Discovering Us Spin Off: The Dominant

Growing up, I was the odd one out, thanks to my autism. Speaking was a challenge, and making friends was even more difficult. My mind worked in ways that were hard to understand, even for me.

But I had a knack for learning, and despite a rough start in school, I came out the other side with degrees I’m proud of. Life has been good to me, apart from the bullying. I’ve found myself in charge of four thriving businesses, passed down to me by my fathers.

I’m stepping into the shoes of one while waiting for the other to decide when he’ll retire and who he’ll pass his legacy on to. There was a time when I thought I’d rule the world with my twin brother, Asher, instead of hiding behind him like I did during our teenage years.

But he chose a different, darker path. Asher has had a tough time with life, battling addiction and staying grounded. Being the first-born, I think he felt the need to live up to our biological father, Zach’s, expectations.

Speaking of parents, mine have an unconventional setup. My mom has three husbands. Sounds crazy and morally ambiguous, right?

“How can one woman be with three men?” you might wonder. Well, I’m just like them, so I don’t see it as morally ambiguous or impossible. It’s not only feasible, but it’s also quite fun to experiment with multiple partners.

I have several sexual partners, some more long-term than others. But at the end of the day, I enjoy being intimate with more than one person, sometimes even simultaneously.

I think that’s why I love being the general manager of the club. No one bats an eye at my lifestyle or cares that I’m intimate with more than one person at a time.

We all share similar interests, and I just happen to have the advantage when it comes to access to partners who want to play with me. Whether it’s because of my looks, my name, the business I work for, or who my father is doesn’t really matter to me.

Back to Asher, my twin. It hurt when he didn’t want to work with me, but I accepted it. I couldn’t do anything else.

I understood that he needed to step away from me and his role as my protector. He needed to find himself and figure out what he wanted from life. But the way he’s handled his freedom is a different story.

His drug use has escalated, and it scares us, especially my mom and me. We fear a future without him, and that’s terrifying. He’s my other half, and without him, I feel lost.

I can’t even imagine what I’d do if I lost him. The thought is almost too much to bear. I’ve grown a lot since I started homeschooling.

Without the opinions and interference of others, I was able to focus on my studies and absorb as much knowledge as I could. My grandpa always said, “Do everything with a good heart and expect nothing in return.”

He also said, “When something bad happens, you have three choices. You can let it define you, let it destroy you, or you can let it strengthen you.” I chose the latter, allowing my past struggles to shape me into a man others would envy.

That’s my goal, at least. That’s why I started working with my other father, Tyler, at a young age. When they expressed their wish to pass down their empire, I grabbed the opportunity with both hands.

My goal is to be as successful as all three of my fathers. The motivation behind this decision comes from wanting to be everything I wasn’t in my younger years. But I won’t deny that access to the club and the BDSM lifestyle also played a part.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned in life, it’s to embrace your differences. My differences have led me down a dark and exciting path of using a woman in a morally ambiguous way.

I used to think my unusual sexual desires were a curse, that wanting to use and discard a woman was taboo and undesirable. But then I found the club.

I walked in at the tender age of fifteen, following my father, Zach, as he hosted a meet and greet for new clients. It felt like I was stepping into the fiery depths of hell, a place that was off-limits yet beckoned to the deepest corners of my being.

The raw, primal desires unfolding around us were both thrilling and humbling, echoing a voice deep within me that I had quietly coexisted with for years. I found myself daydreaming about participating in these acts while these men and women were living them out in a sanctuary my own father had established.

This realization led me to sneak in more often, observing and waiting… until I lost my virginity at seventeen to a mistress I had deceived about my age. That’s when I discovered my passion for sexual satisfaction and discipline.

A dominant was born, and his name was Atticus Henderson. “And this is my story.”