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Dominating the Dominatrix

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Darya Pappas is a highly intelligent woman with an axe to grind. After being kicked out of her family at the age of eighteen, the actions of her father and the man he was indebted to put her on a course of employment which left a bitter taste in her mouth. Despite finding out during the course of her work in the streets, how much she enjoyed wielding a whip, the rest of it left her with anger and bitterness and a desire for revenge.

Her plan was simple. She would find a way to ruin her family for disowning her and when she finished this task her next plan was to take on the man who precipitated her father's rejection of her. It was of course Kostas Masalis' fault for not only refusing to consider using her as a bargaining chip in her father's attempt to recoup the money he'd lost to Kostas, but also for trying to force her to marry his scumbag of a brother. Had he simply pointed out to her father the insanity of offering a child up for cash, perhaps her life would have been different.

When billionaire aeronautical engineer Kostas Masalis learns the outcome of his involvement in the life of Darya Pappas, he immediately feels regret. When he sees her again eight years after the first and only time he'd seen her, he is struck with the realization he'd made a grave mistake. The little quiet nerd was actually a vibrant, beautiful sexy woman who he knew would be a perfect submissive to his dominant needs. He erred in not taking her for his wife eight years ago and it's a mistake he intends to rectify.

Darya sees the opportunity to begin exacting her revenge the moment Kostas sets his sights on making her his submissive. She will play his game as long as he plays hers and, in the end, she will destroy his pride. Now all she has to do is keep her heart from being destroyed along with him because she is about to learn not everything about revenge is clear cut and when the heart is involved, even the gentlest of whips can leave lasting scars.

