Yes, Sir - ONGOING

Chapter Seven - A Club

Jared D'Amore

He watched her with clouded eyes as she bent over, fixing the rug. He could see her black lace panties, and if only she knew how bad he wanted to pick her up and make her scream in pleasure. She was quite a catch indeed. He knew his soldier stood at attention, and he watched her stand back up, realizing his presence. Her pretty cheeks turned a precious shade of red as she realized what she had done.

He took a deep breath, walking over to her short figure.

He wanted her. Her wanted her to the moon and back. He brought his hand up to cup her chin. And he looked deep into her dreamy eyes.

"You shouldn't bend over with a tight skirt like that darling, that could get you spanked." He said lowly and he could almost feel her shudder, and he watched her pupils dilate.

"Excuse me?" She squeaked out as if she didn't want it to, but he was certain her black lace panties were being soaked in her fluids as they spoke.

The things he could do to her. The places she'd reach. Satisfaction guaranteed.

But he also knew she was soon to be married. And he still had just a little bit of dignity left. Maybe. He never did like Shawn. He was a slimy whore and was not good enough for her. He could tell he wasn't what she needed. "I don't like your fiancé." He muttered, stroking her lip.

She stood before him, unsure what to say.

"Well that doesn't give you the right to try and take what's his." She retorted, removing his hand from her face. "Well if you're his, why isn't he with you now?" Jared asked. He knew something about him that could tear them apart. But he had enough decency to wait till she found out on her own.

When she didn't reply, he sighed, turning around.

"I need you to come with me to my club tonight. What you'll wear you will find on your bed. Be ready by 10 o clock tonight." He stated, and he walked back to his room.

She was making him very very frustrated.

And he wanted to take it out.

On her mainly.

But it was true, he did own some of the biggest clubs in Santa Barbra, and even more through the state. He was well known. He loved the attention he got from women. The fantasies they played out for him. The games they played. He took out a pack of cigarettes and took one out, walking onto his patio. The suns was behind the clouds, though it still was a gorgeous day.

He lit it, and took a long drag, feeling his nerves calm down.

He had a vote with his subconscious on if he should even bring Asa to one of his clubs. It said yes, and so did he. He wanted her to be his.

He wanted to tie her up, chain her up, whip her red.

He was being patient.

But he didn't know how long it would last.

*****

As they walked inside, he could see buddy, also the dungeon monitor, Rick Spelman, chatting away with multiple woman at his side.

"Ricky." Jared spoke, getting his attention, and the blonde haired man looked up to his friend. "Jared. My man. And who's this?" Rick asked, inspecting the wide-eyed, clearly flustered Asa Benoist beside him. "Mine." He simply said, and she looked up at him. "Whatever. Hey we got a lot of important people on the ground tonight. Already in VIP." Rick said and Jared nodded, guiding him and Asa to a different part of the club.