Chapter 5
five
Damon
Sitting in my condo, I grip my dick as I think about Lily.
Those luscious red lips.
Those curvy, slender hips.
Those sweet, innocent, doe eyes.
I couldn’t stop staring at her.
When I was asked to go check out a potential building for our next family venture, I didn’t realize that I would be introduced to someone like her.
Now, I’m sitting on my leather office chair, staring at photos of Lily from the Sea Side Reality company website, as I stroke my large, hard cock. I imagine her on her knees in front of me, staring up at me as she takes my cock in her sweet mouth.
I let out a growl as I imagine her submitting to me.
A black collar around her neck, a leash in my other hand.
She’s nothing like the women who normally throw themselves at me.
With their seductive stares and forceful attitudes, they were nothing more to me than a quick fuck.
Not someone with whom I could see myself long-term.
They allowed me to live out some of my kinks, but nothing more. But Lily was something else entirely. At first glance, I could tell that she was pure and innocent. Not someone who would be lured into the grasp of a depraved soul like myself. And that turned me on.
I want to bring her into my world. Teach her how to be submissive.
But I knew that was nothing more than a fantasy.
A woman like Lily would never be part of my dark underworld.
She probably had a boyfriend who was a doctor or a lawyer.
She wasn’t wearing a ring, so I knew she wasn’t engaged or married.
No way would she ever look at a man like me, someone in the mafia who owned a secret kink club.
My strokes become more forceful as I feel my climax growing. When I finally come, I feel the warmth flowing down my legs. Closing my eyes, I take in a deep breath before I get up and clean myself off.
Tonight is another party at Shadows. Xavier made sure to post the invites on the social media page where followers learn about the parties. I’ll never understand the workings of social media and how people will blindly follow something, just out of pure curiosity.
I shower and dress in a pair of black dress pants and a white button-down. I can only hope that I can get through tonight without losing myself in fantasies of Lily.
When I arrive at the club, everyone is already there.
Our staff who sign NDA clauses are preparing.
Bar tenders are ensuring we have enough liquor on hand, the servers are dressed in sexy black-and-red leather skirts, and our security team is waiting at the door.
None of our workers has ever seen our faces either.
Xavier motions me over as he heads up the stairs. “We have over three hundred people coming tonight,” he explains.
I follow him up the winding staircase. “I thought we agreed our max was two hundred and fifty,” I responded.
Sure, more people mean more profit for us, but safety has to be considered as well.
“How did we get more people?” I question.
“Warren said there was more interest this time. Who cares? All I know is that this means more money for all of us,” Xavier states.
I spot the rest of the guys seated in our private balcony, masks on, already illuminating the darkness we sit in. Part of the allure of Shadow is that women and men alike try to find out who the masked men are. No one has been successful at identifying us, but many have tried.
Sure, we don’t want to lose the mystery of Shadow, but more than anything, we can’t let anyone know who we really are because of our real jobs.
Being in the mafia, many people around Sunnyvale and Los Angeles have speculated about our part in a family of crime. No one knows the truth, or we would all be in prison by now.
I move to my seat and check the time on my phone. We open the doors in five minutes, and for the next four hours, the world around us will be a sex-driven, wild, and carefree night.
When the doors finally open, the music begins to play, and the strobe lights flash all around us.
The guys and I sit and watch as people flood into the space.
Some go straight for the VIP rooms, others to the bar to get some liquid courage, and the rest head to the dance floor.
The guys lean forward, each looking for the next woman they want to take on.
I continue to sit back in my throne-like chair, something that Xavier thought up.
They are hideous and loud, but he insisted that we sit on four leather thrones.
Suddenly, a pair of hips caught my attention in the center of the dance floor. I push myself forward and stare. I had memorized the way those hips swayed as they walked.
Is that Lily?