Design for Dominance [Club Libertine 10] (Siren Publishing LoveEdge), Page 2

  Maks didn’t answer. He simply removed the cane from the Dom’s hand and then he walked around to the sub’s head and gently removed the ball gag.

  “Red, red, red!” she yelled. “I am going to beat your ass, you sorry excuse for a Dom!” She looked at Maks. “Can you please unstrap me? I don’t want him touching me again. Ever!”

  He looked over to the Dom, who was now pale and slumped against the wall. He looked truly shocked that she was so angry.

  “She didn’t enjoy that?”

  “No, you dumbass,” she spat out as Maks freed her. “Alexi told you to wait for him. What the hell were you thinking? And why did you gag me?”

  “Alexi put gags on the table. I thought that was part of the scene.”

  Maks helped the woman to stand. The rest of her was as magnificent as that ass. She was wearing a thong and nothing else. He saw her looking around and felt a stab of disappointment as she grabbed a white tank top off the counter and pulled it on. Luckily it was almost sheer and he could still enjoy the sight of her amazing tits swaying as she lit into the hapless Dom. For a sub, she was pretty kick-ass now that she was blazingly angry.

  Something else was blazing besides her temper. He knew that once she paused, she’d realize that her ass was on fire. He reached into the cupboard and retrieved a tube of cooling cream from the shelf. Club Libertine always kept each of the play areas well stocked. He grabbed a water from the refrigerator under the counter. She’d be thirsty, too.

  He looked back at the cowering Dom who was still trying to justify his actions. “But Alexi put out all of those implements.”

  “The ones on the left were for this session, you idiot. Weren’t you paying any attention to what he was saying? The ones on the right he was going to demonstrate on me, but they weren’t for a novice to use. And why the hell did you gag me without giving me a way to safeword?”

  “What? I mean, the gags…I’ve seen other couples using them. Besides, she’s wearing my collar. She has to do what I want.”

  “It’s not your collar. It’s Alexi’s play collar!” She reached up and unbuckled it. “And maybe under normal circumstances I might even enjoy being gagged, but not without working out a way in advance to safeword if there was a problem, you idiot!” She threw the collar at him and watched as it bounced off his chest and landed on the ground.

  The Dom was sagging against the wall now, the extent of his fuckup clear. Maks saw the tears well up in his eyes as he realized just how badly he’d messed up. Maks realized that it was time for him to intervene again. Damn, he hated getting involved in other people’s dramas. He handed the water to the sub.

  “You, subbie, drink this and then lean over the bench and I’ll rub some cream on your ass. It must feel like it’s on fire.” He saw her start to protest and then he saw the realization of just how much her ass hurt register. While she’d been yelling at the Dom, her anger had overridden the pain, but now it was registering and she was hurting.

  “You, trainee. You need to leave now and think about just how bad things could have been if I hadn’t intervened. Then you will, I’m guessing, have to retake the full beginners program and be on probation for six months if you ever hope to be allowed to return. During that time, you will not be allowed to play without supervision or in a private room. Understand?”

  “I understand.” He stepped forward tentatively toward the sub. “Angel, I am so sorry! Next time…” When she just glared at him and moved over to lie over the bench again, he turned to Maks. “And I’m sorry. Thanks you so much for stepping in. I’m Gordon and…”

  “Just go.” This time, Maks used his most severe Dom voice. Gordon went.

  Chapter Two

  Alexi looked at his watch as he hurried back to Angel and Gordon. It had taken almost twenty minutes to deal with the crisis. Some idiot had decided to attach his sub to a St. Andrew’s Cross in the upside-down position and he’d ended up dropping her. Luckily she hadn’t landed on her head, but she’d probably sprained her wrist. They were now on their way to the emergency room. He hoped that Gordon and Angel hadn’t gotten bored and left. He was looking forward to playing with Angel after the training session. It had been too damned long. She was the most compatible sub he’d ever played with and he missed spanking that beautiful ass of hers.

