Kira was beautiful. At 5'8", she had the exotic beauty of her mother, a Mohawk Indian. Large, brown eyes were set on high cheekbones. Kira's lips were pouty and looked swollen as if they had been kissed. Her long black hair had never been cut, as per tradition.
Her body was lithe and toned from years of working out. It fairly screamed "Goddess." Her hips flared in a way that made men want to grab them. An ass that was round and tight, yet padded enough to grab made most men drool. Bras were almost unnecessary because her breasts, though a devastating 38C, were perky and tight, with rosy nipples that tried to peek from beneath her shirt.
Amazing as she was, she was off limits. Her parents owned the club where she tended bar, "Dark Desires." It was a high class, high kink BDSM club. Sure the lighting was dark, but the bar was polished mohagony, the floor marble. Only the best came here, the lewd and dirty were weeded out. I never imagined I would find a high class kink club like this.
It was bounced by her three brothers and some of their friends. Kira's father was the cooler. Her family ran tall on the male side. They also reminded me of brick walls. The standard uniform for the club was black t-shirts with the club logo, a rose and a set of handcuffs on the front. Kira's brothers looked ready to split the seams. You could see their muscles like chiseled rocks standing out through the fabric. The first time one of them caught me staring at her, I was "warned."
"Keep your eyes on her face and your hands to yourself. If you ask her out and she declines, don't ask her again or we'll break your face. If she does accept, treat her nice or we'll break your face."
I barely registered the warning from the brick wall. As soon as I actually looked at his face I realized he Kira's brother. They had the same eyes and facial structure. While Kira was gorgeous, her brother was intimidating. I nodded my head and went back to sipping my vodka. I never thought I would get the courage to ask her anything anyway.
That night was the first of many nights at "Dark Desires." I always sat on the same stool, and she always slid me a vodka the minute I sat down. I would drink and watch her. For the first time my dominant personality was pushed back by uncertainty. I wanted nothing more than to have this goddess let me dominate her. To have her submit to me and my darkest desires became my obsession. My lust for ehr outweighed even the most base need for another female. Nothing compared and I soon gave up even trying to jack off.
Things continued on the same vein for a while. It had been about a year since I first started coming to the bar. I came in to the bar as usual and sat on my stool. My vodka didn't show and I looked around frantically for my Kira. I didn't see her anywhere. I was overwhelmed with panic.
One of her brothers saw me looking and came over to me. If Kira was gone, I had nothing to lose. I met his eyes and stood up. He was a good foot taller than me, and I wasn't a lightweight. My dominant side kicked in.
"Where's Kira?"
