At Mom’s club, the first rule is consent. The second rule is no alcohol. The two don’t mix.
“Bananas up.” I make Luna grin, toasting her with my glass before sucking on my straw as I glance around.
Been a minute since I’ve been here. The padded sex benches, submission horses, and bondage towers in the BDSM section of the club twitch my cock. It’s how Delphine trained me.
She has similar furniture at her house.
But I wasn’t the one chained to it.
She was.
While Grant waited upstairs, Delphine led me to their sex dungeon. Really, it was their suburban basement with a treadmill and a wine bar, but I was too nervous to care when she told me to strap her to a bondage tower. She challenged me to pleasure her because, honestly, she wasn’t into me.
At all.
That was the point.
With Delphine’s instruction, I studied every inch, every erogenous zone on a woman’s body until she had to submit to my pleasure, until she had to come.
Then came the lessons on teaching my dick not to explode. At twenty-two, that’s like telling the sun not to rise. But with practice, I learned to wait, to please. And a kink was born.
The phone in my back pocket vibrates. I take it out. It’sFIVE. Jace. I answer, grinning, “Great Dane’s Dating Service, how can I help?”
“Woof you,” Jace mutters. “You know she’s here?”
“Yup.”
Alena’s hanging out with her best friend, the manager of a sex shop, and I’m not complaining. I saw the sex toys Vale must be gifting Alena, the ones hidden in her nightstand. Soon, we’ll play with them.
“Okay, then, Detective Dickwad, did you know Alena’s coming to the club tonight? With Vale?”
“What?” I whip away from the bar. Lucy and Luna know some of our secrets, but not the kings and queens part, notthe Bratva part. “Alena can’t come here. It’s where we get intel and meet and?—”
“Fuck?” Jace chuckles, “Yeah, I’m picking up what you’re putting out.”
“I don’t fuck here.”
“But you get your Dom on there.”
“It’s been years.”
Even then, I didn’t fuck a sub; I made her come. Many times. Usually, in front of her husband, to teach him a thing or a hundred.
But fuck a woman? It’s been over three years, and I felt like an asshole because all I could do was close my eyes and think of Alena. It’s the only way I can come, and that’s a real shitty thing to do to another woman, so I gave up on them.
Sort of.
That’s how I became @LuvPounder.
I’d been trained to please, and since I couldn’t pleasure Alena, I settled for strangers online. It made me celibate, but less lonely as I gained fans, realizing I was helping thousands like me—people wanting love, but settling for online sex.
And all this time, my most loyal fan was Alena?
God, @DirtTGirl was so shy, so curious yet insecure. It took me months to earn her trust, to tell me her fantasies, to make some come true.
She had a thing for doing naughty things in stores, and I liked pleasing her. Telling her what to do and praising her when she sent me videos. They were hot as fuck, though I never saw her face.
Did I love @DirtTGirl? No, I cared for her, as I do my other loyal fans. I’m not an asshole. I felt a responsibility for them. I’m trained to Dom and deliver pleasure. It gave me pride and gratification, and honestly, relief from not having Alena.
