Ace-Savage Saints MC

Ace Flipping over onto my back, I untied Lyla's hands. She flicked off the blindfold and sighed. "Ya know Ace, no one has ever fu*ked me like you. You're insatiable." I grunted. Knowing exactly where this was going. Don't get me wrong. It was nice having tail available at the club. A few taquila shots in and I was in no shape to drive to Club Red. I also didn't have to worry about aftercare. Lord knows they would get the wrong idea. But these club wh*rs were clingy and definitely couldn't handle my full dominance. Making my way to the bathroom, I relieved myself and brought back a glass of water, handing it to her. She gulped it down, a smile on her face. Not moving, I watched as she set it down, lying back down and bringing the blanket up to her chin. "You know the drill, Lyla. I'll help you to your room." She pouted. Like actually pouted. I internally rolled my eyes. I never brought club girls to Club Red. I was not about to mix that. The women I fu*ked at Club Red knew the drill. We fu*k, I give them aftercare and we move along. I never claimed a sub. That meant feelings, and I was not about that life. The look I gave her must have given her a boot to the as*. She huffed and stood up, picking her scattered clothes up off the ground. "You know I can accompany you to the club if you would let me. I know we could have a good time." She drawled out. Sliding her hands down my naked chest. "No. We can't. If you don't meet my boundaries, we don't need to do this again, Lyla. I can find another club girl who understands." She stomped out of the room, slamming the door hard enough to rattle the walls. Note to self, leave her alone no matter how many shots I consume. I entered the shower, steam curling around me. Letting my forehead fall into the cold tile. Fu*k. Would I ever be happy? I wasn't depressed but I felt hollow. The only time I felt alive anymore was when I was at Club Red or torturing some fu*k that was threatening the Souls lives. I wrapped a towel around my waist. Drying off, I dressed and went downstairs. Whiz was nursing a drink, tapping at his laptop deep in thought. I took the seat next to him. "Let me guess, another night of unfulfilled release?" He smirked. Even though me and Whiz were different kinds of doms, he understood. This lifestyle wasn't for everyone. It was hard to find a sub who truly met your expectations. But when you did, it was earth-shattering. Or so I heard. I was a full-time dom. 24 hour submission. Most women I have encountered couldn't handle that, and it was understandable. I was asking a lot. But they were out there. Subs who lived for total submission. I had encountered a few who enjoyed it in the bedroom, but outside of it, they wanted nothing to do with it. Whiz, on the other hand, liked himself some brats. He loved the pushback. The strong-willed ones who, after hours of work finally would beg for submission. "Don't look so somber man, we will find our final subs one day." He slapped my back. I grunted. "Naw man. I'm not getting any younger. I just have to come to terms with aimless nights of fun. I'm alright with it." He shook his head and walked away, laptop in tow. Taking that as a sign, I sighed, stood and headed to bed. I woke up the next morning with a slight headache. I knew the taquila was a bad idea, but after my talk with Diablo I needed the escape. Don't get me wrong. I cared for Alex. She was perfect for Diablo. Also, sweet as pie. After all the sh*t she went through with the fu*ker Cal she grew into a wonderful woman. But I'd be lying if his words didn't hurt. He had faith I'd find "the one". I didn't mean to shoot him down so harshly, but I didn't see it happening. Not in my lifestyle. I dressed and headed to Hatchets office. He had wanted me to start amping up security at our latest purchase, Trixie's. It was a strip club we had just renovated last month. Staff had been hired and would be starting tonight. "Yo Ace. Security enabled?" Ya got all the surveillance up and running, got two doormen and three security guys inside. One by the stages, one by the bar and one by the dressing rooms." He hummed in appreciation. Growing up on the streets with my younger sisters, I had a natural gift for protecting. I thrived on it. Even in the bd*m world, protection meant everything. "I'll hang out there tonight and make sure everything runs well, but I have confidence in the guys. " "I never doubt you, Ace. You haven't failed us yet. Just make sure sh*t runs smoothly tonight, and then I need you to update the cells. Just in case we have another Saint incident." "Got it prez" I saluted as I left his office. This should be an easy enough nice. Boy was I wrong.