Chapter 15: Damian

Keeping my eyes off Lydia throughout the long night wasn't easy. I walked by the group she spent most of the evening with several times and covertly checked in to be sure she was okay. She appeared comfortable in her surroundings and at home with the other Masters and Mistresses of the club. Adam stayed close, which caused my teeth to grind. I should have given her someone old enough to be her grandfather.

Hell, I walked face first into her demand for a sub who looks like me. The redhead I chose didn't come close to sating my lust for her, though. I'm tired, accomplished very little tonight, and I'm not in the best of moods. My apartment on the floor above Lydia's is silent and empty. I haven't had a long-time sub staying here in a while. Maybe my problem is loneliness.

As if the one constant woman in my life can read my thoughts, my cell rings. It's almost three in the morning and only one person would call at this time.

"Hi, Mom," I answer.

"Oh good you're awake," she replies cheerfu