Competing for the Dominant

One

Daniel

I stared at the small crowd forming around the dance floor and bar. A few of the bartenders were all crowded around one of the coolers, giggling.

"Ken, can you go tell them to disperse and do their job?" I turned to find the chair next to me occupied by someone who was not Ken. I rolled my eyes at Cale and his submissive Owen locking lips.

"Cale," I said sharply and Owen leapt from his lap, a blush forming on his cheeks.

"You are no fun, Daniel. You know I spent three months without him and you're taking time away from me,"

"I'll take more time away from you if he doesn't get back to work. Your break ended seven minutes ago,"

"Sorry, Sir," Owen bent down to whisper something in Cale's ear and rushed off, his cheeks matching the red of his hair.

"He is going to be the death of me and you, soul-sucker, are going to give me blue balls one day,"

I snorted, "Maybe it'll teach you not to keep my workers off-task."

I faced the bar again, happy the bartenders were shuffling around giving drinks and taking orders.

"Master Daniel?"

I looked up, "Yes, Quinn?"

"Am . . . Am I allowed to go on break now?" His voice was quivering slightly.

"Yes, is everything okay?"

The boy gave me a small smile and nodded, "Yes, Master Daniel. I, uh, have just had to go to the bathroom for the last half-hour,"

"Quinn, you're allowed to leave the bar to use the restroom. Next time don't wait so long,"

"Yes, Master Knight," he scurried off and I sighed.

"So, how long before you claim him?" I turned to Cale with an unamused look on my face.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Oh come on. He's been clinging to you since day one. It's been a month and he continuously is at your beck and call and you use him as such,"

"Because that is his job, Cale. Not everyone is like you where you see a new submissive and automatically have a need to claim them,"

"Yeah. Okay. Says the guy who openly fucked around with a submissive for months without doing anything. How is—"

"Don't. Don't go there, Cale. You and Ken know better than anyone not to bring him up,"

Despite being a good Dom, Cale lives up to his job as a lawyer. Nosy asshole.

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I stayed in my seat until the club was almost empty, save for the bartenders and cleaning crew.

"We're done for the night, Master Daniel," Quinn said, bowing slightly.

"Thank you. Quinn, can I see you in my office for a second. It's important,"

Quinn cocked his head to the side but nodded.

I noticed he flinched slightly when I went to place my hand on his back, so I let my hand drop.

"Master Daniel!" Ryan was jogging to catch up to us, "I'm sorry. We need Quinn for a minute. There was a slight accident,"

I raised an eyebrow at Ryan, "And that accident is?"

"Ah, well. There may have been a small flood in the back from a broken faucet,"