Reborn As His Obsession

Chapter 17

Dom's POV

It was all Vonn’s idea. Our group was simple, we nicknamed ourselves the velvet gentlemen's club, and since then, we just called ourselves the gentlemen's club since velvet seemed like too much of a stress to add.

Most of what we did was to spend money at clubs and lounges for women to fulfil our fantasies. Vonn had something about exhibitionism that he never confessed aloud, but watching him closely, I could already tell.

Lucas and Jacobs were rather too privy of whatever their kinks were. But I was sure that all of us shared one thing, and that was that we loved women.

I had met Stacy at one of these club tours. She was the exact definition of what I needed in my woman. Body defined to a T, bold, wild and opened to exploring.

Everything was going fine, and she even accepted my proposal for a relationship. I didn't think that everything was happening too fast until she came up one day to say that she wasn't interested in our relationship anymore.

Well, I was the almighty Dominic Steele who was assured that there was still a plethora of women to choose from. However, the heartbreak with Stacy made me become celibate for longer than I ever expected.

Eighteen months of no s*x. If anyone told me I could do that, I would have called them a liar. Maybe it was because I poured out everything in me into f*****g Stacy. I worshiped her body, and now it seemed like I couldn't do same with another.

When I met up with my bros from the velvet gentlemen's club, the trio were talking of their new club establishment that they had in mind. They were still in the process of building their club for kink exploration. They spoke about lots of things—investment, pulling of funds, taxes and the rest.

“What about you, Dominic? Are there any weird kinks in your head?”

I turned to look at Jacobs and inhaled deeply. I was barely listening to their conversation. Rather, I was wondering why I found it hard to be aroused within the eighteen months of my breakup. This wasn't me, I was a stallion.

“A celibate guy like me doesn't even know what it means to have a kink,” I sighed and kept clicking the pen in my hand.

Vonn focused on me with quite a surprised look on his face. “How long have you been celibate?”

“Eighteen months at least.”

“Eighteen what? That's at least a year and six months. We can't go ahead with a club establishment if on of us is not in the spirit of fucking.”

I stifled a laugh at Jacob's statement. I wish it was that easy.

He moved closer to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. “You have a kink, don't you?” He asked with a mischievous grin on his face. “Come on bro, we need to know what all four of us like so that our club can function properly.”

I placed a hand on my chin and he lifted his hand from my shoulders. “The girls that dance, the strippers.”

“So, you have a kink for strippers? Doesn't sound out of the ordinary at all. Kinks are supposed to be weird.” Jacob lit up a cigarette and drew a deep puff. Sometimes I hated his smoking addiction. He smoked at the slightest moment.

“One thing is clear though, and that is that you need to get laid. Eighteen months of celibacy sounds like torture. Let's do your kink for you. You get laid by a stripper.”

“Okay,” I said, raising my hand in mock surrender.

I didn't expect Jacobs and the guys to make plans so fast. They were treating my a year and half period of celibacy like I was a teenager and it was my first time having s*x.

All I wanted was to choose one dancer from the strip club. Someone sexy, bold, and willing to sin with me.

I reclined in the VIP room that night and the first girl entered. She came inside, biting her lower lip and sticking out her tongue in a way that looked like she was pouting.

I wondered if there were some men that found such behaviour cute, because it was a bit of a turn off for me. Anyways, they weren't briefed on what I wanted, so I decided to let it slide.

When she kept pouting her lips and I couldn't take it anymore, I demanded that she leave. Did some men really take such behaviour as being cute?

The second came inside, and to be frank, I might have chosen her because she kept a really gentle face, looked innocent and had just about the perfect face frame. But looking at the other parts of her body, she seemed way too thin. I hoped this wasn't a minor. I asked for her age and was relived when she mentioned 24. She didn't look twenty four in the slightest. She looked f*****g fifteen or sixteen. I had to dismiss her because of that.

The third and fourth decided to overstep their boundaries. The third girl stripped off her bra when I didn't demand for it, while the fourth was sharp-mouthed and kept on interrupting me whenever I spoke. I had no room to pamper overly sassy girls and I dismissed them.

I was informed that there were only seven people and I was left with three. Why were these women difficult. Maybe next time, I'd state exactly what I want.

The fifth one wore a short gown. I wondered who let her into the clubhouse when that wasn't even the entry outfit. I dismissed her before she could do anything.

The sixth one almost impressed me, but I had already made up my mind that I couldn't choose any of the girls from here.

I was about ordering the men to cancel all further auditions, before an intrusive thought of mine advised that I give the seventh girl a chance.

When she came in, she was blonde. She looked really nervous and as I looked at her, she kept avoiding my gaze. I didn't know if someone ratted out to her that I loved my women in yellow outfit. I knew it was weird when everyone thinks I should be macho to the core, but yellow happens to be one of my favourite colours.

Her hair was blonde and it complimented her red lipstick. Her curves were moulded in all the right places. I wondered if she knew the type of effect that she had on men.

As she began dancing, I made it known to her that she was a terrible dancer. For a moment, I felt like I was harsh when I saw as she hung her head low in embarrassment from my reveal.

Having a woman dancing for me wasn't the only thing I had in my kink. Infact, it was just a surface level thing. The main stuff I loved was deeper than stripping or dancing.

Looking at her face, her body movements and that demure aura surrounding her, I could already predict that she'd make a perfect candidate for what I wanted.

I saw the surprised look on her face was I handed her my house address.

When I met her at my place, I wasn't in a particularly good mood. I had just returned from facing a law suit regarding the building we were setting up for our club.

Like I always say, I dislike when people don't listen to my instruction. I had passed information through my housekeeper that she should be ready without a single cloth on my body.

I expected her to follow my instructions, because my first impression of her at the club was that she was a ‘good girl’

I didn't expect to meet her still dressed up and moving her body like she was trying to seduce me. She reminded me of the first girl that auditioned at the club.

When I took the move of tearing down the clothes, I noticed her eyes getting watery. I was almost forced to apologize but restrained myself. This definitely wasn't the first time that she was doing something like this. I was sure that all the girls that auditioned were experienced.

However, I noticed her growing uncomfortable after her clothes were torn off. A frown settled on my face as she took her hands to her breasts to cover them. She was a stripper after all, so why was she behaving like a f*****g virgin that had never seen a d**k before.

I don't know why, but that little display did something to me. I didn't stop her when she left wearing my jacket. To be frank, she look cute in my oversized brown jacket.

As she left, all deals with her was meant to be cut off, but something still perturbed me about her. Why did I feel like she was the girl who could walk down this road of kink exploration with me?

“Who exactly is she?” I asked Richard.

“Her name is Bella, and I can look into more details about her for you.”

“Good, you should definitely do that.” I said in response.