Piercing a Dom's Heart by Holly Roberts Page A

bad she never gave a shit about him when he was young. He knew his control of the money was all that guided her now.
    After dinner he poured another scotch and dressed for the evening. He knew Damian rented the suite out in his absence but his leathers were hanging in the closet. The only normal routine he managed over the past year was his daily trip to a private gym to relieve the stress from his life. He was glad for it now because everything fit like a glove. He pulled the black leather vest over his bare chest and felt control slide over his tall frame. It wasn’t that he didn’t have control of his business life but this was different. There, he went through the motions hating each second he spent behind a desk.
    This was a discipline that required give and take; a power exchange that would end each night with the ultimate dominant sexual encounter his body craved.
    He entered the private access code at the end of the hallway outside his rooms and then walked onto the elevator which took him to another world. The lighting, sound, and smells hadn’t changed. Here he was Sir with no pressed white shirt or tie required. He bypassed the center attraction which was a large carousel. The naked to half naked men and women were provocatively posed with some straddling the colorful horses waiting for their master’s return. He smiled on his way to the bar where he requested water.
    Bran looked around the club and absorbed the sights and sounds. Several stations to the side of the enormous room were being used which was normal for this time of the evening. There was a large group standing at the second alcove and he decided to have a look.
    The scene was sexy as hell. A redheaded Domme wielded a bullwhip with a master’s precision. It was one of the most provocative things Bran had ever seen. She looked to be six months pregnant and her tight black tank top only accented her curves and the roundness of her belly. She wore leather shorts that formed a v under her protruding stomach.
    “Beautiful isn't she?”
    Bran would know that voice anywhere.
    "Damn sexy if you asked me. Topping that could be the highlight of my trip but maybe we can hold off on the baby until we’ve known each other a while."
    "She isn’t for you because that's my baby in her belly and I don't share."
    Bran's eyes didn't leave the scene. "I wouldn't be sharing either but then again I don't see my future wife with a whip in her hand. Are you being topped these days?"
    Deep laughter was his answer. He turned and looked at his good friend placing his hand out. Damian bypassed the handshake and gave Bran a strong hug. "I'm sorry I didn't make it to the funeral. I knew it would piss your mother off if I came and I felt this was one time I should leave well enough alone."
    "The flowers did the trick. She had trouble holding on to her polite visage when she read your card. It gave me a chuckle so thank you."
    "I'm also sorry to hear about your broken engagement. I'm a happily married man now and I can highly recommend the state of matrimony."
    Bran looked back at the woman who was now kissing a dark haired female sub on the lips. "With that to come home to I can see why."
    "You have no idea.” His grin was self-satisfied. “Lydia requests your presence at dinner tomorrow night. You can come to the club afterwards if you like."
    "I'd love to. I could also use a recommendation for tonight's play if you don’t mind suggesting someone amiable to my tastes."
    An angry voice sounded above the subtle background music. "Get the hell away from me or I'll put a stick of dynamite up your ass."
    "Well fuck." said Damian, "This night just keeps getting better and better. Come on and meet my sister, unfortunately she'll probably be at dinner tomorrow night too."
    Bran followed Damian to the angry voice. An older Dom looked at them when they approached and began apologizing to Damian. "Master D, I only asked her if she would like to do a scene with me on one of her days