

Bonita swept her long, blond hair out of her green eyes and put her hands on her hips. “Usually when you say something like that, you’re right.”

“I bottomed for Johnny Delcorral.”

Her boss stopped smiling. “You did what?”

Destiny continued to restock the vibrator display. “Yup. I don’t know what got into me. One minute I was staring into the sub corner Downtown trying to decide who to bring home with me, and the next minute I was discussing hard limits with Norton’s most infamous Dom.” Destiny didn’t need to explain further. She had introduced Bonita to the club a few months ago. Duck, hello water. Bonita was a natural submissive.

Bonita cocked her head to the side. “Who was your safe call?”

“Uh—” The cautious question caught Destiny flat-footed. Her hand faltered, and she had to stoop to pick up several plastic-covered purple, sparkly jelly dongs.

Bonita’s trademark calm, cool and collected expression was replaced with a frown. “Oh, Destiny.”

Her boss’s disapproval punched a hole in the happy bubble she had been carrying around since she left Johnny this morning. “It’s not like he was some stranger I picked up on the street. I’ve known him for years—”

“You’ve known
of
him for years. You don’t know anybody until you put a whip in his hand.”

“Easy, girl, your cynicism is showing. Anyway, I felt safe. We scened at the bar. Did you know there’s an upstairs?”

Bonita was still frowning. “I’ve heard rumors.”

“C’mon, Bonita, give it a break. He’s an upstanding businessman. He owns the bar, for God’s sake—”

“Two actually. He’s got another one in Snyder. A yuppie watering hole.” Bonita’s words underscored Destiny’s ignorance.

Destiny put her hands on her hips, a sex toy clutched in each fist. “You’ve made your point. Now you’re just torturing me.”

Bonita laughed and relented. “All right, all right, we’ll get back to safety measures later. You bottomed? What brought that on? Did you like it?”

“It was fucking fantastic.”

Bonita nodded her understanding. “Are you going to try it with another Dom?”

Destiny tilted her head. “Huh? I haven’t thought about it. I just assumed I’d see him again.” The words were out of her mouth before she had a chance to think about them, to realize her mistake. “Oh, shit.” She dropped a King Kong Dong with a fat thud. “Oh, shit. Shit. Fuck!”

Bonita bit her lip. “Maybe we should discuss this over coffee before you destroy all my stock and scare the customers away. Hey, Crystal?” Bonita called toward the counter where the other salesgirl was ringing out a customer. “Can you hold down the fort for a while? I’ll bring you a cappie.”

“Yeah, sure,” Crystal called back.

They tossed the toys back into their box, and Destiny carried it into the back hallway while Bonita grabbed their purses from the office. Destiny slung her bag over her shoulder as they headed for the front door. The bell tinkled above their heads as they left the shop. Destiny pulled a revitalizing breath of hot city blacktop air into her lungs and thought about how she was going to justify her actions to her friend.

They ducked into the coffee shop on the corner and placed their order. When they were seated with their drinks, Destiny lifted her chin. “It felt different.”

“For you, sweetie. It was your first time on the bottom. Everything felt different to you. I hate to be a party pooper, but I don’t want you to get hurt, either. Subs talk. Johnny Delcorral is notorious for two things—his big cock and the fact that he has zero tolerance for insubordination. You don’t exactly fit the submissive profile, sweetie. Are you sure he’s a good starter Dom for you? Have you set up another date?”

Destiny shook her head, trying not to let her worry show.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

She did. She really did, but she didn’t want to hear anything else that might make her feel like an idiot, or a failure, or both.

“I won’t judge. I promise. I won’t tell, either.” Mischief lit Bonita’s green eyes. “I have to say, I can’t fault your taste. If I liked men, I’d want to call him
Sir
too.”

Destiny’s grin returned. “He didn’t ask me to call him
Sir
. He just cooked me dinner, made me come about five hundred times, and then fed me amazing chocolate cheesecake while I floated in his bathtub.”

Bonita’s eyes reflected disbelief. “We’re talking about the same guy, right? Tattoos, shaved head, wicked hand with a flogger—or so I’ve heard? None of the girls have ever mentioned cheesecake or spending the night.”

Destiny shrugged. “Two nights.”

“Oh, sweetie, you really better be careful now.”

After that, Bonita kept her promise. She didn’t say anything else that made Destiny feel bad, but it was too late. Her happy bubble was gone.

In all likelihood, Bonita was right. Johnny wouldn’t call her again. The next time she saw him, it would be at the club. She would be back in her usual Dominant role again and he wouldn’t single her out. How would she handle that? Poorly, she thought. No matter how much she wanted to deny it, something had changed inside her last weekend.

