MEDIA IS RONALD DIXON
"Hey man, do you know where the manager is?" I ask as I walk through the low light area and tap a half naked guy standing by a knots station. "Um, no man he just left actually. Are you Wyatt?" He asks and I nod sticking my hand out. "Yes Wyatt Princeton from the Porn Palace and you are...?" I ask and he sticks his hand back in. "I'm a regular here. My names Ronald. I'm a Dom to some of the girls here." He says and I nod looking around at the scene around me.
Maxwell said he needed a favor and this was me filling it. I was and a BDSM club about 20 minutes out of town and I was supposed to just help people set up the equipment right and be "eyecandy" for the women. "How does one become a regular around here?" I ask and he shrugs leaning about the wall behind him. "Well I have this thing about control. I like things to be a certain way. This is the best place to find willing, submissive women to duck honestly." He say and I nod and look around at the girls.
"I thought this wasn't an actual sex club. Just a place of congregation." I say and he nods and bites his lips and he turns to me. "It was until I met this girl here a couple months ago, good is she a fiery pistol. She's so deffient and so obedient at the same time. I thinks she's that way because of her daddy issues. But hey, who doesn't love a girl who was neglected by there father. It means there just looking for a daddy to fill that empty hole." He say, nudging my shoulder. I nod and chuckle even though I don't quite agree with him and he looks at me with a narrowed look.
"You know, you look really familiar." He says, and I raise a brow and shrug. "I mean, I'm from the porn palace..... where do you think you saw me?" I say in obviousness and he nods and chuckles. "Okay, you've got me there. What about you man, do you have a girl in your life?" He asks and I feel my heart hurt a bit at this.
"Someone special yes, but we aren't together anymore." I say and he furrows his brows stepping in front of me. "You're letting one piece of pussy get you held up. Man, you're a porn star. If that piece leaves you ,you have plenty more to come around and fill up." He says as if it was the simplest thing in the world.
"The thing is, she wasn't just a piece of pussy man, I was in love with her." I say and I notice a familiar face come up beside Ronald. Her eyes widen and looks up at Ronald with confusion. "Sir, who is this?" She asks and I squint my eyes in disbelief.
"This is is Wyatt. He is filling in for some of the guys tonight. Wyatt. This is my slave, Ivy." He says and I feel my heart tighten and I place my hand out for her to shake, trying to play what ever game she was playing. "Nice to meet you sir." She says and bows after the shake. "You don't have to bow down to me." I say with a smile and Ronald chuckles.
"I wouldn't encourage her defiance if I were you. This one is a real wild fire." He says gripping her ass roughly and Ivy blush and bites her lip, looking down. She looks at me and looks at my shirtless form and cuts eyes at me. Making eye contact with me and making me feel warm. I look her over and see her in her bustier and tight skinny jeans. She looks very tempting.
"Wyatt actually I think they need you in the masochistic room. Cause I just seen Jared. Actually you know, god talk to him and see where they need you." He says and I nod, knowing that he just seen me checking out Ivy.
He broadens his chest as I walk away and turn to Ivy. I turn away and I look around for anyone I can. I ask many people who Jared is until I finally come across a black guy in leather pants and a cowboy hat. He looked like a stripper from his stature and the way he carried himself.
"Yes that's me. Can I help you sir?" He asks with a very professional voice and it throws me off. "Yes my name is Wyatt and I think I'm supposed to be in the masochist room? I was hired for tonight by ...I think his name was Greg." I say and he nods. "You are but you were in the right place man. Where you just came from is the pain room." He says and my eyes widen.
Ivy better be the one giving out pain.
I turn away from him with a short goodbye and walk back finding Ivy bent over with her hand behind. She has a ball gag in her mouth and she whimpers in pain as I watch a riding crop come down on her large bottom and I crack my knuckle. Why is she doing this?
Does she enjoy getting hurt? She does look to be in any pleasure at all. I step forward she looks up and shakes her head, before looking back at Douche Bag Ronald.
It's official. Any guy that goes around Ivy is a Douche bag. It makes me angry I sat there and listened to how he talked about her. Thinking of her as just some piece of ass he can use any time he wants. What was Ivy doing. This is the second guy I have seen her with this week.
She was a sweet girl who would never to this. I knew that was her. This wasn't her. Yes she was kinky but this guy is plain sadistic.
I couldn't watch this, so I turned around and did my job. I became eye candy and shut up, while looking pretty.
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Porn Prince
Romance-/SEQUEL TO PORN PRINCESS\- A relationship that never even got to run its course ended too quickly for Wyatt's liking. Wyatt wants Ivy. He needs her. Having only himself and his sister after his mother dies he finds that he wants someone else in his...
