Chapter 110: Krispin
Sleeping butterflies and daisies in your hair,
Playing with the frogs while flying through the air.
Sleep will come and go, with stars for Abigail,
Hush the sweet sounds of wind beneath your sails,
It's time to count the sheep jumping here and there,
Hush my sweet and beautiful Abigail.
The final cord drifted away and my precious, drooling fan was fast asleep.
"That was beautiful. Not to mention a miracle! She never falls asleep without a fight." Lydia held her nine-month old bundle of joy, continuing to sway her arms back and forth. Abigail's short red curls sprang out from her head in delightful disarray.
"I bore young children to sleep. It's a special gift."
"She already loves you, and to think she now has her very own song written by Krispin Righteous."
I laughed softly so I wouldn't wake up the pocket-sized hellion princess. "By the time she's old enough to realize I'm famous, I'll be walking with a cane."
"Who cares, as long as I can buy your time each night for the next few years."
"I'll record Abigail's song at my next session and send you the digital file."
Damian walked over and removed the sleeping child from her mother's arms, speaking softly.
"That's enough, Kris. I told you my wife would drool and I can put up with that, but making her panties wet is crossing one of my hard limits."
Shocked, I watched as Lydia placed a not-so-soft swat against her husband's ass when he turned to walk away with Abigail.
She turned back and focused her twinkling blue eyes on me.
I fell in love all over again.
"Does your husband let you play with others?" I said it jokingly but if she could play, I would plan on having one hell of a night.
"Yes, actually I do play with others but unfortunately you're not my type."
I grabbed my chest theatrically. "My wounded heart has fallen into the pit of despair."
"Your bullshit knows no bounds." She was no fool.
I added more of a seductive timbre to my voice. "That, too. So tell me about your type."
"I don't think so. A woman must have secrets or mean doms win every time."
This time my heart did clench but I lightened my tone, "I was a mean dom but I need a sub like you to keep me in line."
"I'm sure Damian will find you the perfect sub or two. He's quite good at matchmaking."
Damian's grin flashed at his wife as he walked back into the room.
"I'm only a matchmaker by default." His voice changed and hard eyes turned my way. "You're not trying to pick up my wife, are you?"
"I would, if I thought it was possible. She put me in my place but I think I'm ready to try my hand with a nice sweet sub. Could you suggest one without red hair?"
"You're a smart man. Red hair brings absolute chaos."
"That's enough from both of you. I'm going to call Raul over for a shift with Redhead Junior and then I'll change for the club. I'll meet you in about thirty minutes, if that'll work?"
Damian winked at his wife and then turned to me.
"We're being dismissed but it'll give us a chance to talk over the merits of club subs without my wife peeking over my shoulder. Let's go."
"Do you mind if I leave my guitar here?"
"Be my guest. I'll have it delivered to your room in the morning."
Damian's private elevator took us down a few flights. His home was the penthouse. I barely remembered my last elevator trip to the club because I was completely fucked up on coke and Jose Cuervo.
I shook the bad memories away, thankful to my friend for not giving up on me. I cared little what most people thought of me, but Damian's opinion mattered. I kept the crinkled, well-read letter he sent when I was in rehab as a reminder.
"You'll do fine. Take tonight slow."
My nervousness melted when the door opened into Damian's office. I could already smell leather and sex. It pulled me in and felt like home.
Damian crossed the room, and opened another door on the far wall. I followed him out to the floor of Club El Diablo. I might be a dominant, but him, I would follow.
The club was unexpectedly crowded.
"Hmm, word got out that you were here. Sorry. Let me know if you have any overzealous fans. It shouldn't be a problem but I'll readjust some memberships if it is."
"I'll be fine. It's nothing I'm not used to."
"I know that, but I wanted you to take your time and mesh properly with the right sub."
"I don't want to marry her, Damian."
"Yes, but I want you to start developing mental relationships, even if it's only for one night. Lydia taught me that and my D/s interactions have improved for the better because of it."
"I'm surprised she's not your only sub. I have trouble picturing her sharing."
His devil's grin flashed wide. "You have no idea."
I had a comeback but the words stopped in my throat as a woman caught my eye.
Gorgeous didn't even begin to express how beautiful she was. Apparently, she worked for the club, because she wore the black bowtie of club employees. But she also wore a one inch leather collar with a small lock at her throat. Damn, she was taken.
I couldn't take my eyes from her. Even from here I could see her flawless skin and long legs, just made to wrap around a man's hips. Her tits were more than perfect and I could already feel them resting in my hands. God, to separate those ass cheeks and sink inside. I would be a lucky man if her dom let her play. If she was mine, I'd have trouble coming out from between her thighs from sunup to sundown.
Her long, brown hair shifted over her shoulders in waves of soft curls. When she looked up, her eyes were an impossible shade of emerald.
She met my eyes; longing, and what appeared to be lust, peered back at me. Completely captivated, my balls tightened with delightful pain. She quickly turned away but the one glance was all I needed. I had to have her.
The lack of teasing in Damian's voice surprised me.
"She's not for you and you don't even want the Domme baggage that comes with her."
Damian had tracked my gaze and he could probably see the intense possessive look I threw her way. His words finally registered and my heart sank. "She's gay?"
"For you, she is. Seriously, you don't want to go there. Her Domme will kick your ass."
"What about a short play session? I'll give her back."
"No."
I don't think I'd ever heard Damian put that much force in one word and my eyes snapped to his. I raised my hands, palms out. "Okay, I can live with it but please introduce me to another shapely brunette so I can fantasize about this one."
Damian laughed and the tension defused. "That I can do. Let's check out the stations."
Again, I followed him, but my eyes strayed to the woman smiling at a couple and taking their drink order. Her sensuous lips trembled slightly and I suddenly felt very thirsty.
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