Nyx 1: Curse of the Catastrophe Cat (Mafia Reverse Harem Poly)

1.14 Daddy

Rourke

Here we are again, Vince and I at Nico's fetish club. Reliving the first night we paired years back. Edged as fuck after the near miss that nearly ended fifteen years of commitment.

I'm as bad as Vince, needing visual reminders to keep us in check. As a rule, I still prefer real-world play, but I've felt my own control slipping lately and find the same relief of knowing what space I'm in.

Regardless of my bank account, the kinds I like are the last ones who come near me. Even before my first tour as a Gunner in the AF, at twenty, I wasn't the most inviting looking dude. Not one person in basic questioned why I was there, and every one of them believed I was a lifer waiting to happen.

.......Fifteen Years Ago.........

"Didn't say you could move yet, baby girl." I'm in the pink room, which is more friendly to my preferred taste. Even in the pay to play setting I've always used for situations like this, very few women tick the boxes of what I want.

The ones who are attracted to my huge ass are more psychotic than I am, and I don't feel like drunk or high counts as far as consent goes. Everything

about what I do requires three things. Open communication, absolute honesty, and full consent.

Luke's place is nice, his girls are clean, and all of them are more turned on if not empowered by their positions rather than spiteful about fucking paying customers for cash.

My entry into BDSM is the last thing I want to think about at the moment her ass wriggles in the air with my hand print on it, but considering the blue-eyed, cinnamon haired female is so good at the role, I can't really help thinking on how it started.

I could say that I planned this.

That I chose a busier night so no one else figured out my obsessions. All the rooms of this place are color coded to the fetishes none other than the man everyone called a robot took what felt like ten hours to explain to me, walking me through his establishment at sixteen.

I was about to pop a gasket, and it didn't take a genius to figure out I needed to get laid, but knew fuck all about it. I didn't have sex with, in front of, or otherwise around Luke. At all that night, actually.

Just listened to a number of threats to castrate me if I crossed lines before learning control and proper handling. That turned into virtual arrangements, given my age and inexperience. True, we're allowed to have sex at age sixteen legally, but aren't consenting adults till twenty, or full-fledged titled adults until twenty-five.

The experimentation, as it were, in safe spaces with people far more experienced than I was, is what led me to figuring out that I'm a Daddy Dom.

Doesn't mean I like kids.

Definitely something worse than castration and death waiting for me if I touched anyone under twenty. Just meant I needed to be needed. Longed to take care of someone as much as be adored by them. I don't do age play or pet play, but am attracted to the types that need direction as much as support.

My savage side only came out in the protective type instincts I have, and I've always taken the eight so to speak. I'm big enough for it, but only the sweet, soft, innocent types could ever take it back off my yoked out shoulders.

Make me feel important, and that all the shit I did was worth it.

Luke and I share a few habits and fetishes, but on complete opposite ends of the spectrum. Being over a decade older, and as rigid as he is, Lucian Gaines was always closer to my Pops and acted like an uncle to the rest of our circle.