Club Damon
Unwanted Daddy is a BDSM story focused on the Dominant/submissive lifestyle. In this book, you may find the monikors given and used by the characters, not to your liking. Even the 24/7 dynamic practiced in this narrative can seem strange if it's something you are not used to. However, if you are confused by the dynamic written on these pages, and are curious about what you are reading, I would suggest reading up on the subject.
The relationship between our protagonists, Bobbi and Riggs, is definitely fluid. Just like any other relationship, it is filled with twists and turns, and many layers. No one in this story is simple. They are complex beings that maneuver through a complex world. If you are still interested, then read on. I hope you enjoy some of the most memorable characters I have ever had the pleasure of writing about!
Bobbi stood across the street, staring intensely at the front door of the nightclub. Chewing on her thumbnail, she paced back and forth as she surveyed the line of people waiting to enter. The que ran down the left side of the black building and around the corner. Every single one of the females in it looked exactly the same. Curled, bouffant hair, thick black fake eyelashes, stiletto heels, and outfits that showed too much and covered too little.
Continuing to pace, she pulled the strings on her black hoodie, trying to hide who she was. It looked like Burney was the designated bouncer tonight. At least he didn’t give her too much shit when she showed up here. Taking a deep breath to build up her courage, she walked in between traffic towards the neon sign announcing her half-brothers name to the world.
Club Damon was the hottest nightclub in the city. Whenever Bobbi heard others speaking about it, she would always change the name privately in her head to Club Demon. He had opened this nightclub not long after their parents had passed away. Technically, they had the same mother, but his father was her stepfather, and she didn’t let him forget it.
Striding up to Burney, Bobbi stopped in front of him, nudging him with the toe of her worn out sneaker. Burney gazed down on her. Roughly grabbing her chin in his hand, he forced her to look up at him.
“Jesus Bobbi! You look like shit!” he informed her, while taking in her appearance. Lifting the velvet rope from its comfortable place holder, he motioned with his head. “Well, get inside. He’s upstairs like usual.”
Never saying a word, she walked through the dark double doors, listening to the sleazy women in line complain about her being let in before them.
The flashing lights and loud music was enough to elicit an epileptic seizure. From the sound of it, tonight’s band was heavy metal, perfect for how she was feeling. Towards the right of her, in the middle of the nightclub, was a spiral metal staircase with two burly bouncers standing at the bottom of it. Each one had on a white button up shirt with the cuffs rolled up. Their black slacks and black shoes made them look ominous.
Bobbi recognized both men. The one on the right was more muscle than brains. Jack was very intimidating, but Bobbi knew better. On the left however, stood Riggs, a family friend since birth. His parents had worked for hers nearly their entire adult life. Riggs was born on the family compound and grew up playing with her and Damon. He wasn’t just another employee here. He was family.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Bobbi said out loud, knowing he was one of the last people she wanted to see. Mustering up all the courage she could, she walked over towards the two hulking beasts.
“My God Bug, you look like you haven’t eaten or showered in months! What have you been up to?” Riggs asked her. He grabbed ahold of her upper arm and pulled her hood down so he could get a better look.
Bobbi knew this was what was coming her way. She was keenly aware of what his inspection was telling him, too. Her petite 5′4″ frame was undernourished and unkept. Looking down at her oversized jeans, she could see the dirt from nights of sleeping on the streets. There were stains from all kinds of disgusting things on her pants and hoodie.
Looking up into his eyes, she gave him a huff of dissent. “Can I please just go up Riggs? I don’t need this right now.”
Giving her one last examination, he mumbled out a quick, “Follow me.”
Walking up the metal steps, Bobbi pondered on how big Rigg’s feet were. She guessed that if she were to hold her foot up to his, she would be a quarter of his size. Getting lost in her thoughts, she didn’t notice when they had come to the top and he stopped in front of her. Bobbi crashed into him, making her realize she barely scaled the small of his back.
Peeking around his muscular frame, she could see her brother sitting on the black leather sofa with beautiful women all around him. Riggs snapped his fingers, calling attention to himself before motioning to what hid behind him.
Damon uncrossed his legs then hunched over, leaning his elbows on his knees. He made a motion with his hand, as if he was expecting her. Riggs stepped to the side, allowing Bobbi entry into her sibling’s domain.
“Good luck,” he told her, but it felt a lot like a warning instead of a bolster.
As she walked over to where Damon sat, she watched as he dismissed his female entourage around him.
“Sit! Sit! Baby Sister!” he yelled, motioning for her to take a seat on the sofa. Bobbi sat down a few feet away from him, pulling her hood back over her head. In one fluid motion, Damon scooted next to her while pulling down her hiding device.
