Dominic (Club Reign, Book One)

By Samantha McCoy

Welcome to Club Reign. A Chicago nightclub located on the iconic Navy Pier. Here, the drinks will flow like the waters of the Great Lakes; and by invitation only, so does the pleasure. But before you enter, just remember – What happens downstairs, stays downstairs.

So, are you ready to enter the underground world of sex, fun, and pleasures of all kinds?

Dominic Rissi thought he had it all figured out. He only cared about two things – Sex and Domination. But that was before he got a taste of her.

Storm Sinclair jumped at the opportunity to work downstairs. She considered it an educational experience. That is until a muscled-up co-worker ruins it all. And her.

Can Dominic and Storm find some common ground? Or will their heat burn them both? Or maybe, there’s a third option... Could it be, a couple that pleasures together, stays together?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Samantha McCoy
• Release date: Sep 12, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463778555

Samantha McCoy

*International Bestselling Author*Samantha McCoy is from Texas but currently lives in Chicago, Illinois. She writes contemporary romance - MC and Erotica books with a little bit of something extra. Samantha has also dabbled a bit in Paranormal Romance.She is a lover of coffee, Dr. Pepper, and wine; and a Lemonhead fanatic.If you would like to learn more about her and her upcoming events and releases, check out her page on Facebook: Samantha McCoy, AuthorHer Private Facebook Reader Group: Sam's Books & Sultry BitsorInstagram: @samiek81Twitter: @samiek81

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Prologue

Here ya go, big boy, Reign said, sliding a dark red, folded piece of paper, across the bar toward Dominic.

Is this…? he asked.

Reign winked, smiled and just walked away without another word.

Unfolding the note, his mouth about hit the floor. It was his invitation. Finally! Dominic’s heartbeat increased and his adrenaline kicked up a couple of notches. After five years, he would finally get to enter the basement of the club. He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face.

To anyone else, Club Reign looked like your everyday Burlesque club; located on the end of the infamous Navy Pier in Chicago. Men and woman, dressed in costumes, dances on several stages spread throughout the place. The speakers bumped with bass, belting out top chart hits from multiple genres, everything from the 1950s to current – each night was something different. Tonight, it was the 80’s; and the dancers shook their stuff to the tunes of artists like Madonna and Michael Jackson.

However, the speakers weren’t the only things bumping in this place. By invitation only, you could access the basement and that, was where the real entertainment was. Downstairs, a person could find anything they desired. Like to be spanked? There’s a room for it. Like Dom and Sub role-playing? There was a room for that, too. In the lower depths of the building, people could find a room to satisfy any need. The sexual pleasure to be found flowed just as fluidly as the waters of the Great Lakes.

Dominic had wanted to work down there since he found out about its existence. And now, he finally got his wish. Come tomorrow, no pun intended, the Dom would be open for business, or service.

What’s up with you? Storm asked. Must be something special if it got you in such a good mood.

Dominic said nothing, only raised the invitation.

Nice, she grinned. Me, too.

For the second time, in one night, his mouth hit the floor. What? he said, shocked.

Yep, she raised a brow. Looks like we’ll both be heading downstairs.

Oh, fuck no. Not gonna happen. Not today, Satan!

You can’t seriously want to work down there? he blurted out.

Why the fuck not? she shrugged. Not like I need your damn permission.

Shit!

Dominic just shrugged. After all, she was right; however, there was just something about Storm that caused him to be… protective? He wasn’t really sure if that was the word to use or not, but the thought of another man touching her had his blood heating.

Whatever, dude, she replied, shaking her head as she turned to walk away.

Dominic watched as her hips swayed with each step.

That ass, though, he thought to himself.

For a second, he paused. Then another thought came to him - Maybe… With us both in the basement – he smiled to himself. I just might be able to get a piece of that…

With a sexy grin, he turned back to mixing drinks.

Yep… Tonight was definitely turning out to be a good night.

Chapter One

Two weeks later…

Dominic

His evening started out like any other. A short walk down West Belmont Avenue and then a fifteen-minute wait for the Red Line. From there, it’s a quick twenty-minute train ride and a small bus trip; then, a short jog to work. It might seem like a lot, but living in the city of Chicago, it was nothing. Forty minutes out of his day.

