Dominating the Dominatrix

Reintroductions

Darya watched as Kostas appeared lost in thought as Dimitra and Miklos argued back and forth before he finally dragged her out of the booth to dance. She considered for someone who insisted she did not enjoy b**m, Dimi was clearly a masochist for following the man she had been in love with her entire life into the throng. The way the people were dancing on the floor was like f*****g with clothes on.

Magda left her and Kostas sitting in the booth as if she were terrified of the man. Darya had not been this close to him in a long time. He was as gorgeous today as he had been the day her life changed forever. His eyes were dark and playful as they studied her. She felt like a challenge he wanted to undertake and it was making her regret the number of vodka shots she’d swallowed. He was big and bulky and she felt his thigh against hers, muscular and strong. She tried to pull away to follow Magda around the other side of the banquette but he reached and pulled her back to him so they were sitting much too close for her liking.

“Let me go.”

“I don’t think I will. I want an explanation. You intend to destroy me, do you?”

She grabbed the bottle of vodka on the table, proud her hands didn’t shake an ounce as she poured a shot. “Yup. I’m going to make you wish you’d never heard the name Darya Pappas.”

“The only thing I’m wishing in this very moment is how much I wish time traveling was a real thing. Like the Hot Tub Time Machine. I’d go back in time and accept your father’s offer. I wonder how many babies we would have had by now.”

She frowned at his use of a movie example and tossed the drink back. “You’re disgusting.”

“Am I? Your n*****s are so hard from thinking of making babies with me they’re almost ripping your top.”

She folded her arms over her chest at his words, “they are not.” She wanted to sink under the table at his mocking laugh. They were too but damn him. Why did he still look so good? He should have aged poorly. It would have made ruining him easier.

“Tell me how you intend to get back at me. I am interested to know whether we can come to a mutual agreement. I’m open to accepting your father’s offer now.”

Was he insane? “My father is not now, nor was he ever, in charge of my body. He does not now, nor would he ever, get the opportunity to pimp me out for cash. If I’m going to sell my body, it’s on my terms, not his.”

“And you’ve sold your body, little Ms. Virgin?”

“Did you not hear Miklos? BDSM.”

He inhaled sharply and she didn’t miss it.

“What Kostas? Did you think because I’m related to Yannis Pappas I wouldn’t know what b**m is? I not only know, but I also live it, and breathe it.”

“Do you really? I bet you think it’s about getting a spanked by your lover.”

“It is,” she retorted and saw his mouth curve into his signature crooked grin ready to mock her. “Imagine, a woman giving up a bit of herself to allow a man to take such good care of her he even has to discipline her. Make sure she understands his rules and regulations and agrees to take the punishments he sets. She does something on purpose to make him have to punish her. Puts her over his lap and with his hand on her bare ass, spanks her.” She took pleasure in the way Kostas’ mouth dropped open in surprise.

“Or” she continued, the vodka making her stupid with bravery. “It could be a man who is at the height of his career, powerful and strong and knowing the only thing which will make him reach climax is a woman holding power over him. He relinquishes his control only to her and she uses her flogger on his body until he orgasms in the way only, she can do for him because he has given her the permission to inflict the type of pleasure he likes.”

Now he was slack jawed and she kept going, “pleasure and pain are intermixed. With a little bit, or a lot,” she smirked, “of pain, an orgasm can be mind-bendingly beautiful. Some people can’t come without pain. Kink is a sexy beautiful thing despite the fact it can be messy and unruly.”

“Who the hell are you?” he gawked in surprise.

“Darya Pappas. You ruined my life. Prepare to die.”

He threw his head back and laughed, “did you just make a mockery of The Princess Bride?”

“Yes.” She did another shot of vodka.

“You are incredible.” He reached out and touched her cheek. “I cannot wait to make you mine.”

“I will never be yours.”

“You will be mine. You will submit to me.”

“Submit to you?” She suddenly saw the look in his eyes. “Holy f**k, you’re a Dom!”

