And as for Fete itself? I woulda ate this shit up back when I was single. Fuck, I’d have considered moving in, building condos next door.
The book world had brought kink into the forefront and out of the woodwork and underground dungeon clubs so more people could now get what they wanted (within limits, usually) or what they thought they might want.
But, it also meant that the crazies came. Some people in that lifestyle or curious about it were happy about the ability to widen their net. Others were pissed at the mockery that was being made of their lifestyle.
I’d dabbled in the scene but had never considered myself ‘in the lifestyle’.
I’d never known what it took to be a nurturing Dominant. Before Athena, I liked to fuck the submissives and got a rush out of fucking the sub-curious females who had no fucking idea what it was like to fuck a man with a healthy appetite for rough and dominating sex. The shit I’d pulled with some of those girls? I should’ve been kicked out of the club I had membership in back home; they just gave me a wide berth because of who I am and how I’d handle disrespect.
I now knew that the girls I’d hooked up with there should be poster children for what to watch out for and how not to dabble in the world of dark kink.
Since Tia, I was trying to learn a little more about the life, to learn how to be what her submissive side needed while not giving complete control to my hunger. I’d read a couple books on the subject and figured if I could figure out how to manage my urges, maybe I’d keep a lock on them most of the time.
And beyond helping us keep our sex life safely spicy, it could help me with my demons. I wasn’t looking to define my sexual tastes or put labels on my relationship with my girl but I was trying to get my head out of my own ass so that I could be what she needed.
I was trying to show maturity as a husband, as the man she’d voluntarily given herself to. I had to protect her, from me if needed.
Of course the idea of seeing that fear before submission still got me hard but since she got pregnant, I was happy to feed her hungry appetite for fucking but yet we hadn’t played any games.
She’d tried to bait me a couple times lately, like she’d done right after we got married, but I didn’t let myself play since getting the news that she was carrying my baby. And it pissed her off a little, but I’d snap her out of it by kissing her belly and reminding her that she didn’t want my hunger going over the edge like it’d done in Costa Rica. And that’d get her sweet and dewy-eyed.
Costa Rica had frightened us both to the degree that I was now planning to use my association with Fete to learn how to be what Tia needed without putting her at any risk.
I’d broached the subject with John Lewis, who was in the life 24/7 with his wife Kate. I phoned him from Costa Rica after a particularly rough time and at first he was cocky, telling me he was glad I was gonna stop being a punk about it. I hung up on him.
Of course I didn’t like hearing that, but I had to get over my shit. So, I hit my heavy bag for forty minutes and then called him back.
We’d had a few good conversations and he’d recommended some reading material. He later told me he’d give me some advice for play during pregnancy, too.
He and his wife, having had six kids, meant he’d had plenty of experience playing with her safely but effectively while pregnant.
Today, we weren’t gonna talk about that private shit, though. And John was a good guy who wouldn’t ever bring it up unless I did first.
I answered John’s questioning chin jerk about Denarda.
“He had some shitheads rough up a bookie buddy of ours. Guy’s broken away, good terms, but it’s recent and Denarda didn’t know that.”
Killian was a good guy and he and Dare were tight. We were not happy when this happened. It happened after Dare’s wedding. Kill and his new girlfriend had gotten swarmed on his way home from the reception.
“Shit,” Johnny shook his head.
“Yeah, bunch of expensive supplies vanished from a construction site of ours in Portland yesterday, including a large quantity of some very fucking pricy copper wire. Someone saw three white cargo vans leave early. No one local would pull that shit at that level, knowing it was our site. Security guards on the job site got roughed up and held at gunpoint.
Our logo was all over the place. We suspect he orchestrated it because not only was he in the vicinity, not tryin’ to hide it, but my top security guy just notified me that someone matching his description fucked our family restaurant, Venetia, for a $1930 tab the night before, shit load of expensive wine and top shelf booze and a pile of the most expensive food on the menu. Guy matchin’ Denarda’s description walked out.
Found out he bought a first-class ticket the day before y
esterday to my city, returning to Vegas this morning. He was on the flight I missed. If my wife wasn’t pukin’ her guts out when I was supposed to leave, we’d have been on that plane together. That was no coincidence. That sleazy little fucker wanted me to set eyes on his ugly mug and be stuck lookin’ at it for two hours.”
“Leo was shunned at the door of a big game I was at last week and didn’t react. Or didn’t seem to react,” John added, topping up both our glasses with Scotch. He told the server to leave the bottle.
She’d tried to give me ‘fuck me’ eyes but I’d ignored her. It wasn’t hard. Women coming onto me wasn’t new but as always, I’d never been led around by my dick. The only woman who had the capability to do that was my wife and it wasn’t her style --- probably part of why she had that ability.
John, however, had stared at that server’s ass and legs in tiny black booty shorts as she strutted away.
“We’ll talk more later,” I said, “not in front of Goldberg.” I jerked my chin toward Ben Goldberg, who was approaching our table.
Goldberg strolled up to us and sat with a sigh.