Largely Submissive

Chapter 1

My inspiration for Cammy above ((((:

A/N: If you don't like my choice.... Just move on

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Cameron's POV

He's perfect. Everything I would look for in a Dom, and then some. The street lights bounced off his red hair, making it glow. I could see the light stubble scattered across his chin and all I could think about is how nice it would be to have that brushing against my own face as he kissed me. I couldn't see them from here but I could just imagine the gray-blue orbs gazing down at me as I do his bidding. I shivered at the thought and sighed.

             The only issue is I know he would never be interested in me. Who would want a submissive that's basically the same size as them, if not bigger? I watched as he joined the other men standing outside the club in the designated smoking area. He pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a long drag from it. What I wouldn't give to have those lips on me... As if sensing someone looking at him his gaze snapped over to me. I quickly lowered my eyes but I couldn't help peeking up through my hair. Just in time to see him raise an eyebrow at me. Before I could even think of responding a group walks up to the club doors wanting to enter. I turned my focus onto the group of young men before me.

            "IDs." I grunted, holding out my hand. They all grumbled but shuffled around grabbing their IDs. Once I checked them all and confirmed they're over the age of 21, I nodded at them to enter. Without looking I knew they'd come up to a front desk of sorts that will go over the rules of the club. Unless they're members they won't make it past the VIP doors that lead to the actual BDSM part of the club. The front area of the club has a regular dance floor and bar but past the VIP doors there's a set of stairs that lead up to the mains part of the club and another set of stairs next to it that lead down into the Dungeon. There's even an exit right next to the stairs that many of the smokers use to go outside so they don't have to pass through the dance floor. Upstairs there's a balcony area that Master Graham, the owner of the club, and most of the Doms he's friends with sit and then further out of view are the multiple stages that hold different performances or demonstrations.

            Looking back over at the group of smokers I saw Master Graham had joined them. He clapped a hand on his brothers back, Master Gavin, the Dom I can't seem to keep my eyes off. Another reason I can't possibly have him. He's my boss's brother. The last thing I need is for something to go sour and I get fired. It was hard enough finding this job. I just needed to keep my head down and keep making money so I can support my future. Suddenly a hand fell onto my head, rubbing softly. I closed my eyes in relief.

            "Alright kiddo, break time." My coworker, Damien, another Dom said. When I first started the job, I had a major crush on him, but I soon learned that one, he was a hardcore sadist, and two, he was taken and deeply in love with his Slave. Either way, his presence has always been enough to comfort me. I smiled at him, and quickly glanced over at the group of Doms to see Gavin glaring at us. What? Oh, right he probably thinks I'm some home wrecker, great. I sighed and thanked Master Damien before heading inside to sit at the bar for a half an hour. I don't really have any friends here so it's not like I had anyone to talk to. Besides my breaks and occasional inside duty, I wasn't in the actual club much. I got a free membership with the job but I sincerely doubted any Dom would be interested in me anyway.

            "Hey there, Sir," This twink said sidling up to me. I just snorted at him and took a sip from my non alcoholic drink. Boy, I am not the Dom you think I am.

            "I'm definitely not who you're looking for," I replied, looking him up and down.

            "And why would you think that?"