  As he got closer to station fourteen, he realized that the man massaging the sub’s ass definitely wasn’t Gordon. He could see a lot of flowing red hair, so the sub leaning over the bench definitely was Angel. But who was the Dom? He frowned. Oh my god. He should have recognized him sooner, but it was the last person he’d ever have expected to see. That was his brother Maks rubbing her ass oh so softly! Why was Maks with Angel? What had happened to Gordon? And why the hell was his brother being so gentle? That wasn’t something he generally associated with his Alpha Dom brother, not when he had a sub strapped down on a piece of equipment and at his mercy.

  He got closer and saw Angel’s ass and looked at her beautiful ass and gasped with shock. It was criss-crossed with angry red marks. No wonder Maks was being so careful.

  “What the hell happened?”

  “What happened, little brother, was that your trainee used the knotted flogger on your sub’s unprepared ass.” His brother’s Russian accent was stronger than usual, meaning he was feeling emotional. “Look at the damage he did. Why did you leave your sub alone with that young idiot! If I hadn’t arrived…”

  “She’s not my sub. She’s my play partner, and in this case, my training partner.” He ran a hand through his hair. “The knotted flogger? Oh, god, Angel. I am so sorry.”

  “Easy for you to say,” came the disgruntled reply. “Sir, please don’t stop.”

  Alexi watched as Maks squirted some more cream and went back to massaging it in. “Why didn’t you code sooner, before he did this much damage?”

  “I didn’t code because he gagged me,” came the muffled reply followed by a groan of pleasure.

  “Gagged? But those were for discussion after the scene, not for the scene and not for Gordon to use!”

  “You left before you explained any of that to him. He thought all the implements were for use on me.” Then she moaned as Maks moved up her back, his strong hands massaging her tense muscles. Alexi realized that there were also a few red marks on her shoulders. She moaned again and Alexi felt a stab of…annoyance? Yes, annoyance. That’s what he was feeling. It should be him making Angel feel good, not this brother. Besides, he had to make up to her for what happened.

  He stepped forward and realized there was something underfoot. Reaching down, he saw it was the play collar he’d placed around her neck. She’d taken it off. She never removed it. He always did at the end of after care. He felt…hurt. No, that was silly. He stuffed it into his pocket and turned to his brother.

  “Maks, you can go now. I’ll finish her up.”

  “No, I’ll do it. You apologize some more to Angel. I stopped Gordon just as he was about to cane her.”

  Alexi felt the blood drain out of his face. He moved to Angel’s head and dropped to his knees so she could see him. He could see the sleepiness and pleasure in her eyes as his brother worked on her.

  “I am so sorry, Angel. He was supposed to wait for my return. I’ll see he’s kicked out of the club. He’ll never hurt you again, I promise.”

  “Don’t worry about him, Alexi. Maks took care of him.”

  “Then let me take care of you. Maks, I’ve got her.”

  “No, Alexi. Let him finish. His hands are magic. I am so close to coming…” Her voice trailed off and her eyes closed. Then she moaned again.

  Alexi looked over at his brother. Maks raised an eyebrow in inquiry. Alexi hated that his brother could do that. He nodded. All of his scenes with Angel ended with orgasms, usually for them both. He realized that his cock was hard and throbbing in his pants. His brother was hard, too. He could see the bulge in the front of his leather pants, but he didn’t remove them. Maks wouldn’t. He hadn’t negotiated sex w
ith Angel and he’d never overstep limits. Instead, he continued to massage her back with one hand while the other moved between her legs, careful to stay on the outside of her thong.

  Alexi watched as his brother rubbed Angel’s clit through the fabric. It didn’t take much until her body tensed and she let out a cry as she came. She wasn’t restrained, he realized as she straightened and Maks’s left arm went around her, pressing her body against his as he continued to apply pressure to her clit with his right hand. Alexi watched her writhe against his brother until she let out one mighty yell of satisfaction, and then she went limp and collapsed back into his arms.

  * * * *

  Eve wasn’t sure how much time passed. She knew that Alexi had shown up and that her saviour was Maks, Alexi’s even hotter older brother. She’d seen Maks around the club a few times but never met him and certainly had never played with him before. Considering the way he’d made her come just with his hands, she’d love to have a full play session with him.