Johnny’s wicked voice made her nerves sing. A flick of his eyebrow and she soaked her panties. It had been ridiculously easy to sink to her knees in front of him. He affected her on a physical and emotional level that was unlike anything she had ever experienced. His arrogance, his dominance, the angle at which he held his shoulders, the way he planted his feet on the floor and the mischievous gleam in his eyes drew her to him.

Would they draw her to another Dominant man too? Now that she had opened herself up to submission, would she respond to another Dom in the same way she had responded to Johnny? The thought chilled her. On the flip side, did she still want to Dominate her blond subs from the club? That prospect left her even colder.

Bonita interrupted her freight train of thought. “Hey, why don’t you take the rest of the day off? Crystal and I can handle the store.”

“Really?” Destiny jumped at the reprieve. Considering she’d logged about eight hours sleep all weekend, a nap sounded pretty good. Coffee notwithstanding, she was about to fall over. “Thanks, Bonita.”

“Anytime, sweetie. I mean that. Our world is complicated. If you ever want to talk, I’m here. Talking helps a lot.”

Destiny leaned down to give her boss a hug. “Who do you talk to, Bonita?”

“I have several well-qualified voices in my head with whom I debate on a regular basis. I hate to sound clichéd, but it’s a little different for me.”

“Because you’re gay?”

“Among other things.” Her smile was wry.

“I hope you know that I can listen too. Almost as well as I can talk.”

Bonita cleared her throat. “I’ll keep that in mind. Back to you, though. What are you going to do about Johnny?”

“Nothing, yet. I’m going to go home and hit the reset button. He knows where to find me if he wants me.”

“Good girl.” Her lips curved in an encouraging grin.

She left Bonita in the coffee shop and headed for the back lot of Come Again where her bike was parked, calling for Chinese food as she walked. As she secured her purse in her motorcycle bag, her thoughts moved slowly. Was she a Domme, a sub or a switch? Her submissive vacation with Johnny was over, but she didn’t feel like her old self anymore.

Something had begun to change inside her the moment she had accepted his challenge, and she wasn’t able to deny it anymore. As Johnny had said, there was no strength in denial. Now she had to figure out what exactly had shifted and how she was going to move forward.

Monday afternoon, Johnny woke up with a hard-on and an empty bed. Neither was unusual for him, but feeling impatient and lonely, damn it, was downright bizarre.

Most Mondays, he woke up thinking about the bars and thought of little else until the tills were counted on Saturday night. His businesses were closed on Sunday, a day he generally used to recover from Saturday and get ready for Monday. He had never cut out early on a Saturday, nor left the counting for the next day. Other than making the bank deposit before calling Destiny yesterday afternoon, he hadn’t given the bars a thought all weekend. It was way past time to get back to work.

He rolled out of bed and headed for the shower, making a mental list. It was fetish night Upstairs tonight, so he needed to get the plastic tarps out of storage. Fetish night was usually a quieter night, but it did tend to get messy. He’d also need to set up an extra storage rack for all the special gear the members would bring with them. He stepped into the shower and turned it on full blast. The icy water cleared his head. Before he did anything else today, he needed to check in with his managers Uptown and Downtown to see what they needed from him. The bars pretty much ran themselves now, but he stayed in the loop as much as possible without being an asshole about it. As the water began to warm up, he grabbed the soap, glad the cleaning service had worked their magic yesterday morning. One less thing to worry about today.

His Uptown clientele required little other than booze from him. The Downtown crowd was a bit more intense, but Johnny had found that people into true kink had a healthy respect for rules. They didn’t give him too much trouble. Anyone who didn’t follow the house rules got one warning before they were escorted to the door, often by him but occasionally by his sharp-eyed bouncers.

It was the Upstairs club that demanded the bulk of his time. That world required serious management skills, but not because of the members’ behavior. The rule Upstairs was simple—respect your partners. He never gave anyone a key to the door unless he was absolutely certain they would follow that one simple command. After that, the members policed each other. He allowed safe sex and minimal drinking, since there was a bar downstairs, after all. Those he allowed Upstairs enjoyed the privilege and caused even less trouble than the bar crowd, but he had discovered the devil was in the details.

Over the five years Upstairs had been open, Johnny had put together a loyal and dedicated staff to help him keep things running smoothly, but he controlled the action. All of the smaller, private rooms were booked through him and constantly monitored by video. They had to be restocked and disinfected daily because his members paid a hefty yearly maintenance fee to have their dungeons kept in tip-top shape. The main playroom cycled through the nights of the week, one theme each night, culminating with the weekly Saturday night orgy. Keeping the kink running smoothly kept him busy. For that reason, he rarely joined in the fun, except to put on an occasional show. Buzz was everything, and he didn’t want his reputation to go soft. Sex had become his business.