The Dom Prize (The Dominants by Mina J. Moore

 
     
    DAY 5
     
     
    I knew I was in big trouble when he glared at me.
    “How many fucking times do I have to tell you, Gianna? Don’t look up until I say so.” He shook his head in disappointment as he prowled the parameter of the space.
    “Your time is almost up and you still haven’t managed to learn obedience.”
    With my eyes lowered once more, I dared to question his authority. “May I speak, Sir?” I asked sarcastically.
    His silence told me he was trying to control his annoyance. The bed dipped and I gasped when his mouth touched my thigh followed by the leather crop.
    “I knew this would be a challenge, Gianna. The moment you walked into that party, I knew.”
     
    * * *
     
    The Party
    Something about kinky parties seemed to always draw my attention, so when Karli told me about this one, I was intrigued. Sex toy parties were one thing, full-blown BDSM was quite another. I’d dabbled with both but not publically. I wasn’t about to start, either. Karli promised I wouldn’t have to participate. I could just sit, drink and mingle, which really meant a lot of flirting. She got my agreement on those terms and the fact it was benefiting a charity.
    Brushing my long hair back, I glanced in the mirror and smiled. The red halter pantsuit was a good choice, sexy but not slutty. Just because I was going to this event didn’t mean I had to dress like a prostitute. This was a classy gig. When Karli had given me the invite, the address pretty much sealed the deal. Yeah, this was big money. The doorbell chimed and I finished zipping my boots up before opening the door.
    “Geez woman. You look great,” Karli said.
    I thanked her. Karli was as cute as they came. Dark hair and long lashes that won you over the minute she glanced your way.
    “You don’t look so bad yourself,” I replied
    She made a face. “Hello. Look at you. I don’t have those never ending legs and those perky breasts.”
    I laughed. These legs and boobs had done nothing but attract all kinds of shit-tards my way. Men had a way of not looking past the physical. I did have a brain too.
     
    * * *
     
    We arrived in style. I wasn’t surprised when men in suits took our keys, coats and led us into the mansion. The place was old world elegance and beautifully decorated for the upcoming Valentine’s Day. Miles of red lights ran the length of the room and Cupid ice sculptures sat on the buffet tables.
    I watched Karli interact with the crowd. The girl knew everybody, but when your father owned half the state, it was expected. I wouldn’t be at this gig if Karli hadn’t paid the extravagant fee for the cover. Believe it or not, this would benefit something, just not sure what. Which charity would take money from a bunch of kinky dirties like us? Apparently money was money. I giggled, catching attention.
    Karli introduced me to several people and I was amazed at the predilections of the rich. I was sure there were plenty of important suits and dresses, for that matter, in attendance. My neighbors’ pediatrician could be standing right next to me. Wouldn’t that put Mrs. Jonas over the moon? I lived in a pretty well-to-do apartment building but it didn’t mean my shit didn’t stink. I used the toilet same as everybody else. Well, Mrs. Jonas seemed to think differently and her kids were being raised in the same fantasyland.
    I crossed over to the bar station while Karli continued chatting it up. My neck tingled and I felt eyes on me. Shouldn’t be a surprise. I was in a room full of people who enjoyed sex in a variety of ways. I continued on my way, dying for a drink. When the raffles started, I knew I needed another one. Karli joined me and together we watched as the games went on. A woman who could be my grandmother won the Gorilla Dildo. And damn if she wasn’t ecstatic. Good for her, I thought.
    “We know what she’ll be doing later. Grandpa doesn’t look too happy,” Karli quipped.
    “I’m sure he can’t measure up to that thing.