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Let the Revenge Commence
Darya really needed to stop checking out the social media pages of her sisters. Her heart was breaking as she examined the photos of her two sisters sitting poolside at their parents’ home smiling broadly for the selfie. She had just agreed to a three-billion-dollar business transaction with her two best friends and instead of feeling on top of the world, she was moping in the back room of her favorite b**m parlor. BDSM. Most people heard the term and immediately their minds went to violent pornography with safe words, a Red Room thanks to Fifty Shades of Grey and rough s*x. It could, of course include any of those things but for Darya Pappas, b**m was about a very delicate balance of consent and boundaries. It was a s****l experience she had learned about when she’d been forced to grow up overnight when her father had disowned her. Despite the difficulties his treatment had caused her, becoming a dominatrix was one of her favorite accomplishments. When she had turned eighteen, she had been ruthlessly thrown from her parents’ house because she had refused to do what her father had demanded of her. She shifted in the velvet seat as the memory filled her again. Her father had gotten in a mess mismanaging money and he was in debt to a young billionaire, Kostas Masalis. He’d been twenty-five when he’d stood in her father’s living room and had refused her father’s offer of Darya to be his bride. He had sneered condescendingly at her and then said he’d take the little nerd for a wife to his little brother. Unfortunately for Darya, she was well aware of his kid brother. He'd date raped a woman she went to high school with and his big brother had swept it under the rug. She’d refused outright. She wasn’t going to marry an abusive piece of s**t. Kostas had simply nodded and told her father he had a week to get the millions of dollars back to him or he would be back to take the money out in another form. The moment Kostas had left the house her father had smacked her. For the first time in her entire life, Darya had been struck by her parent in anger. He then had kicked her dog. She had cried, begged, and pleaded with him to not be so cruel but he’d thrown her out. “Go to Masalis and agree to wed his brother to lower the family debt or never come back.” Her mother had stood proudly next to her husband and called her a disgrace and swore at her for sacrificing her family for her own selfish needs. She had begged from the driveway and when she’d caught sight of her twin hissing at her from the window above, she’d pleaded for her to help. Lyra had managed to put a bunch of things into a backpack, her purse with her driver’s license and her passport shoved into it and her laptop. She’d dropped it down to her. A week later she had tried to return and her father and mother had not only refused her entry but had her arrested for trespassing. Her sister had been furious with her for coming back stating she had ruined everything by not agreeing to marry Jurek. She’d been stunned by the hostility displayed to her by her twin. So, she had left. In doing so, she’d found herself eighteen, homeless and broke. What she did have was an acceptance letter from MIT in Boston and so she made her way from California to the East Coast of the USA. The problem was, she needed to make money on the way. She had washed dishes in restaurants in exchange for food, panhandled and took offerings from anyone who felt bad for her. It had taken her five weeks to get from California to Boston. In one particular state, she had been picked up hitchhiking by a trucker. The man had been quite kind and had driven her through two more states and had offered her a warm place to sleep several nights in a row. When she’d reached Chicago, Illinois, she had gone to a homeless shelter and had met a couple of girls her age who were also s*x workers. One night of sucking d**k for twenties was enough to tell her it was imperative to get to Boston and get funding for school because without an education and no real-world experience due to her being a spoiled rich kid, she was likely to end up a s*x trade worker far more than the one night and it terrified her. She hadn’t been completely innocent before that night. She’d had a couple of boyfriends in high school she had exchanged oral s*x with but doing it for money hadn’t felt right for her. It was disgusting and degrading and she’d hated it, despite being able to eat that night. She’d reached New York and hungry and desperate, she’d found herself on a corner again. Another girl had brought her under her wing, pulled her off the corner and had her working in an underground brothel her very first night. She had insisted she wouldn’t do intercourse and the madam had agreed to slowly ease her into the job. Then one John had asked her to spank him. She’d been stunned by his request. He had gone one step further and asked her to use a flogger on him. She had been riding horseback since she was walking. She had even been in rodeos and knew how to swing a lasso with ease. As a result, when the man had asked her to hit him with a form of a whip, she’d hesitantly agreed. She’d slapped his ass per his request with the flogger and had been stunned when after the tenth strike he’d orgasmed in a shout which had reverberated off the walls of the tiny room. The power which had coursed through her veins at the notion she could make a man orgasm without touching him with her body had been immense. The madam had let her keep her entire tip of five hundred dollars. That night instead of sleeping on a park bench, she’d stayed in a motel. For four weeks she worked in the parlor, banking her money and alternating motel rooms and park benches. Then she’d been arrested for vagrancy. The police officer treated her as if she were a runaway and insisted her family must have been worried for her. He had been so kind and had convinced her to call home. So, she had. Her father had responded and made it clear to her and the officer listening in, he only had two children, Lyra, and Kristin. The cop had bluntly asked if he was serious and in response her father had simply hung up on him. She had cried. She told the kind officer it was okay because she was really smart and she would find a way to make it to Boston, without her asshole of a father’s help. She explained all she needed was an opportunity to apply for financial aid and to claim her scholarships and she would have a place to stay on campus. The cop had taken her home with him. She had been worried he wanted something from her but he’d put her up in his spare room, fed her and then the next day, he drove her straight to Boston. He took her to the campus at MIT and demanded to speak to the Dean of Admissions. He told them he was her guardian as her family was out west and couldn’t make it to accompany her. The Dean had pulled her records from her applications, noted her near perfect grades, and immediately