He’d learned a long time ago, not to drive in the city unless absolutely necessary. People here were something else. Their driving skills were completely lacking for the most part, or maybe it was the Grand Canyon-sized potholes dotting the streets that made them drive like complete fucktards. But for a guy like Dominic, he preferred public transportation or walking. Both of which, he did six days a week. He hated the gym but had to do something to keep his body in shape. After all, nobody wanted to be dominated by someone with a beer gut. At least, none of his clients.

As he finally made it down to the pier, Dominic took a moment to feel the wind on his face. It wasn’t very often that he arrived early at the club. It was starting to warm up outside, the coolness of winter leaving and the heat of summer taking its place. The pier was filled with tourists, posing with this or taking pictures of that. Typical.

Looking around, he spotted a group of college girls waiting for a turn on the Ferris Wheel and decided to take a few moments to chat them up.

How’s it going? he asked stepping up to the fence.

He offered his best, panty-melting smile. The one he knew would get their attention.

Hi, said a tall, leggy blonde in the group.

Dom, he said, introducing himself.

Sofia, she replied.

Nice to meet you. He nodded toward the sweater tied around her waist, Wisconsin, huh?

Yeah, she grinned. Just graduated.

Nice, he returned her smile. Congrats.

Thanks. Her pale cheeks brightened with a tinge of pink.

So, are you guys just here on a little vacay? he asked, knowing he had her complete attention.

We are. She cocked her head slightly to the left and leaned her hip against the railing.

Dominic smiled to himself. He knew he had her.

Sweeet, he drawled. Well, if you aren’t busy tonight, he said to her, completely ignoring her friends for the moment. Then maybe you can swing by Club Reign and hang out for a bit.

What’s that? another in the group asked.

It’s where I work, he thumbed over his shoulder, never taking his eyes off Sofia. Just down that way at the end of the pier. You can’t miss it.

I don’t know, one of the guys said. Clubbing isn’t really our thing.

Finally turning to the guy who spoke, Dominic replied, A Burlesque club. A lot of dancing. And just as he thought, that had gotten the guys attention.

Oh, the guy replied. Hell yeah, said another. Sounds fun, the other chimed in.

Cool, Dominic nodded.

After a few more minutes of chatting, the group agreed to stop by later that evening. Dominic winked at the tall blonde, gave her his best smile, and took off.

He had to get going or he’d be late. But, if all went well, and he hoped it did, maybe he’d be able to get Sofia back in a room to play.

* * * * * *

The music was bumped as Dominic walked into the club. He nodded his head toward Hector, the bouncer that manned the front door, and continued up to the bar.

Raising his hand, he flagged down the bartender and ordered his usual drink, Sex on the Beach. Dominic was back in his element. He loved working at the club. Meeting new people and finding others to invited downstairs.

After getting his drink, he scanned the crowd. It was the normal clientele. Club Reign offered something for everyone. Tonight, the dancer did numbers from the 1960s. The Beach Boys blasted across the club and everyone was dressed in typical 60’s style swimsuits. Soon, the song would change and so would the wardrobe.

As Dominic made his way across the club, Reign caught his eye. The woman was gorgeous, too bad she never mixed business and pleasure because he wouldn’t mind riding that ass into next week. Reign was tall, probably around five-foot-ten and full-figured. Not fat, but she had a little extra meat in all the right places. With long, wavy brown hair and tattoos covering most of her body, she was a bombshell. Most people called her a queen and it was easy to see why. The way she carried herself, and the confidence she exuded – definitely made her look the part.

As she glanced over his way, Dominic inclined his head in greeting. He watched as she left her seat at one of the small bars, and walked towards his. He didn’t know if she did it on purpose, but her hips swayed to the rhythm of the music. Dressed in her typical black attire and signature bright red stiletto heels, she currently stood over six-feet tall, equal to his height.

You have someone waiting for you downstairs, she said, directly into his ear.

Who? Dominic didn’t recall having anyone on the schedule today; hence, why he had invited the college girl from earlier.

Margaret.

