His Games, Her Rules

DOMINIQUE

“Who knew refurbishing and reopening Club Rogue for the public would be this successful on our first night,” My younger brother, Leo, says as he stands next to me, arms on the glass panel as we stare at the down level.

“There’s nothing like putting men, women, and alcohol in one room. People like shit like that.” I say, slipping a Cuban cigar in between my lips.

Leo brings out a lighter from his suit jacket and lights the end of the cigar for me.

“Thanks,” I say to him, eyes not leaving the people beneath us.

Club Rogue is my brother’s second establishment. When he came to me five years ago with the idea of opening a club, a sex club actually, and asked me to invest in his idea with assurance I was going to get one-third of his income, I didn’t like the idea. I like to spend my money on things that matter, not things like nightclubs and kink clubs.

My brother and my closest friend think it is weird. They believe since I like to spend most of my weekends in places like Club Rogue, I’d enjoy investing in them and holding stock, but I’d love to disagree. I like to put my money in places that matter, like St. Jose for example, not sex and alcohol.

Call me old-fashioned.

I knew this place was going to be a hit when it first opened and the only reason I put money in it, it’s because my brother owns it. Men that matter in society love to frequent this place. The floor above us is where the real shit happens. People with weird kinks like to hang around there and whatever happens there stays there.

When we were younger, my brother was a secret sadist. He’d get off from a woman being humiliated by him or others. I wasn’t surprised when he came to me confidently that he wanted to open a kink club, and in a city like New York, it was good business.

My brother takes the cigar from between my lips as he takes a drag, spurring out the smoke through his nostril as he passes it back to me. I take it, taking a sip from my glass of whiskey and slipping the cigar back in between my lips.

“I thought you were quitting.” A familiar voice says. I turn toward the source of the voice as my childhood friend and only friend, Oliver, appears on my right side, a blonde woman in his arms.

He gives me a small smile, completely high out of his mind as he takes my cigar from my hand.

“You look like shit,” I say to Oliver.

“Yeah.” He scoffs, eyes fixed on the strippers at the bottom level. “I didn’t think you were coming out tonight,” Oliver says to me.

“Why’s that?”

“I don’t know. Thought you were babysitting Camilla or some shit like that.”

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Oliver turns to the blonde who’s still clinging to his arm, also high as fuck as he removes her fingers from his arm. “Why don’t you go play and I’ll come find you,” he smirks at her. She groans but obeys as she turns around and begins to walk away.

Oliver slaps her on her butt and she squeaks, turning around to give Oliver a slutty grin before disappearing through the door at the far end.

Oliver is a sucker for blondes with big tits. It’s a fetish that he constantly denies, claiming he’s into any kind of woman. Unlike my brother who would fuck anything that so much as show him attention. I’m no saint, of course. I like women, but I don’t go after every pretty little thing that bats their eyelashes at me.

“You good?” Oliver asks me as he rests his arms on the barricade.

“Yeah. Why?” I ask, turning to stare at him before looking away to stare at the party below.

“I think you are a little off tonight.”

“Yeah. I told him that earlier.” Leo chimes in.

“Is it work?” Oliver asks, turning to look at me. “A lot of women have been throwing themselves at you ever since we got here and you’ve done nothing about it.” Yeah?

One thing about being a manwhore, is that your friends get suspicious the minute you don’t fuck a beautiful woman with standards who obviously throw themselves at you.

“He is lucky he got women willing to do anything for his attention. We don’t get that. We shoot our shots. Dom, on the other hand, doesn’t have to shoot his shot and he’s got women willing and ready to worship his feet.”

How do I begin to explain to my friend and my brother that a little tigress has captured my attention and my dick?

Ever since I realized I want her badly than I’d love to admit to myself, I’ve undressed her in my head and fucked her senselessly. The day Sara Hudson came to my house to pleasure me, I facefucked her. It was bad, disgusting, and I didn’t give a shit.

Robyn fucking Denver has captured my attention and I’m not planning on backing out until I have her screaming my name as she begged me to fuck her brains out. And thinking about doing dirty things to her is getting me hard and riled up at the moment.

“What do you guys even see me as? A dog? I had Sara over, I’m not horny.”

“You still fucking that actress? I thought you’d be done with her by now.” Leo says.

“I am done with her,” I say, gulping the remainder of my drink.

“How’s Camilla by the way? Is she gone?” Oliver asks.

“She left this morning,” I answer.

“You know, we all thought you were the one who’s gonna get married, Leonardo,” Oliver says, grinning at Leo.

“What?” Leo scoffs, shaking his head as he chuckles. “Why’s that?”

“You might be a slut, but we all know you’re a secret romantic. You fall in love too easily and you may be the only decent Gray male offspring.”

Wow, I’m offended.

“Wow, Oliver, fuck you,” Leo says and I laugh. “The fact that I may have accidentally fallen in love and the bitch took off with my heart doesn’t mean I fall in love easily.”

Oliver is right. My brother’s weakness is trust. He trusts people too easily and trust can do a lot to a man when he trusts the wrong people. Nobody likes to talk about what happened between him and Nadia and we pretend like it didn’t happen. It was a long time ago with all that memory buried far deep.

“Seriously, what about Dom?” Leo asks.

“We all know Dom is never gonna settle down. If that ever happens, it’s because he wants to get off daily.” Oliver says.

“And even if I want to get off, I don’t need to get married for that reason. Women would fuck you as long as you have the right amount of cash and the words.”

But Robyn doesn’t want the money, I can tell. She wants nothing to do with it. One look at her, you’d know she had lived a luxurious life, and nothing about luxury or wealth fascinates her.

I even believed for a while that the reason she despised me was because of who I am.

But no, it’s something else.

She’s hard to read. I have tried to know what’s going through her head, to know what she’s thinking, but in the end, I don’t get much. Robyn wants you to see what she wants you to see.

She’s mysterious, bold, and all of that plus the fact that she’s feisty turns me the fuck on each time I think about her.

“I’m gonna need another drink,” I grumble, exhaling a breath through my lips.

Leo snaps his fingers at the bar area and a waitress comes running to us.

“Sir.”

“A bottle of whiskey with ice.” My brother says to the waitress.

“Okay, sir.” She leaves.

“If you don’t mind me asking, why did you buy shares from St. Jose?” Leo asks.

“I’m a businessman, Leo. I invest my money in things that would benefit me.”

“Yeah. You have PharmaCare. It’s still the biggest pharmaceutical industry in the country.”

“A man can only want more money,” I mutter, eyes locked on a familiar figure on the dance floor below us.

The lady in red dances to the music, hands in the air as she effortlessly moves with the music. A few men try to talk to her, but she waves them off. She dances like there’s nobody out there, like she’s in her little bubble trying to escape the cruel world.

It’s her.

Robyn Denver. Dressed in a sexy little red dress that exposes a decent amount of skin. Her hair is wavy, cascading down her back like a veil. Her olive skin glows underneath the blue and red lights as she dances.

“Damn, who’s that?” My brother’s voice comes through, breaking me from the spell she had me a few seconds ago.

“She’s probably the sexiest woman on that dance floor. Look at her in that little red dress and that tight ass. Fuck.” Oliver says.

“I’m gonna be right back,” I say, handing my empty glass to my brother as he takes it, confusion written on his face.

“Where are you going?” Leo asks, but I ignore them and climb down the spiral staircase to the floor below.

“Hello, Dom. You wanna have some fun tonight?” Some of the girls working here wrap their arms around me as I peel them off of me.

There’s only one woman on my mind as I look for her on the dance floor.