His Revenge (Smoke & Mirrors Duet #1)

Chapter 2

Chapter Two

LEO

“My whole existence is balanced carefully on my need for control. This extends to what my dick enters,

but not how he reacts”

T he music is throbbing around me and I feel a blanket of peace wash over me. Securing my blue wristband, I take a sip of the bourbon the faceless bartender passes me. Eventually, I will try learning their names but since they are off-limits for members there is no point in me knowing if it’s a Sarah pouring my drink over a Jessica. The few loved ones I have already are more than I should care about. Each of them is a calculated risk that could be used against me by my family or our enemies... My family owns this club and they have their instructions for when they see me. Upon entering the club I need top-shelf bourbon in my glass with minimal interaction but I tip whoever serves me well. If there is a wait I may get the glass myself instead of being impatient. Just because my family owns this place does not mean I will be unkind to any of the staff. My mother taught me manners and that unhappy people are far more likely to betray you than to be loyal.

Taking another sip, I glare at the cheap band on my wrist, but everyone, even me, plays by the rules here. If I want to take home a willing submissive I need to show that I understand the rules of engagement as a dominant in this club or I won’t be welcome back. While I always engage in a contract for the night, I do have a few custom rules to ensure that the women never assume they will get more from me. The first rule is no kissing. While my mouth can roam every inch of their willing skin, I don’t do lip-to-lip contact above the waist. Kissing is a relationship perk; not something necessary for a one-night stand. The next rule is that everyone agrees that there are no repeats, ever. I don’t want them to get attached to me when I need my main focus to be my promise. The last hard rule is that they are only allowed at the shared condo across from the club for the one night.

My eyes roam over the bar looking at their wrists before their faces. Being part of the community comes with power at a price. Everyone needs to follow the rules for this to work. No scenes are played at the club but those with a membership are issued wristbands to signify what they are looking for that night. Anyone who walks up to the bartender and asks to make sure they are left alone can obtain a red wristband that will prevent anyone from making advances on them.

This gives everyone a space to be free and safe. We have extra security blended into the crowd every night to do our best to keep all the patrons safe. All bar tops and tables are recorded and if anyone is seen slipping anything in someone's drink you end up at the warehouse to be taught a lesson for disrespecting my family’s establishment and code of ethics. They are given the option of working for us and living by our rules or meeting the Angel of Death . Following the rules is an integral part of mafia life. If you are not going to play by the rules you should both know the consequences and accept your punishment.

The blue band on my wrist indicates that I am a Dominant who is seeking a submissive for the night. Those not wearing bracelets are off-limits to me, not that I would want a regular one-night stand. Those wearing red are not open and if anyone is caught pushing someone for more than polite conversation they are removed and their membership is reevaluated. These are not negotiable and red wristbands are not considered a challenge. Anyone who puts their hands on someone wearing a red wristband, of any gender, gets you removed from the venue. Anyone wearing yellow bands is open to discussions but not actively seeking. These are more challenging and are usually looking for more than one night of play. Green wristbands are what I am seeking. They indicate a submissive looking for release and play.

Anyone caught harassing a sub gets banned permanently, without any second thought. This is the premier place to meet and interact with other members of the scene and leave with a contract. The bartenders have blank contracts that can be filled out before a pairing leaves the establishment. They keep my special modified contracts separate from the rest but available to save time for everyone. I will not willfully lie to a partner about my intentions, but that does not mean that every person who participates in the scene holds that level of personal responsibility. While we cannot control the way that participants behave outside these walls, we can ensure this is a safe environment.

Spotting a green wristband, I follow her body up to her sea-blue eyes surrounded by dirty blond bangs. While I may not know her name yet I will, even if it is only for tonight. Placing my drink down, I follow my feet around the bar until I stand next to her. Standing next to her she is wearing heels and is still a bit shorter than my six-foot frame. Perfect, I love it when they are shorter than me. The black dress she’s wearing is short leaving nothing to the imagination. She looks up at me through her lashes and takes a sip of her drink seductively. My mind conjures an image of her wrapping those luscious lips around my cock and I vow to make this image a reality tonight. I lean down to introduce myself with an imposing whisper in her ear.

“Hello gorgeous, I’m Leo” I see her cheeks turn a shade pinker, and she presses her thighs tighter together. Perfect, she is going to be the perfect distraction for this evening. The way her smile was both inviting and seductive is just what I am looking for.

“Hey, tall, dark, and handsome, how can I be of service to you this evening?” she says before taking a sip of her cocktail. The way her tits look in that dress make me imagine how they would look in my mouth instead. The blood is redirecting itself from my brain to my other head. Looking at the bartender, I nod, indicating for him to grab me a copy of my contract. He slides it on the clipboard to her with ease. She peruses the contract and adds notes about her hard limits before she signs on the bottom without any hesitation.

At the top of the contract, her name is scrolled in beautiful penmanship Annabelle Lewis . Taking the moment to review her hard limits tells me more about her than any small talk ever could. Her interests in the bedroom are the perfect pairing to my skill set and I have no interest in the things she indicated as a hard no. All the possibilities shuffling in my mind cause my pants to get tighter the more I think about what tonight has in store for me. Adhering my signature to the bottom of the document, I smile truly for the first time this evening letting my joy shine through. I hand the executed contract back to the bartender to be filed away in a database before turning to her.

Brushing a strand of hair out of her face, my hand follows her jaw then behind her head. I entangle my fingers in her hair and give it a small tug. She lets out a whimper as I lean down to her ear once more.

“Are you ready to get out of here? My place is just across the street.” I ask breathy and ready to get out of here

“Please, Leo” She breathlessly whispers back at me. This is going to be a much better end to the evening. I grab her hand to help her off of her stool. When she is standing I pull her close to me and walk her down the stairs toward the exit. Pushing into the cool evening air I see the pebbling of her exposed skin compared to the heat of the club. I want to make her skin react like that from more than the cold this evening. It is a short walk to the entrance to the building, Theo opens the door for us as we enter the lobby. Out of respect for me, he doesn’t even look at her. He knows that until she leaves this building she is mine. He scans his ID card and selects the penthouse for us before turning away from us. My eyes roam over the beautiful woman in the elevator with me. The perfect reward for a day filled with death and blood. She may never be my wife, but tonight she will be my freedom.

As the elevator doors close behind us, I refocus my attention on my conquest. Running my hands down her gorgeous sculpted body my dick becomes painfully hard. My hands find their way to her ass and I groan. Smaller but firm and as I grip it and pull the cheeks apart testing the waters she moans and grinds against me. As the floors tick past us the tension and heat grow. The doors open to a perfect view of my condo, I usher her inside toward the playroom when a cough disrupts my thoughts. Freezing, my hand finds my gun. No one should be here. Theo wouldn’t let just anyone into my space without permission. Then, like the last piece of the puzzle, my father steps into the light of the kitchen and I know that my fun is done for the night.

“Sorry beautiful, you should head back to the club, it looks like I have business to attend to that doesn’t include making you scream my name,” I say apologetically. She looks dazed and confused before she follows my gaze. Everyone knows who my father is. She releases my hand and bows her head.

“My apologies,” she says shyly before stepping back into the elevator on the way to the lobby. I take a calming breath. My father is not an easy man to work for and every inch I get closer to my revenge the more I need to sacrifice for him.