Page 29 of Vengeance of Childhood Proportions (Till Death Do Us Part #7)

Chapter Nineteen

Mal

I stormed into the club. When Valentino called me and told me my little owl looked ready to cry…? Fuck, that did something inside of me. Something dark and twisted churned, demanding retribution. And for what? So Dominique could play the brat and get punished?

Not this time. She’d hurt my little owl in her game. That would not be forgiven. Valentino assured me that her punishment would not be one she enjoyed.

He better fucking hope it wasn’t. Otherwise, I would have to step in—and I guarantee neither he nor Dominique would like those consequences.

One of the waitresses, Donna, was sitting at the front desk.

She jumped at my entrance, her eyes going wide.

I did not bother to sign in or stop by the lockers to drop off my phone.

The only reason I didn’t have my gun and badge on me was because they were already in my car safe from starting my drive back to Juneau.

My day had turned from crappy to shitty in the span of minutes.

Not only did Mira and I have to go back to Atelihai Valley, but I now had a pile of files that we’d taken from the police station that we would have to go through tomorrow.

Carr was reassigning some of our other cases to different agents, as none of us had a good feeling about what was happening in Atelihai Valley.

And unfortunately Mira and I were at the mercy of the ferry schedule to get us back, making me late for my date with my little owl.

I hurried into the main room, my eyes immediately going to the bar. There she was, sitting at the end with that fucking sexy mask, eating a pizza and chatting with Joey. One of the other bartenders was taking care of the other patrons while Joey was occupied.

“Ah, Master Mal has finally arrived.”

My attention was drawn to the front stage where Liam had been setting up the deflowering ceremony the day before. Valentino was now standing on the stage with nearly everyone in the main room gathered around the base. It was late enough in the evening that the place was nearly packed.

The heads and bodies prevented me from seeing what was at Valentino’s feet on the stage.

“Won’t you join me?” Valentino offered, holding his hand out in invitation.

“A moment?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

Valentino lowered his arm and nodded. Even at our distance, I would swear I saw approval in his eyes.

I headed towards the bar. As soon as she saw me, my little owl’s face lit up. That right there would be worth what was about to happen on stage, but fuck, it still cut deep that she’d nearly been in tears.

Just as I had the night before, I placed my arms on the bar on either side of her body. Caging her in. Only this time, she was facing towards me and her thighs spread to welcome me closer to her.

My lips came down on hers, fully aware that our first kiss had a fucking audience. Her fists gripped my dress shirt tightly.

The kiss wasn’t gooey or overly romantic. Actually, it was a bit sloppy. And instinct told me that kissing was also something my little owl was not used to doing. That was fine by me, though. I was more than happy to teach her.

“Little Owl,” I greeted, barely lifting my mouth off of hers.

“Master Mal,” she replied. “Thank you for my pizza.”

“Of course, sweetheart.” I stepped back slightly, needing to see her face. She was wearing a black wig tonight but the same blue contacts. “I need to go join Master Valentino on stage. Would you like to go upstairs to wait for me?”

She bit her lip, glancing at the stage. “Will you…” Her eyes dropped. “I have no right to ask this of you, Master Mal, as we have not discussed an arrangement between us, but I don’t want you to punish her.”

I touched my fingers below her chin and gently nudged her until she looked up at me. “You don’t want me to punish her or you don’t want me to fuck her?”

My little owl swallowed, but she did not back down. Good girl. “Both.”

My lips twitched. “I promise, Little Owl. I will only observe to ensure her punishment meets my satisfaction. But you and I are going to discuss terms, and soon.”

Her eyes lit with excitement. “We are?” Then she added, “Sir?”

“We are,” I assured her. “Now, answer my question. Will you stay here or would you like Joey to take you upstairs to finish your pizza?”

She looked to the stage again and then answered, “Upstairs, please.”

“Very well.” I looked over her head at Joey behind the bar. “Stay with her,” I ordered. “I have Room Six reserved. She needs to finish her slice and drink an entire bottle of water by the time I get up there.”

Joey nodded. “Yes, sir.”

I stepped back, offering a hand out to let my little owl jump down from the stool. Fuck, she was so small.

“May I dance while waiting for you, Sir?”

