Chapter 27: Lydia
Damian's mother is everything he promised and more. She's asked me to call her Mom or Dixy. The only similarities in the two are their matching dimples. She's wearing a loose flowing gauzy dress similar to the ones I prefer when I'm not in the club. She's plump in a soft hugs kind of way and she immediately puts me at ease.
She reaches up and pinches Damian's cheek after the introductions. "My boy here is smitten with you and thought he would need my help convincing you that he's a good catch." Damian groans and rolls his eyes. "None of that, young man. I'm about to point out that you have your faults but any woman would be crazy to turn down the opportunity to train you," she says with a little added steel in her voice that makes me smile.
I give a nervous laugh because she clearly has Damian's stubbornness. "I'm sorry for not changing before meeting you. Your son seemed to think he was on a schedule."
She takes my hands in hers and looks me up and down before commenting. "You're lovely, dear. I care more about the woman on the inside, though. Once we're acquainted, you'll be even more beautiful to me." Her grin widens and she gives Damian another pointed look before leaning in and kissing my cheek. She may be bossy with Damian but there's no doubt she loves him. She's the perfect mother of the devil because she doesn't take his crap.
"Sit down with me. You and I have much to discuss." We sit in the living room and she immediately continues. "I fear I'm getting frail with age and the only answer is grandchildren. They say babies increase life expectancy in the elderly and I could really use some help."
"Mother," Damian drags out the word.
"Hush. Lydia has a right to know that I want grandchildren and I won't be quiet about it."
Damian shakes his head and gives me a wink. "Don't listen to her, she can outwalk a migrating buffalo."
"See what I put up with?" Dixy adds with her own eye roll. Damian doesn't stop her from her mission, though. "How many children do you want and how soon do you plan on working on the first one?"
I snap my jaw closed when I realize it's hanging open. "Damian and I haven't discussed children." Or for that matter marriage, but I don't say that out loud. "Not that I mind them," I tell her quickly.
"Good, good. I expect the two of you to discuss this shortly so I have some answers. I can be patient to a point. I also expect you to show me around Damian's club. He's been averse to giving me a tour and I've asked for years. If I knew the damn private code, I would go myself." She doesn't give me a chance to answer. "Tell me something about yourself, Lydia. My son was stingy on details."
I stumble a bit with a short biography. Her questions dig out more information. I like her directness, and the fact that she puts Damian in his place is a bonus.
An hour later she abruptly turns to her son. "Take her to bed and celebrate life. I'm tired and need my beauty sleep." She turns back to me and there's no way I can hide my pink cheeks. "We'll go shopping tomorrow and enjoy private girl time. I have so many stories to tell you about this rascal." She smiles at Damian, stands, and literally shoos us from the room to go have sex. I might sink to the floor directly below Damian's penthouse.
Did I mention how perfect she is?
I'm sure it's for his mother's benefit when Damian scoops me up and carries me off. I wave goodbye to Dixy over his shoulder and receive her biggest grin yet. I'm relieved when we bypass the dungeon and he takes me to his bedroom. The dungeon would be more than I can handle after my first meeting with Dixy. I have no doubt she would be delighted to see us enter the dark delights of Damian's private dungeon, though. I doubt much shocks her.
Damian places me on my feet at the foot of his bed. "What would you like, sweet Lydia?"
I circle my hands around his neck. "I want you."
"Good answer," he replies huskily. "Your call. Are you up for a little vanilla or do you want me tied to the bed? I'm all yours."
A thrill shoots straight to my pussy at the thought of tying Damian to the bed. I know him, though. "You really don't want me tying you up, do you?"
His eyes stay on mine. "No, but I trust you. If it turns you on, I'm willing to meet you halfway."
It's time to share my biggest secret. I'm nervous but hold his gaze. "I'm a Domme. I'm not a switch or sub to be controlled in or out of your club." The next part is so hard but I go for broke. "What I am is submissive in the bedroom to the right man. I just need to know you'll respect me in my dominant role too." I need him to say it so bad. I must know if he can honor this part of me.
His eyes burn into mine for the longest moment. Suddenly, he reaches up and grabs a fistful of my hair, jerking my head back and taking my lips in one dominant move. His tongue invades and within thirty seconds I'm left gasping for air when the kiss ends. "What turns you on, Lydia? Not the shit in your paperwork or the rules we went over the other night. I want to know everything and I promise to give it to you. What we have in here is private. I will respect you as a Domme and I know I haven't done it as fully as I should have. You turned my world upside down the first night we met. I've been walking on uneven ground since. I might need a reminder every so often, but I know you're capable of giving it to me." His dimples show and my heart flutters.
I won't deny myself any longer. Damian deserves the truth. "I want you as my Dom in the bedroom and everything that goes with it. Master me, drive me crazy, and love me without limits."
He growls deep in his throat and reaches forward to unbuckle my corset. When the last clip snaps open, he tosses the material aside and removes the remainder of my clothes. "Knees," he says in his dominant voice that makes my legs go weak. I drop to my knees and gaze up. My entire body shivers in anticipation of what's to come. He walks to his walk-in closet and disappears. A minute later he comes out with several neckties in his hands. "On the middle of the bed. Ass up."
Damian knows what he's doing and I also trust him to know what I need. Watching him work with subs has opened my eyes to the dominance that leaks from his pores. I've also seen his tender caring side. I have no doubt he cares about the people in his club. I also know he cares about me. I see the question on his face when I don't immediately get on the bed.
"What will you do if I disobey?" I ask coyly.
Fire sizzles in his gaze. "I have a nice large butt plug for naughty subs. We also need to discuss the fact that I won the last bet and you owe me."
"You didn't win that bet, I had..." I count in my head quickly and it dawns on me that he's right. I completely forgot that stupid wager and I somehow miscalculated my orgasms. His finger on my lips stops me from speaking. "You have two seconds to get on that bed."
My scramble off the floor to the bed is in no way elegant and I don't even care. The thrill running through me makes my body heat up for what's to come. I don't stop until I'm on my hands and knees in the middle of the bed like ordered.
"Chest down, arms spread."
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