Chapter 111: Angela
His presence filled the room. It was similar to Damian's but somehow the smoldering electrical current was just...more. I followed every sexy inch of his body when he crossed the room and stopped about fifteen feet away. TROUBLE! He was the epitome of what I needed to avoid.
I knew this had to be Krispin Righteous, and I knew righteous trouble awaited me if I got within arms distance. My heartbeat picked up and for a moment I squeezed my eyes closed and counted to ten. Then, I purposely concentrated on my job and refused to look. He was THE bad boy personified and the type who took me to my lowest level. I'd been here before and if I fell into the cavernous pit with him I would never manage to find my way out. Been there, done that, have the t-shirt, and turned it into a rag to wipe my broken heart off the floor again and again. Now the shirt was nothing more than stringy fibers. I turned my thoughts to Mistress and even without her presence, she calmed me. I pulled in a deep breath and without realizing it, looked over.
Our eyes met. His went dark and my knees went weak. He was every bad boy rolled into one. Fuck.
I tore my gaze away. "What can I get you to drink?"
I would finish my shift and then stay far, far away from the club until Mr. Righteous was only a fading memory.
I took the order to Kevin and refused to look into the giant mirror behind the bar while he made the drinks. I focused on the carousel while it turned. The up and down motion of the horses, unicorns, and brightly painted circus animals soothed my nerves even more.
With drinks in hand, I turned and saw Lydia heading my way.
She was always beautiful, but tonight her red hair was loose and splendid. Her black boots ended just below her knees and black leather hot pants showed off her shapely hips and lengthy legs. Her corset was red leather with black laces holding it together on either side, showing large amounts of porcelain skin. A gloved hand with finger holes reached my shoulder and her soft fingers kneaded my tense muscles.
"What's upset you?"
Her voice was soft, steady, but filled with a promise to beat the living shit out of anyone who dared to cause me, her sub, distress. I loved her even more at that moment. I couldn't lie.
"It's the club's famous visitor." I didn't say more.
"What did he do?" Now she knew who she needed to beat the shit out of and her eyes scanned the room looking for her target.
"He did nothing... well," I hesitated and then blurted, "He entered the room."
Her startled blue eyes turned back to me and I lowered my head. Her fingers lifted my chin and I could see her sympathetic smile.
"He has that effect. He sang a lullaby to Abigail tonight and I was putty in his hands. Not good for me, but devastating for you. I think it would be best if I introduced the two of you and you got the awkwardness over with."
My entire body locked up and my head dropped again. "No, Mistress, please. He's exactly what I don't need and I prefer to stay away."
"He could be here for a while and it's impossible for you to avoid him forever. He's a good friend of Damian's."
"I'll finish this shift and then stay away until he leaves."
"Angela, look at me." Her strict Domme voice was not gentle. "Take the drinks to your customers and then walk back over to me."
I obeyed. I knew she wasn't angry with me, but I sensed her disappointment. I belonged to her and it was her responsibility to see I was safe and comfortable at the club. It's why she collared me.
I delivered the drinks and walked back to her side. She was saying a few words to Kevin but the conversation stopped when I reached her.
Her long fingers came up and unwrapped the bowtie from my throat. She laid it on the bar and then began unbuttoning my shirt and helped me shimmy out of the sleeves. I stood before her in my collar, short skirt, and bra.
"You will attend me tonight."
I didn't even know I was holding my breath, but I expelled the air from my lungs in a rush. I could feel her calm strength wash over me. I was not alone and Mistress would make sure I was cared for.
"Step out of your shoes and follow me."
I carried the shoes behind the bar and stowed them underneath. Then I followed her, always a proper step behind, as she crossed the room to the carousel. From the corner of my eye, I saw her nod at the operator, and the twirling monstrosity slowly halted. I hadn't noticed the black cloth wound around her wrist until she unfurled it and placed it over my eyes.
"You will stay where I place you until I'm ready. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
This was to be my punishment for doubting her care of me. It was exactly what I needed.
She guided me up onto the platform, then led me to what I knew was my favorite pony, the shiny black one with pink bows in his mane and tail; this was where she always put me. She didn't secure my hands to the pole but pressed my fingers into the cold metal. She leaned into me, and her breath was warm against my ear.
"You are stronger than you know."
I didn't answer, too intent on holding back tears. She always had faith in me. She knew my deepest darkest secrets and still loved me. I would be strong for her.
The gentle grind of the gears picked up and the soothing twirl loosened my tight muscles. The ride gave me peace, just like she knew it would.
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