Not for long.
I hurry down the stairs to the main bar floor and make my way to the club entrance, where Vince is standing guard alongside another doorman. Depending on the night, we could have one or two guys watching the door. Lately, there have been two as an extra precaution.
They don’t see me until I’m right in front of them. Someone really ought to train these shitheads better. How are they going to protect anything or anyone if they don’t see what’s coming right at them?
I thought about giving him another chance, for about five seconds, but thought better of it. If he’s lax about one, he’ll be lax with others and I can’t have that. Gravity isnothingif people don’t feel safe while they’re here.
I walk right up to him and rear back, punching him in the nose–hard.
“The fuck. What the hell was that for, Ryker?”
“You let someone into the club when it was clear she was intoxicated. I don’t have to tell you that’s against the rules.”
“I’m sorry, man. It won’t happen again,” he promises.
“Oh, I know it won’t fucking happen, because you’re fucking fired.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“He’s serious,” Hayes assures him, behind me. “Time to go, man. No reason for this to get ugly.”
He and Axel are both at my back with their arms crossed against their chests, waiting for him to leave. Hayes isn’t bulky, but he’s tall and lean, towering over Vince. Then there’s Axel, who looks like he could bench press Vince and not bat an eye. I didn’t need it, but I’m grateful for the backup. Hopefully, this will show others that shit like this will not be tolerated–by anyone.
“Where you fucked up, Vince, is that girl you let through… is mine.”
Thankfully, he leaves without much more protest, mumbling howinsanewe all are on his way out.
Once we confirm he’s left the premises, I make my way back to get my girl so we can go the fuck home.
We should talk about what happened tonight with Christine, but she was clearly distraught when I found her and she seems better now. Eventually, she’s going to have to face this head on, because I fear it’s not going togo awayanytime soon if she doesn’t. Her instinct is to distract herself and pretend shit doesn’t exist. It’s helped her survive this long, but it’s only going to get her so far.
I open the door to see her sitting at the foot of the bed, wrapped tightly in the comforter. Her cheeks are red, and despite the fact that she was crying earlier, I can tell there’s something else going on.
“You look like you have something to say.” Her cheeks redden further and now I’m concerned I pushed her too far.
Her lips press together as she scrunches her nose and squeezes her eyes shut tight before she lets out a high pitched squeak. “Ummmmm, so I don’t know how I could have forgotten about it, but would it be possible to remove this plug from my ass now?” She follows her request with a slight giggle. “Please, Sir.”
I stave off a laugh, but can’t resist my lips curving into a smirk before I position myself right in front of her. Her embarrassment is adorable, but I don’t want her to feel more self-conscious about her body than I know she already does. I love her body and all its delectable curves, but I know her mother has done a number on her self-worth and I’ll do everything in my power to undo that damage.
“Stand up and turn around,” I order. She eyes me warily, but does as I say, keeping the comforter tight against her chest. Pulling it off her and letting it drop to the ground, I place my hand between her shoulder and gently push, bending her at the waist until her face is flush with the mattress. My dick is at half-mast again as I pull her lousy excuse for underwear over her ass and down her thighs revealing the shiny plug I left inside of her.
“Such a good fucking girl. Did you like having Daddy’s plug in your ass all day?”
A small, breathy moan escapes her lips. “Yes, Daddy.”
I land a light smack on her right cheek, before I spread her open and pop the plug out. “See how easy that came out, baby? You’ll be ready to take me here in no time.” Her head turns further to look at me and her cheeks flush. “Do youwantto me fuck this tight hole?”
She nods. “I’m still nervous it won’t fit though.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep training you to take me. This is the smallest plug I have, but there are bigger. We’ll work you up to them,” I promise. “You’ll be begging me to take you here by the time we’re finished.”
I can’t fucking wait.
“Time to go home.”
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