But tonight, Domi wasn’t feeling sexy at all, even though she was wearing one of her sexiest outfits.
Normally, when she went to Stronghold or Marquis, it was like shedding her mom persona and letting her inner self be free. Today, she felt like she was trapped in her own skin. Her corset felt too tight, her boobs and legs too exposed, and instead of giving her confidence, she wanted to go back home, put on comfy pajamas, and watch a bad shark movie.
“You are not going to sit in the house and wallow about what a bad mom you are… because you’re not,” Rae scolded her, taking Domi by the hand and pulling her toward the Lounge. “We are going to hang out at Stronghold. We’re going to find you a nice Dom to scene with. And you are going to get some much-needed stress relief.”
That did sound good… except Domi didn’t want a nice Dom. She wanted a mean, sadistic Dom who would torment her until she was screaming and crying, then pleasure her until she was screaming and crying some more. After, he’d hold and cuddle her, then say something stupid or goofy to make her laugh.
Basically, she wanted Mitch.
Bad Domi.
Yeah, yeah, she knew. But the heart wanted what the heart wanted—so did her vagina.
Which was why this was a bad idea.
Rae wasn’t wrong about what Domi needed. She could really use a scene.
As if Murphy’s Law had summoned him, Master Mitch stepped in front of her and Rae, grinding them to an immediate halt. Tall, wearing nothing but black leather pants and a black vest that made his hair look even blonder and his eyes even bluer, and so damn delicious it was freaking unfair. Completely different from how he’d looked in scrubs but just as in charge and far sexier.
Mitch
He didn’t know why he’d come back to Stronghold tonight. Last night hadn’t exactly been great, and none of his friends were coming in tonight. He was just standing alone at the bar. Last night, he’d spent the entire evening missing Domi and wondering what he was doing there, even when his friends had been there to distract him, and tonight was no better. Being here was like being close to her, and he needed to figure out how to tell her he’d changed his mind about what he wanted. Why should she believe him?
Hell, Kate had gotten engaged to Master Andrew, Stronghold’s biggest manwhore, yet she was the one who didn’t believe in magic pussy. How was he supposed to convince Domi?
Especially since he hadn’t thought Domi wanted a relationship in the first place.
Except now she did.
Wait, does that mean I have a magic penis?
Before he could explore that thought, his eyes were drawn across the bar to the main entrance to the club, where Rae was pulling a reluctant Domi along. Domi looked amazing, of course. A black leather corset made the most of her slim figure, pushing her breasts up and giving her more exaggerated curves. He liked her the way she was, but Mitch knew it paid to appreciate the effort a woman put into her appearance. The short skirt she was wearing made her legs look longer than usual, especially when paired with her high-heel ankle boots.
Mitch had a sudden vision of Domi on her back, wearing nothing but the boots… and being fucked by someone else.
That’s what was going to happen. She and Rae were headed for the Lounge, and there was no way Domi would remain unattached once it was clear she was available. Which meant he had to talk to her now or risk someone else sweeping her away. What if she decided she liked someone else better than she liked Mitch?
He was up and moving before he realized it, his body reacting faster than his mind.
It wasn’t until he stepped in front of her, cutting off her path to the Lounge, he realized he still had no idea what to say to her, no clue how to explain himself and what he wanted.
“Domi.” There. Greeting done. Good job, brain.
“Master Mitch.” The expression on her face was uncertain. Rae’s was much clearer—she was not happy with him.
“Master Mitch. Please excuse us, we’re headed to the Lounge.” She tugged at Domi’s arm as though she was going to pull Domi around him.
“Can I talk to you for a minute?” he asked Domi, deciding to ignore Rae. If Domi wanted to talk to him, she wasn’t going to let Rae stop her. If Domi decided not to talk to him… well, then he’d work on sucking up to Rae.
Thankfully, Domi only hesitated a moment.
“Sure.”
Rae let out an exasperated sigh but let go of Domi’s arm.
“Thank you, Rae,” Mitch said, giving her his most charming smile. She didn’t want to smile back, he could tell, pressing her lips together hard, although that didn’t stop her from giving him a warning look. Rae didn’t need to say a word, Mitch knew exactly what that look meant—hurt my bestie, and I’ll kick your ass. He absolutely believed she would, too.
Taking Domi’s hand, he pulled her toward the wall on the opposite side of the room from the bar, near the doors to the locker rooms. Rae settled down in the Lounge, in a chair facing where he and Domi were standing, watching them, even though she wouldn’t be able to hear what they were saying.
Once they were standing in place, Domi pulled her hand back, crossing her arms over her chest in a protective stance.
“So, what’s up?” Her chin lifted slightly. Such an aggressive little pixie.
Mitch had to stifle the urge to tug one of her curls—he didn’t think she’d appreciate it right now.
“I…” He cleared his throat and gathered his courage. “I want to see you. Outside of Stronghold.