confirmed her acceptance to her program remained standing. When the kind officer had paid for her to stay in a hostel-type hotel until school started and her dorm room was available, she had broken down in tears. Officer Pence had been a knight in shining armor for her. He had set her up and made sure she had everything she needed before he had returned to New York City but within days she had realized she had missed the work she had been doing for the madame in New York. She found a similar club in Boston, again underground, and began working the rooms where she could be the dominatrix to men who enjoyed licking her boots. Two weeks after being in Boston she had reached out to her sister via a messaging system, letting her know she was safe. Lyra’s response had been to say ‘who cares’ and complained she had gotten into Stanford but couldn’t attend because their father couldn’t afford her tuition and her grades weren’t high enough for scholarships like Darya’s. She blamed her for not doing what her father wanted. She had been stunned. Her father had embezzled and yet she was the family scapegoat. Despite it being his debt, he had made everyone believe it was a family debt and it was her fault they were in ruins. It didn’t seem fair and she had decided to never reach out again. Her last message ever directly sent to her sister were angry words and she regretted them to this day. Too bad you can’t go to school because I inherited brains and you inherited looks. Maybe if you had spent more time studying and less time blowing the football team you might still be able to go to school. The words still haunted her. Since then, she had stalked her siblings from a distance. She knew every aspect of their lives and last weekend her twin had married one of her father’s business associates. She didn’t know if it was Lyra’s decision or not considering she knew her father was still a swindler. She had watched the video Dimitra had hacked from the videographer company for her and had been stunned to hear her sisters both sadly discussing how much they missed her. Lyra saying being on the receiving end of her father’s wrath had really let her know how awful things must have been for Darya had opened wounds which had never fully healed. Their father stealing their trust funds and gambling their lives away had dwindled the girls’ affection for him. Lyra had even gone so far to say she was worried about Darya since they hadn’t heard anything from her in years. The urge to reach out to her sister and let her know she was well and had made a life for herself was overwhelming. She stared at the photo and considered for a half moment liking the photo and then jumped when her phone rang in her hands. She giggled at her fear and racing heart over the phone ringing and answered it. “Shouldn’t you be causing havoc in your house?” “Yes, but instead I’m sitting outside a warehouse.” To her ears it appeared Dimitra was stressed out and she instantly leaned forward, worry making her wish she could see her face. Dimi had been saying for years she had been a mafia enforcer in her past life. If she had her way, she would get Dimi to have Miklos hire her in Dimi’s stead. She was certain she was as tough as her friend but Dimi sounded sad tonight. It seemed Dimitra’s insistence she would be able to maintain distance from the violence of the family despite being around them again was off the mark. “f**k, I told you they’d suck you back in. Break a face for me.” “Darya, do you know how your father paid for your sister’s wedding?” Darya groaned loudly and wondered what the hell her father had done now. “Oh f**k no. Please tell me my father didn’t borrow from Miklos or your father. Though it sounds like something stupid he would do. Has he offered to sacrifice one of my sisters like he did me? I’ll kill him.” “They think he may have embezzled from the company; the one Kostas took possession of.” She froze with the comment. A bubble of laughter erupted from her chest as she considered the ramifications of what Dimi was telling her. Kostas Masalis had kept her father around and it was biting him in the ass. “Oh, it’s brilliant. I love it. I can’t believe he was so stupid to keep my father on in the company. He should have taken it or killed him when he had the chance. Instead, he kept him on. What a f*****g idiot.” “You hate him huh?” “I would love for them to get locked in a room together and murder each other,” Darya knew her words were cold but she meant it deep down in her soul. She hated them both. f**k Masalis. f**k her father. “The con artist versus the egomaniacal heartless billionaire. I’d buy popcorn to watch the show.” “If your dad was hiding money, where would he hide it.” There was a question, Darya sighed. Her father was pretty damn good with a computer and he was even better at hiding s**t. “You’re the hacker,” Darya said simply. “I’d say his cell phone, or his laptop would give you access.” She took a deep breath, “I assume since you’re calling me, your family is involved now. Do me a favor then?” When Dimitra was quiet, she took a breath, meaning everything she was about to say. “If you kill him, carve his liver out and I’ll feed it to Jinx. He broke her little ribs to hurt me for refusing to comply with marrying Jurek.” More than she wanted revenge for herself, her poor little dog deserved to snack on her old man’s corpse. Bastard. “I wish I had your horsewhip. I’d give him lashes on your behalf.” Dimi’s words made her smirk. She wished she could take the whip to her father’s bare flesh as well. Dickhead. “If you really want to hurt him, Dimi, find his money and take it all. He doesn’t care about anything else. If Kostas Masalis hasn’t been able to find it, then the only person who can is you. Take his money, make him watch you take it and then when he realizes he has nothing left, cut his nuts off, and make him eat them. Then bring me his liver.” “I’ll start with finding his money.” She felt nauseous as she thought of the video of her sisters saying they missed her. They were victims too and while her twin might have had a lapse in judgement it was clear to her it was no longer the case. “Dimi?” “What babe?” “My sisters?” “They’re off limits. We’ll make sure.” “Thanks. Burn the rest.” She hung up without another word and wiped a tear off her cheek. It was beginning. She had given instructions to initiate the destruction of her father. She wanted him to pay. She looked around the lounge and decided she couldn’t do this tonight. She needed to go home, hug Jinx tight and fight the feeling of regret for not being directly involved in her father’s punishment. She hoped Dimitra put a bullet in his head. Her friends would be upset with her for being so callous but in her heart, the man who had tossed her out and his wife who had supported his decision, had been in the back of her head every time she had to put a d**k in her mouth to survive. He needed to pay. They all needed to pay.

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