way to take the edge off.
Darnelle would have gone into the Grotto with me if I’d asked, but she would not be particularly happy about doing that if she knew how serious I was about pursuing Keisha Beale. She’d made Keisha the prize in one of her competitions she’s so fond of having with me, so she was off the table until one of us won, definitively.
“Sorry to disappoint you by not whipping your ass as soundly as I usually do.”
“I’m not complaining. I just want to know where your head is at.”
I think about that for a moment. I wasn’t sure at all where my head was, because for the first time in a year, I’d targeted someone for my submissive who might be off-limits to me. That didn’t set well with me at all.
“I’m considering taking on a new submissive,” I say. “Without going into any detail, the process has been rather difficult this time.”
“How so?” Nathan asks.
“Darnelle’s got it into her head that she wants this woman, too, so I’m having to work harder than I’ve ever worked to acquire her, so to speak.”
“Is she gay?”
“No, she’s not, but you know Darnelle. She thinks she can turn anyone.”
Nathan grins. “I don’t know then, brother. You might lose out to the almighty tongue this time.”
I drain my water bottle as if I’m ignoring him, and then I snap him hard with my towel. He rushes me and we fall, tumbling on a convenient mat, wrestling until one of us cries “uncle” like we did when we were kids.
I put all thoughts of the winsome Ms. Beale out of my mind and concentrate on making my brother concede defeat.
CHAPTER FOUR
Darnelle aka Princess Danai scowls when she sees me headed toward her prime cordoned off VIP area at Wicked. I’m so heavily invested in this establishment, one might say I own it, so she shouldn’t be surprised to see me. She’s in full regalia, wearing the attire her fans are used to seeing her in, which I abhor. Especially the over-the-top mouthpiece, which I happen to know she hates also.
One of her hangers-on unlatches the velvet rope and allows me to enter her domain.
“You told me you were too busy to make my performance tonight.” As per usual, when I’m within hearing distance, she ditches the vernacular.
I shrug. “I’m due a meeting with, Brent, so I figured I’d kill two birds with one stone.” Brent Atkins, the general manager, hopes to own the place outright in about five years, if he continues to stay in the black.
Darnelle narrows her eyes. “Or maybe you’re here because you know Keisha’s going to be here tonight.”
Nonchalantly, I take the seat next to her. What Darnelle doesn’t know is that I’ve already seen and talked to Ms. Beale since she shared her intention of pursuing her with me. I don’t show my hand, because it’s none of her damn business why I’m here. It’ll just make her try even harder to woo Keisha because she knows I want her. It wouldn’t be the first time Darnelle has done this. She loves the idea of competing with me for women, as if the very act of doing so will win back what she gave to me long before she understood why being with men didn’t do it for her.
I goad her, as I am prone to do. “Afraid she’ll pick the dick over the tongue?”
“Don’t knock the tongue. I know the female body better than any man.”
“Which may be true, but you can’t fill it like a man.”
“That’s what strap-ons are for.”
“Cheap imitation.”
“Asshat,” she hisses. Then retreats into people-watching, also known as ignoring me. This love-hate relationship we’ve had since grade school amuses me to no end, and I’m sure Darnelle gets her kicks out of it as well. We would each go to our deaths before admitting it, though.
Brent joins us after few minutes, and I grill him about the club, the financials specifically. Darnelle continues to ignore me, interacting freely with her entourage. Within a half-hour, I’m bored off my keister and
Darnelle would have gone into the Grotto with me if I’d asked, but she would not be particularly happy about doing that if she knew how serious I was about pursuing Keisha Beale. She’d made Keisha the prize in one of her competitions she’s so fond of having with me, so she was off the table until one of us won, definitively.
“Sorry to disappoint you by not whipping your ass as soundly as I usually do.”
“I’m not complaining. I just want to know where your head is at.”
I think about that for a moment. I wasn’t sure at all where my head was, because for the first time in a year, I’d targeted someone for my submissive who might be off-limits to me. That didn’t set well with me at all.
“I’m considering taking on a new submissive,” I say. “Without going into any detail, the process has been rather difficult this time.”
“How so?” Nathan asks.
“Darnelle’s got it into her head that she wants this woman, too, so I’m having to work harder than I’ve ever worked to acquire her, so to speak.”
“Is she gay?”
“No, she’s not, but you know Darnelle. She thinks she can turn anyone.”
Nathan grins. “I don’t know then, brother. You might lose out to the almighty tongue this time.”
I drain my water bottle as if I’m ignoring him, and then I snap him hard with my towel. He rushes me and we fall, tumbling on a convenient mat, wrestling until one of us cries “uncle” like we did when we were kids.
I put all thoughts of the winsome Ms. Beale out of my mind and concentrate on making my brother concede defeat.
CHAPTER FOUR
Darnelle aka Princess Danai scowls when she sees me headed toward her prime cordoned off VIP area at Wicked. I’m so heavily invested in this establishment, one might say I own it, so she shouldn’t be surprised to see me. She’s in full regalia, wearing the attire her fans are used to seeing her in, which I abhor. Especially the over-the-top mouthpiece, which I happen to know she hates also.
One of her hangers-on unlatches the velvet rope and allows me to enter her domain.
“You told me you were too busy to make my performance tonight.” As per usual, when I’m within hearing distance, she ditches the vernacular.
I shrug. “I’m due a meeting with, Brent, so I figured I’d kill two birds with one stone.” Brent Atkins, the general manager, hopes to own the place outright in about five years, if he continues to stay in the black.
Darnelle narrows her eyes. “Or maybe you’re here because you know Keisha’s going to be here tonight.”
Nonchalantly, I take the seat next to her. What Darnelle doesn’t know is that I’ve already seen and talked to Ms. Beale since she shared her intention of pursuing her with me. I don’t show my hand, because it’s none of her damn business why I’m here. It’ll just make her try even harder to woo Keisha because she knows I want her. It wouldn’t be the first time Darnelle has done this. She loves the idea of competing with me for women, as if the very act of doing so will win back what she gave to me long before she understood why being with men didn’t do it for her.
I goad her, as I am prone to do. “Afraid she’ll pick the dick over the tongue?”
“Don’t knock the tongue. I know the female body better than any man.”
“Which may be true, but you can’t fill it like a man.”
“That’s what strap-ons are for.”
“Cheap imitation.”
“Asshat,” she hisses. Then retreats into people-watching, also known as ignoring me. This love-hate relationship we’ve had since grade school amuses me to no end, and I’m sure Darnelle gets her kicks out of it as well. We would each go to our deaths before admitting it, though.
Brent joins us after few minutes, and I grill him about the club, the financials specifically. Darnelle continues to ignore me, interacting freely with her entourage. Within a half-hour, I’m bored off my keister and
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