  Even better would be a play session with the both of them. She let her mind drift as she imagined what it would be like to play with both the Andreivich brothers, preferably at the same time, although she’d also be willing to take them on one at a time. She sighed and tried to roll over. That’s when she realized just where she was. Her head was being cradled by Maks’s strong thighs and her legs were draped across Alexi’s lap.

  After a magnificent orgasm, she knew that she’d been wrapped in a blanket and settled onto the lap of Maks while Alexi had cleaned the play station up. She’d been so tired. She had been wrapped in a blanket, cuddled close, and presumably fallen asleep.

  She yawned and started to stretch. She felt herself being shifted by a pair of strong arms so that she was now sitting on Maks’s lap. His strong arms were around her waist, his chin on her head. She could feel his strong thighs beneath her and feel the rumble in his chest as he spoke.

  She tried to clear her foggy mind so she could form an answer, but then she heard another voice and then another and realized that they weren’t alone. She opened her eyes. She was in a room she’d never seen before. There was a large table with a model of a building taking up most of the space. There were two other building models on the floor. The one on the table was a very large, low building, maybe four or five stories tall. She needed to get closer to be sure. Sitting around the table were Maks, Mac Whelan, owner of the club and of Whelan Corp, which owned the building they were in, Sean O’Malley, his number two, and a half dozen other club Doms. A man she didn’t recognize was walking around the model, discussing his ideas for a new and improved Club Libertine in this new building.

  Eve sat up and tried to get a better look. Frowning, she looked at the model. It looked familiar. And then she noticed the name of the streets on the model.

  “Hey, I know that area. That’s the old Hartsock building,” she whispered into Maks’s ear.

  “Yes, it is.” Mac Whelan’s tone was amused. She must have been louder than she’d thought. “Gentlemen, I think your sub is back with us now.”

  “She is indeed,” Maks confirmed. “Alexi, maybe you can take Angel to the dressing room and have one of the subs take her home.”

  “I was going to take her home, Maks. I always do after a play session. Angel, can you rest there until I’m ready?”

  “No need to kick her out, gentlemen. I’d like to get the perspective of sub who hasn’t been involved in the project until now. Angel, what do you think?”

  Eve looked around. Doms were, well, dominant, and weren’t generally known for asking sub’s opinions at the club, but apparently when building a new club, their opinions were valued. She eased out of Maks’s lap and let the blanket drop.

  A blast of air conditioning reminded her that she was wearing only a thong and a sheer tank top while they were all fully dressed. She felt herself coloring and reaching for the blanket.

  “I’ll hold this for you, Angel.” Maks’s voice held an undercurrent of laugher. She looked at him and saw the challenge in his eye. Fine. She handed him the blanket and walked around the model as all eyes for the seven Doms and two Dommes followed her.

  It truly was a magnificent building that had been designed and she said as much. “Too bad it will look ridiculous in that location.”

  There were a few sharp intakes of breath and even more chuckles.

  “Can you please explain, Angel, is it?” asked Mac.

  “It’s Evangeline, actually. When I’m playing, I go by Angel, and in real life at work or with friends, I’m Eve.” She knew she was babbling, but she couldn’t seem to help herself. She looked at Mac, who smiled kindly.

  “Well then, Eve. Please continue.”

  “Well, do you know the neighbourhood? Did the person who designed this look around at the architecture and the area? Few buildings are over two stories, including the current Hartsock building. And it looks like your architect wants to get rid of the original façade. I know it’s not technically designated historic, but the façade is a wonderful example of Art Deco and is unique. It had character. And it could easily be incorporated into whatever it is you want to build.”

  “Anything else?”

  “Yes. The retail.”

  “You don’t like the retail?” She could hear the frown in Maks’s voice.

