Mister Distraction (Distraction #2) Read Online Free PDF

heartbeat, but she could never replace me. She stood in front of me stark naked and gently took the dress from my hands. She wiggled into it, knowing better than to put on a bra and panties. My dominance over her and the shit I made her do turned her on. The flush of her face told me so. In the beginning, she would challenge me, but before we made it out the door, her panties would be ripped into shreds of lace. She had to make herself available to me always, when I went to Strikers, the Gentlemen’s Club, and panties weren’t an option. I didn’t take Bettina anywhere else; she was my ‘live in’ and ‘arm candy’; I could give a shit what she wore when I wasn’t around. She curled her hair and applied her make-up. I changed into black slacks and a crisp white dress shirt, while she went into the kitchen to get some food. When I came out, we left. I escorted her to my Jeep, which she hated but I loved, so she never said anything. My red Jeep was lifted for off-road use, the tires reached the top of her hip and the lower half was always covered in mud.
What can I say, I like it dirty
. I watched her as we left together. She normally strolled over to her sleek black BMW thinking she could convince me to take it instead, but today she didn’t even try. She cringed when I opened the door and dried pieces of dirt flaked off, landing on her tight lime green dress. I grinned as I got a glimpse of the halo part of her areola through the thin material of her dress.
    We arrived at Strikers, the Gentlemen’s Club, later than normal. I loved everything about the club. I had been a frequent visitor since Iwas nineteen. It smelled of leather and sex and sometimes, when my nose was buried into a glass of aged whiskey, I smelled a piece of oaky-wood heaven. The theme of Strikers, the sex club, was clothes optional,
gotta love that
. This was my favorite place. I controlled my destiny in the club. Sex was a pastime for me; some people played X-box or Word with Friends. I liked to tie women down. Bondage was my game of choice. I directed Bettina toward the bar, my hand firmly pressed against her butt. The circular bar was toward the front while bondage rooms were on both sides of the large space. The left side bondage rooms mirrored the right. There were also closed rooms for people who wanted more private playtime. Those were hidden off to the side toward the back of the bar and required permission to use. The entire place was clean. Brad, the owner of the club, was very particular about cleanliness. Most all the room held a version of a table and straps; some had hooks in the ceiling and in the walls. The only variations were the toys that hung on the walls, giving each room a different theme. Where some rooms would have whips, crops and floggers, the other room would have chains, paddles and slappers.
    “Sit.” She sat on the barstool and I stood next to her. “OK, for your punishment,” her eyes widened and I let my victory smile slip across my face, “you pick a lucky lady and I am going to have sex with her, and you’re going to watch.” Her eyes grew evil. She had shared me in the past, but never like this. “Do you want to know what your punishment is?” She looked at me, and I could see the battle going on inside her head. Her mouth fell open, but she knew better than to piss me off more.
    “The one that you pick, if I approve, will orgasm four times and you will watch, but not join in. I think you have had enough orgasms for today.” She crossed her arms over her chest, and I think I heard a huff. I gave her my impassive stare letting her know I made the rules and she followed them, because like always, I held all the power. She held none. Alex came up behind me and took a seat.
    “Have a drink with me.” He was my best friend lately, and he accepted me for who I was. Bettina hated him. She’d flirted with him a few times, but Alex always called her out on it. Right now, he didn’t even acknowledge her