“It’s about control and power. Not all men are like Ray. Noah isn’t like that. Neither is Wez. He held me in his arms then followed me home. But he left and I don’t think he wants to have anything to do with me now.”
“But why? He cares about you!”
“Kat, Wez was sleeping with my mother.”
“What? No way!” Kat’s eyes went wide.
“Now I understand why he was so abrasive toward me in the beginning. Wez saw that photo of my mother and me over there on the table the night he drove me home from the clubhouse. When he told me about the two of them, I just reacted and slapped him hard. But then he surprised me by kissing me...and then he left.”
Kat smiled. “So? How was it?”
“How was what?”
“The kiss, silly!”
I giggled. “It was nice. No. It was amazing! His kiss made my toes curl.”
We both started laughing.
“I went over to see my mother before I called you. She was at a pool party with her rich girlfriends. When I confronted her about Ray and Wez, she slapped me right in front of all of those stuck up bitches.”
“Oh my God Lillian!”
“That’s okay. I said what I needed to say. Then I pushed her into the pool.”
Kat started laughing again and gave me a high five. “I wish I’d been there to see that!”
CHAPTER 9WEZ
I was a miserable fuck ever since I walked out of Lillian’s house three days ago. I couldn’t get her out of my mind. I was obsessed with her. I wanted to call her, but Kat told me to give her time to let everything sink in. But I knew she hated me. How could she not? I had banged her mother, for fuck’s sake.
On the third day, I blew up at Seth when he messed up some tattoo appointments for the following week. I cussed him out, acting like a big dickwad. He sat in a chair in front of the computer, typing on the keyboard.
I walked over, slapping him on the shoulder. “Sorry, man. I’m being an asshole today. You’ve been a great help here at Mad Ink.”
Seth clicked the mouse and spun the chair around. “No probs. It’s fixed, boss.”
When I closed my shop that night, I didn’t feel like going home or hanging out with any of my brothers at the clubhouse. I wasn’t in the mood to play, but the Underground was the only other place I liked to go, even if it was to sit and have a beer. I twisted the throttle on my bike, enjoying the rush of warm air pushing against me. I remembered how good Lillian’s hands felt wrapped around me and how her soft tits were crushed against my back that day she rode with me.
I parked the bike, climbed off and entered the Underground, walking straight to the bar. I sat down on a stool and the cute redheaded bartender named Amanda served me a frosty mug of beer. It was a weeknight and only a handful of people gathered in a group to organize the upcoming weekend’s event called Dungeon Demo night. It was held at the Underground once a month and opened to the public. Stations were set up inside the club with instructors and people knowledgeable in the BDSM lifestyle to demonstrate different kinds of impact play using floggers, whips, canes, and paddles. There were also stations set up to demonstrate bondage with various kinds of rope.
I spotted Emily with the group of organizers. She walked up behind me and wrapped her arms over my shoulders. “Hello there, my king,” she whispered next to my ear.
I swiveled around on the barstool and pulled her in for a hug. I leaned back, settling my hands on her hips. “You don’t need to call me King out here. Only when we play. Got it, darlin’?”
“I got it, Wez,” she replied, scratching my beard. “You look like a lion in a cage, needing to break out. I’m a good listener, if you want to vent.”
I patted the stool next to me. “Hop on up here and have a drink with me.”
Amanda served Emily a martini while I told her the whole fucked-up situation with Lillian and her crazy mother, Denise.
“Denise? Is she that woman who vandalized your truck that night here at the club?”
I clinked my beer mug against her martini glass “Yeppers, that’s the one.”
“Oh, boy, what a mess. But you really like Lillian, don’t you?”
“Not at first. But then I got to know her and she’s all I ever think about. My friend Kat is Lillian’s stepsister. She told me to give Lillian time, give her some space.”
“I’m sure she’ll come around.”
“But I won’t be there when she does.”
Emily shook her head. “Because the worse thing she can say is to fuck off, and that’s what you don’t want to hear. It’s your worst fear.”
I almost spit out my beer but swallowed it down. “My worst fear? The fuck you mean by that, Emily?”
She rolled her eyes. “Come on, Wez. Even Alpha Doms like you have insecurities. You’re afraid of rejection. You’re afraid Lillian won’t like who you really are, your true self. That’s why you kissed her and left.”
“We’re complete opposites. We have nothing in common.”
“How do you even know that? Sounds like you two clashed from the moment you met. Plus, add in the fact that you were banging her mother. If she comes around, then ask her out on a date. Be patient. Learn more about her and show her the hell of a good man that you are, Wez.”
I leaned over, kissing Emily on the cheek. “The Dom who captures and makes you his most cherished submissive is going be a very lucky man.”
Emily blushed and her eyes lit up, and it wasn’t from my kiss. “I’ve actually met someone. He’s been in the lifestyle for twenty years. His name is Jack