I shook my head. “No, Little Owl, you may not. You will eat your pizza and drink your water as I have instructed.” Lowering my head, I whispered into her ear, “I am the only one you’re allowed to dance privately for.”

Her cheeks heated, but she nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

As she turned away from me, I delivered a sharp pinch to her fuckable ass. She squeaked, but kept going. Joey followed along with her pizza box.

I stayed where I was, waiting until she disappeared up the staircase, and then turned my attention back to the room. It was silent, with nearly every pair of eyes on me.

I strode forward, the couples, throuples, and singles making a path for me as I walked to the stage.

Once I was closer, I saw that Valentino had stripped Dominique naked and had her frog-tied at the edge of the platform.

Her bare pussy glistened at her audience.

The expression she gave me blatantly told me to look, to admire.

I tipped my head up at Valentino, ignoring her. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her frown at my indifference.

Truth was, I wasn’t indifferent. Dominique was a gorgeous woman, and she knew it.

I’d fucked her multiple times over the years because she was easy and available.

She wasn’t a complete brat, but she liked to play games.

She was very aware of how sexy she was, and she often used that to her advantage.

But she’d nearly made my little owl cry.

“What is it you had in mind as her punishment?” I asked Valentino. He stood slightly behind where Dominique was displayed, with his hands behind his back.

“So glad you could join us.” My eyes narrowed at the amused look on his face.

Clearly, he liked seeing how I had greeted my little owl.

Valentino held one hand down to me. I accepted it, allowing the older man to pull me up onto the stage.

To the audience, he spoke, “Earlier this evening, Master Mal called my front desk to leave a message for his submissive. Dominique took that message and then blatantly disregarded it, choosing to not tell Dani that her Master would be late joining her tonight. This transgression will not go unpunished.”

Anticipation practically oozed off of Dominique. She loved being on display, loved this attention. It made me wonder why Valentino had chosen her punishment to be so public. He knew how much Dominique loved an audience.

“Before we get started,” Valentino looked down at Dominique, “is there anything you would like to say to Master Mal?”

She looked coyly up at me, her voice a pitch higher than normal. “Master Mal, I am so sorry. I’ve been a very bad girl and I will accept whatever punishment you and Master Valentino choose to give me.”

I did not answer her, did not give her the satisfaction of my attention.

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” Valentino asked her. “We have nearly a full house tonight. What if I handed out a crop to every Dom in here right now and told them they each got one swat anywhere on your body they desired?”

Despite her arms being tied to her ankles, Dominique somehow was able to still push her full breasts closer together as she cooed, “Oh, yes, please.”

“Because that’s what you desire? Public humiliation? Public domination? You hurt another submissive, knowing it would get you onto this stage.”

Dominique blinked, and I saw the moment she realized that she might have fucked up. “Sir, I?—”

Not all employees of the club were in the lifestyle.

Many, like Joey, weren’t. Others, like Dominique and Noah, were and therefore fell under the same rules as any other member of the club, and any uncollared submissive could receive a punishment from any Master or Mistress, depending on the transgression.

Should an uncollared submissive require punishment, the Dungeon Master had to bear witness.

While Valentino did not have a collar around any of his employed submissives’ throats, he was the Master of the House.

Any punishment could be taken before him to be doled out.

Some even gifted Valentino a punishment towards their sub on his birthday or as a thank you.

In other words, his house, his rules.

Valentino did not give Dominique the opportunity to argue. “You crossed a line, Dominique. Were you anyone else, I would fire you, but that wouldn’t teach you the lesson you so desperately need to be taught.”

She swallowed, suddenly nervous. “Master Valentino, Master Mal, I am so sorry. It will never happen again. Please?—”

Valentino pulled something from behind his back. It was a black and silver chastity belt with a vaginal plug. I recognized the brand and knew it was one that was designed for long term use. It had a round tumbler key and lock on the waistband.

Dominique’s eyes widened. Were the situation anything else, I would have made a cartoon reference to her eyes bugging out of her head. But instead I felt a twisted satisfaction by this punishment.

“Master Mal, you were the one she wronged. It was your sub she hurt. How long will she wear the belt for?”

I heard Dominique whimper below me, but I did not look at her, nor did I hesitate. “Two months.”