“Na-ah Baby Sister. That stays off when you are in here.” Sniffing the air around her, he begged to know when the last time she showered was.
“I don’t know,” she mumbled, shrugging her shoulders.
Scanning her face for any signs of what he was looking for, he demanded to see her hands she had kept hidden in her front pocket. “Now Bobbi! Right fucking now!” he told her sternly.
“You already know Damon! You always do!” she snapped back at him, refusing to do as she was told.
He tried to hide the grin on his face. She was right. He was known for never asking a question that he didn’t already have the answer to. It was one of the traits that made him the most feared with the humans, along with his fellow Carrion Feeders. However, this was his baby sister, and although they both already knew the answer to if she was still using drugs or not, he wanted to force her to confirm it. There was something a little sadistic in the act, but he didn’t care.
Bobbi looked up from staring at the floor of the loft. She could see Riggs standing on the other side of the table that sat between them. He was waiting, along with her brother, for her to follow directives. Huffing at them both, she withdrew her shaking hands from the safety of their pouch. She held them out in front of her, wishing for them to hold as still as possible. She was disappointed with herself on such a wasteful wish.
Damon quickly grabbed hold of her right hand and began turning it back and forth. “Jesus Bobbi! Do you eat off the dirt floor or something?”
She looked down at her blackened nails, so encrusted with dirt, they looked as if she worked on oil rigs for years. “I-I didn’t know they looked like that,” she quietly admitted.
“And look at your clothes! Your hair! My God, our parents would kill me if they saw you right now. This is not how I want my sister walking around town!” He motioned towards her clothes as if she truly disgusted him.
“Half-sister,” she corrected him sarcastically. Riggs cleared his throat, giving her his non-verbal warning.
Damon sat back on the couch, crossing his ankle over his knee, and relaxing into the cushions. “So, you came here for a fix, didn’t you?” he asked, already knowing the answer. As a matter of fact, he knew a lot more than what his little sister could even imagine.
The last time he had seen her was nearly three months prior, when she stumbled into the club, similar to tonight. It was at that time he had hatched a plan with Riggs to try to help her. He had every drug dealer in town either on his payroll or scared to death of him. He had sent out a warning to everyone in the city, weeks ago, that they were to cut off his sister. If they were to talk to her and tell her why, they wouldn’t see the next sunrise.
“Well, I don’t have anything for you,” Damon said nonchalantly. “I wish I could help, but it looks like you’re out of luck for tonight. Why don’t you allow Riggs to get you something to eat instead?”
Bobbi looked at him with disgust. She knew what he meant. Carrion Feeders fed on humans. It nourished and sustained them, much like a superfood. A simple broth made from their bones could hold a Feeder over for a week. However, a good steak or meat of some kind, could bolster their strength and energy for nearly a month. This was something she was highly against. Just the thought of taking a human life made her want to retch. “Are you serious? You know how I feel about that!”
“Well, that’s the best I can do, Baby Sister. Maybe you need to go back to that nice flat that I pay for, instead of sleeping on the streets!” he said smugly. “You know, go get cleaned up and order some take-out or something.”
Standing up from her spot on the sofa, she pulled her hood back over her head and flashed a sarcastic grin to both Damon and Riggs. “Thanks for nothing!” she yelled, before pushing her way past both men. Heading back down the stairs, she began shoving her small body through the crowded dance floor towards the bathroom.
“Woah there, little one!” a male voice cried out behind her. She turned to see a scrawny man that she had shouldered out of her way. He sauntered up to her, giving her a hard stare. “Looks like you need a little bump,” he said, lowering his voice. “I got a little something for you, if you’re looking.”
Nodding her head, she allowed him to lead her out a side door to a private patio where the fire escape ladder sat precariously against the brick wall. Taking out his needle, he asked for her arm, which she gladly gave.
Bobbi never questioned what was in the syringe. All she cared about was chasing the high that was sure to come from it. Closing her eyes, she laid her head back against the wooden fence as she felt the tip of the needle find her vein. As soon as the unknown substance began to spread in her body, her head rolled to the side and her knees began to feel weak. She could feel the stranger demand his payment, by the tug on the button of her jeans. Pulling her underwear down around her ankles, she felt the moment he entered her.
She didn’t care what he took as his compensation, as long as she could continue feeling the bliss she was wrapped up in right now. As he pumped himself in and out, she could begin to see little flashes of sparks inside her eyelids.