  “Oh, I think retail is a great idea. However, this is a family neighbourhood by day. The retail has to be family friendly, or at least the part that faces the street. And at either end of the building…well, currently there’s a restaurant at the south end. Why not keep it and rename it to Chez Libertine? The main floor can have a vanilla version suitable for families. For people who want a little titillation, there can be an adults-only themed restaurant on the second floor. There can be a kink-friendly section on the third floor where nudity and submission would be acceptable and public.

  “The north end of the building is a bit narrower because of the way Hartsock Avenue curves toward the park. At that end, you could have a health club on two levels.”

  She was getting excited now. “Then you could have retail on the first level on the east and west sides and the security and management office would be inside with the club on the second level. Then, ring the outer walls with private play rooms on the second floor. And what about a large open area for the club itself, maybe even open things up so that portions of the main play area has a high airy ceiling? It wouldn’t be a full third floor. Just a raised ceiling in the center third of the building. Then on the rest of the roof, you could add an outdoor patio on the roof with hot tubs or something.”

  She stopped and looked around. “Um, I mean, that’s what I’d do. Of course, I’m sure you have your own plans for the space that are pretty awesome.”

  She turned and looked at Maks and Alexi. Maks was, once again, the cool remote Dom she’d previously seen around the club while Alexi smiled at her approvingly. She walked over and stood beside him. One long arm came out and circled her waist. She wanted to bury her flaming cheek in his chest and hide. What had she been thinking?

  “Well, well, well.” Mac Whelan’s voice was amused. She peeked up and saw him smiling at her. “That was most interesting. Eve, did you come up with this off the cuff or is it something you’ve been thinking about for a while?”

  “Well, there’s been rumors for a while that the club would be moving and expanding, so yes, what I’d like to see has been on my mind. And I live near the Hartsock building. When I saw it for sale, I thought it would be perfect for the club. I didn’t realize you were already looking at it.”

  “It’s one of three sites we were considering, Eve. While you were sleeping, we dismissed the other two options. We were just starting to discuss the possibilities of the Hartsock building, but I think you may have just sold us on it. Gentlemen?”

  Eve looked around the room and saw them all nod.

  “I guess we have our decision. Maks, Alexi, I know that what you showed me was just some preliminary ideas for the three location
to show us what’s possible. I’d like you to incorporate some of the ideas Eve just tossed out. I know they are off the cuff and might not all work, but I think she’s given us some good ideas. And Eve, I have to ask you not to discuss this with anyone. Until the sale is final, I don’t want any information leaking out that could drive the price up.”

  “My lips are sealed.”

  Mac nodded and then he frowned. “Eve, are you a designer or maybe an architect?”

  “Well, I’d like to be a full-time artist, but my day job is as an accountant. I actually work for you, Mr. Whelan, in your property finance group.”

  Mac laughed. “I knew you looked familiar. How long do you think it will take them to find a replacement?”

  “You’re firing me, Sir?”

  “No, just lending you to the Engineering and Architecture firm of Andreivich & Andreivich. I’d like you to be a part of the team that designs the new Club Libertine.”

  “Oh my god, that would be a dream job, but Sir, I have no experience.”

  “I know. But you say you are an artist, and I’ve already had a taste of your creativity. I’m sure Maks and Alexi can make use of your talents. Gentlemen.”

  “I know our head designer Irina will be thrilled to have her on the team.”

  “Liar, liar, pants on fire,” Alexi whispered in her ear. “Irina hates all beautiful women, especially if my brother is interested in them.”

  Eve tried to pull away from Alexi but he just held her tighter. She looked down at him and he looked up and grinned wickedly at her.

  “And, of course, Mac.” Alexi pitched his voice so all could hear. “If Irina doesn’t want Eva’s help, I would love to have her working under me.”

  Eve looked over at Maks. His expression was neutral but she got the impression that he wasn’t happy about having her at his firm.

  “Oh, no. It’s okay. I don’t want to be a bother or cause any problems.”

  Alexi grinned. “Don’t worry, Maks. I’ll make sure she doesn’t get out of line. In fact, I have a tight grip on the problem.” His hand slid lower to grip her tender ass cheek and squeeze it gently. “A very tight grip.”