“And I think you like to be dominated. How is it you are still a virgin?” He stroked her bare leg under the table. “I usually prefer my women far more experienced but I know I can teach you –”

“No, absolutely not!” she managed to evade his grip and rounded the table almost jumping on it to get away from him. She got three steps away from him when he grabbed her, pulling her back to him so they were standing chest to chest. She was suddenly grateful for the high heels because he was not looming over her.

She closed her eyes for a moment as she felt the vodka making her legs weak. It was the vodka. It was not the scent of his cologne which was now taking residence in her nostrils or the way his brown eyes had flecks of green in them as he stared down at her. It certainly couldn’t be the way he was all masculine, muscle, and strength as he held her close to him, making her feel dainty and petite against his frame despite her height.

“You are so beautiful, Darya. You will be mine.”

“The hell I will,” her eyes snapped open at his comment, slapping his hand away as his thumb brushed her lower lips softly.

“I made a mistake trying to match you with Jurek. I will fix this. You and I will be together. Mark my words.”

His words put her into a tailspin of rage. How could he so callously think he could repair the fact her father had cast her out because of him. It was his fault she’d had to blow a guy at eighteen for twenty bucks so she could eat. She shoved his chest furiously. “I dare you to try motherfucker! I am not yours to command so get out of your stupid fantasy world. f**k you.”

“I will f**k you, every night for the rest of our lives, until death do us part. I will be the man you fantasize of forever.”

She pulled her head back in surprise. Was he serious? He appeared to be serious.

“You are not to let anyone else take what was meant to be mine. You will submit to me, Darya. You will be mine. All of you. Including your innocence.”

“No.” The word was on her lips but it never was spoken. Her thoughts were muddled and confused as she stared at him in surprise. She had thought his comments about accepting her father’s offer was mockery but as she stared into his eyes, it dawned on her he was serious. A shiver of fear coursed down her spine. This was not how she anticipated her meeting with Kostas Masalis going. He wanted her. Not for his brother but for himself. He put his hand to her neck and was pulling her close and her mouth parted, her tongue darting to her lip waiting for his kiss.

Suddenly she was yanked away by Magda and she almost smacked her friend in frustration.

“We need to get Dimi now.”

Darya looked to her in confusion. She looked around the booth. They were still at the club. How much had she drunk? “What?” she looked back to Kostas who was reaching for her to tug her back to him. She slapped and shoved him, taking him by surprise and he stumbled. She quickly followed Magda out of the booth when her friend told her Dimi was in trouble and getting seduced by Miklos.

“Your friend is a cockblock,” Kostas tried to grab her again.

She flipped him off and kept walking, praying she was walking straight and true because the amount of alcohol in her veins should surely have limited her walking abilities. She stumbled on her feet when Kostas yelled out after her.

“Darya, I mean it. If you let anyone take what is mine there will be hell to pay!”

By the time they were in the back of the car, Darya considered it was a damn good thing Magda had stopped drinking when she had because otherwise, Dimi would have been on Miklos’ desk and she would have agreed to being Kostas Masalis’ sub. A sub was not anything she would ever want to be, ever. She was the Dom. Never the sub. f**k that. Oh god, she suddenly considered how much she wanted him to overpower her.

She stomped her feet on the floor of the car in frustration as Magda repeated what had happened between them to Dimi. Dimi was staring at her like she was a stranger.

By the time they got home, Darya considered she had misjudged her opponent. They were all sitting in the bathroom and she had puked twice already when her phone pinged with a text alert.

“Come to me.”

“Who is this?”

“You know who it is. I will send a car for you. Send me your address.”

“I don’t recognize this number.”

“KM”

“That’s a big no from me.” She typed back frantically.

He sent her a photo of a bed with black satin sheets with a flogger sitting on the pillow. “You should be here with me.”

She sent him back a photo of the inside of the toilet, “this is where thoughts of you have led me.”