Suddenly she heard the emergency exit door slam open against the painted brick wall. The man’s penis was violently pulled out of her the moment he was ripped from her body. With a quick rush of air against her naked legs, Bobbi was lifted and thrown over a man’s shoulders like a sack of potatoes. Raising her laden head, she finally opened her eyes long enough to see her brother slam the stranger against the fence before he violently ripped out the drug dealers throat with his teeth.
The door was slammed shut by Jack the bouncer. Closing her eyes, she allowed her drug induced haze to take over. With the rush coursing through her veins, along with being tipped upside down, she was already passed out before her body reached the top of the metal staircase once again.
Damon opened the door to his private bedroom, just off the loft’s main entertainment center. Riggs already had Bobbi laying down on the bed, taking off her dirty clothes. The two of them had done this so much, there was a familiar routine already established.
Closing the door behind him, he walked over to the closet in order to change out of his bloody threads and refresh his attire. “Are you ready for this?” he asked his best friend.
“I’ve been studying and discreetly inquiring about what to expect since the day you asked me to take this on,” Riggs affirmed.
Walking over to the small bar in the corner, Damon crouched down, pulling out a plastic bottle with a push/pull cap from the fridge and popping it in the microwave. Once the device dinged, he pulled it out and threw it across the room to Riggs. It was caught with one hand.
Riggs positioned himself on the bed, placing a pillow under his left elbow and pulling the unconscious Bobbi into his lap. He cradled her like a baby before placing the bottle top in her mouth. It had been so long since she tasted the sweet flavor coming from inside. Even in her lifeless state, her body could not reject the urge to suckle.
“Well, let me know when you’re done here. Come see me in my office. I’ll have you on the family helicopter tonight.”
Riggs watched Damon leave, then snuggled in to watch Bobbi drink the broth that was being offered to her. When she was finished, he positioned her on the bed so he had easier access to her body. Fumbling with the drawer inside Damon’s private wardrobe, he pulled out some clean underwear. Pulling off the last remaining article of clothing from her body, he set out to get her somewhat clean. He knew what to expect soon from her body finally getting the nourishment it craved. He then pulled the covers back and tucked her into the bed, before clicking on the monitor so he and Damon could keep their eyes on her from the office computer.
Stepping back out to the noise of the nightclub, Riggs walked down a private hallway to where he saw Damon talking to someone on the phone. He stepped into the office, closing the door behind him.
“That’s right. I want to be up and airborne within the hour. I don’t care if his daughter is having her sixth birthday! Get him here and ready to fly that chopper within the hour!” Damon slammed the phone down on the desk, shaking his head in disbelief to the man sitting across from him.
“You know you catch more flies with honey,” Riggs smirked at him.
Feeling the color of shame begin to creep up from the depths of his neck, Damon cast his eyes away from his friend and down towards the floor. “I’ll have a pony sent over to his house tomorrow for his kid.”
“Good boy,” Riggs smiled, leaning forward on the desk. “Are you ready to talk about the methods I’ll be using?” he asked the frustrated man.
“No. I trust you to do whatever it takes. Just get her solid. I want her clean and healthy. You have a month. Do you think that’s reasonable?” Damon asked.
Nodding his head, Riggs leaned back in his chair, inspecting the man behind the desk. “I’m going to use some of the same methods I used on you. How does that sit?” He continued to watch his childhood friend for his reaction.
Standing up, Damon walked out from behind his desk and stood patiently in front of Riggs. When he didn’t get what he wanted, he stomped his foot on the floor, giving a small harumph.
Riggs chuckled to himself before presenting his lap. He tapped his leg, then waited patiently for Damon to take a seat. Instead, Damon straddled him, choosing to stare at him face to face while rubbing against him. “I’m okay with whatever you need to do.”
Grabbing hold of Damon’s bottom, Riggs stood up with the smaller man firmly attached to his front. He sat him down on top of the desk so he could catch a glimpse of Bobbi in the computer monitor. He could see her begin to move around under the covers. Focusing back on the man in front of him, he leaned down to give him a kiss. “I can’t do this right now, Damon. I have to go take care of your sister. Can you please make sure everything I ordered and bought is at the house before we get there?”
“I can do that,” Damon promised. Wrapping his legs around Riggs' waist, he begged for one last kiss before releasing his hold. Giving in, Riggs obliged, making sure to keep it short and sweet.
Returning back to the room, Riggs checked Bobbi’s temperature before moving her. Normal, just as it should be. He gave her a quick once over before placing her in a pair of her brother’s sweats and an overly large t-shirt. Cradling her in his arms, he whispered in her ear as he carried her out the door to the awaiting helicopter. “Off to Neverland, Baby Girl.”