She didn’t need to say anymore. Dominic knew exactly who she was talking about. Margaret was the wife of a local Politician. According to her, she had married for money, not love. And was desperate for a little kink in her life when she had heard from a friend about the services offered here. It took a while for Reign to allow the woman in and also a bit of… insurance. But since that first night, she had been hooked and quickly became a regular.

One of Dominic’s regulars.

Thanks, he told Reign, and head towards the back.

Guess college co-eds would just have to wait, he thought to himself.

Stepping into the elevator, he waved his keycard in front of the reader and pressed the appropriate button for the basement. As the elevator descended, Dominic downed the rest of his drink and took a few deep breaths. It was time to get into character.

No longer was he Dominic Rissi. Now, he was just Dom…

Chapter Two

Dominic

He opened the door and stepped into the room. Margaret was in her normal spot, waiting on her knees in the middle of the room.

Dom smiled to himself.

He slowly walked over to the table, taking his time to select the perfect toy to play with tonight. He knew, the longer he waited, the more anxious she would get. Not to mention, the more her pleasure would be heightened.

He grabbed the flogger and stuffed a pair of fur-lined handcuffs into his back pocket. With slow deliberate steps, he walked up behind her and stood there. Dom counted... 1, 2, 3… When he reached thirty, Dom reached down and grabbed a hand full of Margaret’s hair. He didn’t pull; he wasn’t some prick-ass fuckboy. No, he just grabbed it and held on.

Stand, he ordered.

Yes, Master, she replied, quickly doing as she was told.

What are you doing here, Margaret? Dom demanded. Today is not your day.

I need you, Master.

He let go of her hand and leisurely let his hand glide down her neck, then lower, down the length of her back. Dom felt her sigh as she exhaled.

With a flick of his wrist, the flogger smacked her ass – first one globe, then the next, leaving pink lines across her flesh.

Margaret moaned.

I know what you want, he whispered. But you will have to wait. First, your punishment.

Punishment? she asked.

Yes. This was Dom’s favorite part. You barged in here and demanded to see me. That’s not part of the rules, Margaret. And for that, you will be punished.

Dom noticed her intake of breath.

Table, he said. Now.

Margaret hurried over to the table and stood quietly. She already knew the rules. Do as she was told, or the punishment would be severe. The moment she walked into this room, all her free will was gone. The only way to end the visit was to use her safe word. And so far, Margaret hadn’t used it. Truth be told, she was one of his favorites. Margaret was game for anything as long as he ordered it.

Do you remember your safe word? he asked. It was a question he asked before every session.

Yes, she sighed.

Say it, he ordered.

Orange, she replied.

Good girl, Dom praised.

Grabbing the blindfold that hung from the corner of the table, Dom raised her face to his. Lust bloomed in her eyes. The look fit her well and had his dick hardening behind his zipper.

Turn.

He waited for her to turn around, placing her front towards the table. Pulling the cuffs from his pocket, he grabbed her arms and raised them above her head. Sliding the cuff through the metal loop at the top of the table, he cuffed one of her hands, and then the other. Once she was securely in place, Dom reached for the remote and pressed a button. The table slowly lowered, placing her parallel with the floor.

Now standing at her feet, Dom slowly grazed his fingertips over her ankle, up her calf, and to the back of her thigh. He liked how goosebumps formed, over her skin, in his wake; but he’d never admit that. Part of being good at what he does is never admitting pleasure.

What shall your punishment be, Margaret? Dom asked, not that he would care what her answer would be. He already knew what he’d planned to do.

I don’t know, Master, she whispered. Dom could hear the lust in her voice.

Well, then.

Dom walked over to the table and reached above it to the wall, grabbing the leg spreader. This would be something new for them. While he was there, he grabbed a few more items and put them in various pockets.

He walked back over to where she was laid out and using one hand, spread her legs wide. Dom then placed the spreader between them and strapped her ankles in. Pulling the leather whip from his back pocket, he ran it up one leg and down the other.

Oh, Dom said. What to do…?

Before he could give her a chance to speak, Dom slapped the flogger against her ass. One side and then the other. With her legs spread, he could see the wetness of her pussy. Using the ends of the flogger, he lightly dragged the strands across her vag.

Margaret moaned and tried