“You drank too much tonight. As my wife, you will need to learn control.”

“Control is my middle name.”

“No. Your middle names are Maria Magdalena. Why did your mother not give you her name when you were born. It is our custom for children to take their mother’s name. I am hopeful you share her beliefs as I want our children to take my name.”

She stared at the phone and deleted the thread of texts and shut the phone down. What the actual hell was wrong with him? She had not vomited enough of the alcohol out of her system to deal with his insanity. How could a man get so intense so fast? She looked to Magda who had been dealing with her own intense man and wondered how she was coping.

She got her answer when Mags, whimpered.

“We should order pizza. I’m starting to feel things again.”

“What kind of things?”

“The kind where I miss Ares Winter’s dirty, filthy flirting.”

Her heart broke for her friend. How could the man have been so dumb as to do what he’d done the night before in bringing a date to their business meeting. Magda was clearly broken hearted over it. She felt the uneven tiles of the bathroom floor cutting into her knees as she crawled across and tugged Magda onto her lap. She stared into Magda’s green eyes. She loved this woman. She was her best friend. More than Dimi and Sienna, Magda was the one person in the world who she knew would love her no matter what. She was the safety net. For her, Magda represented the family she should have had. The one who loves unconditionally, no matter what and always and forever. She knew she was not an easy person to love. Hell, even her own family didn’t love her but Mags did. She would die for her. She brushed her hair off her face, “You really like him, don’t you?”

“I really did. He went too far. How could he bring her to our dinner and try to humiliate me like he did?”

“I think he made a mistake,” Darya said quietly. She suddenly wished Magda could get her happily ever after. Magda deserved it. Ares might have made a mistake but the way he had looked at Magda at dinner the evening before had made Darya wonder what it would feel like to be wanted like this. Magda deserved to be loved.

“But I can’t forgive him, right? If I start a relationship off with such horrible behavior it’s not going to stand a chance.”

She hugged her friend close and then sighed at a thought. It appeared Miklos, Kostas and Ares all knew each other. How? “I want to know how the three of them know each other and why do they all behave the same?” She considered the intense way Kostas had suddenly done a one-eighty tonight was reminiscent of Miklos and Ares’ recent behaviors. Did they all do the same kind of drugs?

“Who knows. I only wish it didn’t hurt so much. Sienna had me convinced he could be the one.”

Darya shook her head unsure how to answer the comment. They eventually pulled themselves to the kitchen to get the food Dimi ordered. As she stood there, she had a strange desire to turn her phone back on and see if Kostas had messaged her again. She pulled the cupboard open and found the ouzo. She took a long swig and then gagged on it.

Dimi giggled at her. “what are you doing?”

“Making better decisions in my kitchen than I was in the club. I can’t believe he told me not to let anyone take what was his. As if my body belongs to him.”

“Cocky bastard,” Magda shot out.

They took their turns bashing the men in their lives and then Magda one-upped them and called Ares and told him he’d never get her virgin p***y.

The bravery of her friend made her happy. She lay on the cool tile of the kitchen floor and decided she was still too hot. “We should go swimming.”

The girls agreed and they excitedly made their way down to the water to skinny dip.

By the time Darya had dragged herself to bed, Jinx, her dog was curled up at the end of the bed, irritated she had disrupted her sleep. “Don’t be so cranky Jinx. You should be happy I’m in bed with you. I could have gone home with the enemy tonight and made a horrible mistake. As my dog you are supposed to be supportive. Maybe I’ll bring you to him and you can bite his d**k off.” She pulled the annoyed dog up the bed and buried her face in her soft fur. “Jinx, I love you. Who needs a man when I have the best dog in the world?”

Jinx licked her nose and then sighed loudly. Darya closed her eyes and let the sleep consume her, grateful for the blessings in her life of her friends and her dog. Who needs boys when she had a houseful of females who always had her back. Definitely not her. No. No way. She fell asleep dreaming of dark eyes with green flecks.