Ruby

Who am I? I thought I knew myself. But obviously, after living for thirty years. I figured out why no one was able to make me fall in love with him.

There was nothing wrong with me.

I wasn't heartless, as I thought. But— I was acting like a female dom for the whole of my life. And that wasn't my reality. I wasn't a tough girl, as I thought. I was just a workaholic responsible person, that's all. I drown myself in work. I used my mind all the time, not my heart.

Until that night. When everything started to blow up. When I really discovered myself and what I want.

As an erotica novelist, I read a lot about almost everything in sex. I tried some as well. That night, I decided to go to that club. It wasn't a BDSM club. But it was known as the best because most of the guests were VIP Doms. Yes, I was curious.

And my career was going up, and I was getting more popular. So I had to write down more realistic stuff.

I wore my clothes tonight, sexy as I used to be. I was still in my best body shape. I tried to be hot as long as I lived. Because seriously, I needed to. But to be honest, I was losing my charm every year passing by. I thought that I was getting older. But that was too wrong. I was only lifeless, bored, and working day and night.

I checked myself in the long mirror for the last time before going out of my house 'okay, I guess the red dress is good on me.' I praised myself.

Dammit! Wearing jeans and shirts most of the time, I thought I had turned into a man. But that short tight dress shows my curves and my tanned skin.

I flipped my long black hair to my waist, wore my black heels, and walked confidently.

I started up my black Cherokee and drove to the best nightclub ever.

Once I arrived at the glamorous nightclub. I got out and handed the valet the key "please park it."

He nodded, and I walked confidently, rocking the floor, stepping inside that massive nightclub's gates.

The guards, for sure, didn't stop me. I was a high-class woman, sexy, and wearing a brand dress. My expensive perfume could melt the ice.

But the serious attitude covered my face; I was well known as an earnest woman. Rarely smile— yes, very rarely. Maybe after getting drunk, which rarely happened because I was a heavy drinker.

I used to gulp a half tequila bottle before writing daily! A freak writer, I know, but I was one of the best. That's why I was looking for more.

I stood for a second, searching by my eyes for a waiter or receptionist to guide me for a table. Because I didn't deserve any.

And lucky me, a manager rushed to me and respectfully greeted me, "welcome madam, where would you sit?"

I said plainly, "in a nice place, I guess I may have a seat by the bar counter." I suggested.

And he nodded and walked in front of me to the bar. He pulled a chair for me, "please have a nice night with us— if you need anything, I will be here for you."

I nodded and thanked him, "thank you, Mr.," and that's it. I gestured arrogantly as I used to do, "give me five tequila shots, please." I asked the bartender.

Who almost dropped his jaw shocked "madam, a five! At once?"

I narrowed my eyes and smirked, "actually, you are right—" I lingered my words in the air. Then I said, "give me a bottle and five shots. Thank you."

He hesitantly swung his head, confused, then started serving my shots in front of me. I gulped one after another, and relaxed my back to the chair, eyeballing everyone around me.

Nothing new, except these two couples. She was too elegant, and he was okay, not bad, but not my type. The thing that attracted me to them. That the man pulled his woman to his lap, and they started doing weird stuff in public.

I internally mumbled 'ugggg, too kinky.'

Until she started calling him "daddy, I want a kiss, daddy, please." she kept saying it like a baby "daddy, I want to dance please." she kept saying those words weirdly, "daddy, please walk with me to the bathroom."

She literally didn't do anything by herself even so she looked older than me, and he didn't look old at all. He was calling her "baby girl all the time."

All these things didn't affect me. Until he commanded her sternly, "sit your ass now, baby girl, or I will spank you! In front of everyone."

Dammit! I felt like I wanted a man to care about me. I wanted to be like her. Something inside me has changed. I tried to snap to those thoughts from my mind.

I grabbed the tequila bottle and started gulping until I felt a strong hand snatching the bottle from me. I nervously turned my eyes to see the most handsome man ever. "What are you doing?" I shrieked rudely.

He gritted his teeth, "don't yell at me! Ever!" I can't say that no one yelled at me before. But he wasn't like them. His voice was different. All of them surrendered and adapted to my attitude as dominant in real life because they favored me or liked how I was not that kind of woman who relies on them.

But he was different; I tried to reclaim myself, "Hey, you! Don't yell back at me. Move your hand away." I commanded him.

But his graving tone made me shrunk in my chair "don't ever yell at me, girl! Or I will—." he raised his brows and didn't continue.

I pushed him away, but he pulled me back to his chest, tightly wrapping his strong arm around me and hoarsely said, "you are really a badass girl! You need someone like me to tame the hell out of you."

I blew a deep breath away; I was losing control over my body. What the hell he was doing to me. This never happened to me ever, "Mr, please stay away from me."

He whispered to my ear, "I wish you could call me— "

I pushed him before he could say another word. And dashed off the nightclub.

All I could tell was that I was only thinking of that woman and that man's behavior as daddy dom and baby girl.

But I didn't know why—.

Since then, I have started to discover more about my sexual behavior and interests. I began to watch more and read more about daddy doms.

I was even masturbating daily on this stuff.

I became different since that night—. very different.

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