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scene and my time alone
with Angela, Anna walked over and invited me to a private party in
one of the suites after work. We quit work at two a.m. but first I
went back to my room, changed, let Samson out, and then found my
way to the party. It wasn’t a D/s party, it was a good old
fashioned let’s get drunk and celebrate Saturday night party. I
wore what Damian referred to as my hippie clothes. He had my closet
stocked full of them. It actually made me smile.
    I was getting tipsy and taking my
first sip of my third margarita when the devil himself walked in.
He was a flaming beacon in a room full of dazzling people but I
slid my gaze away and spoke with one of the El Diablo male
bartenders.
    Unforgiving steel hands landed on
my shoulders and hot breath passed over my bare neck then traveled
to my ear. “I want you.”
    I turned on the stool and placed
my thighs on the outside of his hips. My skirt pulled tight and his
hands came up moving the skirt up past my knees so he could move in
closer. My lips traveled past his neck but I didn’t touch. I gently
bit his earlobe and then whispered, “No.”
    His hands moved under my bottom
and brought the center of my thighs even with his hard erection.
His mouth went back to my ear. “I have a bet for you.”
    Our voices were low but I’m sure
everyone in the room was watching our sexual play.
“Terms?”
    “Two subs, blindfolded. Whips
only, no toys, they won’t know who’s working who. First one to
bring their sub to orgasm wins.”
    “And what is the
wager?”
    “One night of being the other’s private sub.”
    I pulled back and looked into his shadowed sensual
eyes. I was a little beyond tipsy but I knew what I heard.”
    “You would sub for me?”
    “I have no intention of losing.”

Chapter Nine
     
    Our bet made the rounds like
wildfire. It took place on Monday, usually the slowest night for
the club. The place was packed. Damian picked the subs. They were
best girlfriends and enjoyed working together and partnering with
one Dom. The rules made them smile. Neither would know who wielded
their whip. No skin could be broken or the bet was forfeit. Damian
had another St. Andrew’s Cross moved into the largest station area.
We blindfolded the women and then Damian gave me choice of Subs. I
took the blonde.
    My hand trembled slightly while I
rotated my wrist. I inhaled deeply. I could win this. I refused to
watch Damian prepare. I focused on my sub and finally controlled my
heartbeat.
    The wager started.
    I worked her slow with little pain
allowing her to become accustomed to the feeling of the whip going
around her arms and legs. Every four or five lashes and I would
wrap the whip around her breasts or strike her pussy. The response
was instantaneous and I backed off. I would then go back to the
arms, legs, belly, and upper thighs. All my focus was on my sub and
her pending release.
    It took twenty minutes but she was
so close. I cast my first glance at Damian. He wasn’t working his
whip, he was staring at me. I looked at his sub. She hung limp in
her restraints. With purposeful strides he walked over, removed the
whip from my hand, and handed it to another Dom. I didn’t even see
who it was. My eyes were glued to the devil’s gaze.
    I was hot, sweaty, and
terrified.
    He won.
    Could I do it?
    Looking around for an escape route
was stupid but I did it anyway. My world tilted and I was over his
shoulder like his promise from the first night we met. A round of
applause broke out and I knew my ass was on display for everyone.
It didn’t matter, I lost the bet.
    The blinking lights went by as he
walked through the club straight to his office. His fingers punched
in the access code for his private elevator. He was taking me to
the penthouse.
    “You can put me down now I’m not going
anywhere.”
    A hard slap landed on my
ass.
    “You do not have permission to speak. You know the
rules.”
    Another hard slap landed for
emphasis but besides my quick suction of air I