Call me your Master

I Think I'm OKAY

(Andy's POV)

The music thrummed around me as more people flooded into the club. Women stared as they always did. I gave a few of them a sideways grin, making them squeal that I even acknowledged them. Scout caught my attention with a hard grip around my arm that would've landed anyone else a slap to land them on the floor. She pulled me into the back hallway where we could hear each other without screaming.

"Where in the fucking hell have you been Andy?!" Not that it stopped her from screaming anyways.

"I suggest you lower your voice-"

"No, you don't get to walk up in this club after ghosting all of us for four months! People have been wondering where you are and poor Cedric got the short end of my temper everytime I've come by to see what's been up with you."

I felt my anger rising but I tried to keep it on a leash. Scout pushed my buttons in ways I didn't tolerate with anyone but her since she was one of my only real friends. She was dressed beautifully tonight in skin tight jeans and a fishnet shirt with a bikini top underneath, showing off her assets. No matter how many times I saw her like this I never got over it, not that i'd even cross that line with her. She was a friend, and definitely not what I wanted for my bedroom.

"Last time I  checked, this was my club. Now, maybe I was wrong to completely disappear, but there were reasons. Cedric did mention a few choice words you said to him a few occasions you came by."

She pursed her lip at me. "I guess that's as close to an apology as i'm going to get." Something clicked for her and she looked around the corner, out into the crowd. "Where's Layla?"

"She won't be around anymore."

It took her a moment to process what i'd said. Even though she hadn't spent much time with Layla, somehow she knew how Layla had felt about me and mentioned it multiple times. 

"Oh." This was the first time i'd seen her speechless. "I'm here if you want to talk." 

I nodded and went back into the club, looking for one of my girls. Even though I hadn't been to the club, i'd made sure the girls came to my house frequently in the four months i'd been away. I waved my cute blond submissive over and she happily strutted her way over to me in her skimpy dress.

"Good evening sir." 

I gripped her hair discretely and put my mouth against her ear. "Go back into my office and wait for me. I expect you to be ready for me when I get there."

She bit her lip and sauntered off without another word. I gave her a few minutes, surveying the rowdy group that the late evening brought. There was an excitement in the air I had missed. The intoxicating smell of alcohol mixed with bad decisions. I lived for it. 

I made my way through the bodies and back into the dark hallway that led to a door into the back room where my office sat. Adrenaline flooded my veins like it always did as I opened the door, my dominant side taking over completely at the sight of the bent over girl on my desk. Melody's body shook as I approached quietly, letting her anticipate my next move. A slap echoed as my hand collided against her supple ass making it pink under my fingers. 

"I hope you didn't plan on sitting easily tomorrow."

I spanked her until her ass was red and she was lurching forward trying to get away. No matter the pain she was soaking wet as I slid two fingers into her easily. The only sounds in the room were her moans as I played with her, feeling my pants get uncomfortable all too quickly. Her legs were shaking as I undid my belt and withdrew my fingers. I gave her no warning or time to adjust as I thrusted inside of her and set an aggressive pace. If her hands weren't white knuckling the desk beneath her I knew she would've given out underneath me. My fingers gripped her hair tightly and I felt my fangs slide out at the sight of her neck. I hadn't bitten any of my girls since my absence including the ones that came to my house.