Under My Bodyguard’s Control (manxman/malexfemale)

If you remember the CEO Commands and Commanding the CEO, and if you have read or are reading Dominated by The Tycoon, you are already familiar with Joseph Madison. The gorgeous Publishing Agent that who was the third partner of the lovingly hot trio along with his Dominant Damien, and his playmate, the adorable little Gavin.

This story will complete the series and give you the insight of how Joseph made the heart wrenching decision to break away from his beloved men to seek a love all of his own. Read on to see who had managed to sweep Joe off his feet so thoroughly that he would even contemplate leaving the circle of Damien and Gavin’s love and attentions.

Read on to see how someone who was supposed to melt in the background, someone who was paid to take a bullet for him, becomes the person he needed the most. See how his protector whose job it was to watch over his life, but wound up taking Joseph’s heart into safe keeping as well.

You should also remember Bethany Madison, Joseph’s sister, and Personal Assistant to Marcus Roche, CEO of Roche Incorporated also found love within the walls of The Dungeon with the brooding third partner of the business, Micah Jennings. Joseph and Corey are the only family she has left in the world, and she has mothered them and cared for them from the dawn of time. And that hasn’t changed. It was during one of her episodes of having to take a maternal role of caring for Joseph’s uncertain feelings towards about sexuality that created the chain of events where she met the warily and ever watchful Micah.

She showed him that not all women where evil, spiteful, and deceitful creatures that he had the unfortunate ordeal of dealing with in his past. It took a lot of patience, understanding, and love on her part, but she captured the big man’s heart. Read the siblings story that has led them to their happily ever after.

Prologue

Mike

(Joe’s car)

Mike

I stood just inside the main entrance of his office building close to the revolving doors. I knew I was large in stature and I took up a lot of space, so the wary glances I was receiving from the employees rushing past me to get out the doors, and go home for the evening like they inmates escaping from prison didn’t bother me at all. I usually waited for him outside on the curb next to the car, but today it was raining cats and dogs outside, so as per Mr. Carter’s severe warnings, here I stand inside the lobby of Joseph’s workplace patiently waiting and ready with an oversized umbrella to make sure that not one drop of water touches his gorgeous head while I escorted him home.

I would have gone the extra mile for him anyway without Mr. Carter’s instructions because try as I might, I have wanted Joseph to be mine ever since the first time I laid eyes on him, years ago when he first got together with Mr. Carter and his little Gavin. Despite my better judgment, I have pined away for the unattainable man for much too long. For years, I have committed the sin of envy, total green eyed, covetous, and unbearable yearning for not only my client, but a client that was in a three way committed relationship with one of the men that signs my paychecks and financially supported my private security firm. How fucked up is that?

My eyes scanned the lobby for any sign of danger, and to see if Joseph had made it down yet from his top floor office. And for all the stoic calm I was projecting on the outside, I felt the almost unbelievable flutters of anticipation in my gut.

I had spent my morning in a private meeting with both Mr. Carter and his impish little partner, Mr. Martin. The man has been as straight forward with me as always when he explained to me that Joseph was no longer a part of their romantic relationship. They had amicably parted ways over three weeks ago. He made it clear they will always remain close friends with each other, and that the offer for Joseph to return to their intimate relationship was always on option on the table if he so chose to accept it.

Mr. Carter went on to shock the hell out of me by boldly telling me that if I wanted Joe to be mine, then I needed to pursue him and to make sure that I didn’t break his heart or else. He didn’t have to elaborate on what the or else meant. Mr. Carter along with Mr. Roche, and Mr. Jennings were like a triple threat, they are wealthy, influential, and total Dominants. True Alpha males, they held substantial control within the city government and in business world as well. And if they had the need to make your life, your business, and your entire world come to a gut wrenching collapse around your ears, then they could do so with unbelievable ease.

The bank of elevators dinged yet again and another rush of employees surged forward, but I only had eyes for the beauty that exited the last car and began walking my way while scrolling through his phone. It wasn’t until he was almost half way across the foyer did he hold his head up and his gorgeous eyes made contact with mine. His step faltered for a moment but he kept his balance and made his way towards me.

He came to a nervous stop a few feet away from me, and I studied his face for a second. I wondered how he would react if I choose to tell him how I really feel about him and ask him out. I wondered if he was over his two lovers, and if he is ready to start something new with someone else? Did he need to be dominated like Mr. Carter’s level of BDSM, or would he be happy with someone who is just dominant lover in the bedroom?

Joseph nervously cleared his throat and I watched amused as he blushed when my gaze refocused fully on him. “Mr. Madison, it’s raining outside so I thought I would wait for you here. Are you ready, Sir?” I politely asked easily reverting to my professional role. I didn’t have a clue as to how to approach him on a personal level with all these questions running through my head. So I swept my hand forward and ushered him to the door. Once we stepped outside, I immediately opened the umbrella and stepped closer to him in order to escort him to the car.

I could have died right there on the soggy sidewalk as his mouth watering scent hit me straight in the solar plexus. Damn, even after working all day he smelled as clean and fresh as if he just stepped out of the shower, and my perverted mind immediately wondered if he smelled like citrus and vanilla all over his delectable little body.

We hurried across the sidewalk and I opened the car door and leaned over making sure that not one drop of water touched him, our bodies brushed up against one another as he turned to get into the car and right before he slipped into the vehicle, he looked up at me with those gorgeous eyes of his. They held such need that I forgot myself completely and growled, “Fuck it.”

Joseph gasped at my sudden outburst of profanity, and the fact that I literally shoved him into the backseat of the car. I quickly followed him into the dry interior of the vehicle. Todd, his driver looked confused and alarmed. His training automatically kicked in and he quickly scanned the area before gunning the engine and cutting off traffic to get us away from any possible danger.

I quickly informed that I there wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, I just chose to hurry up and get out of the rain. He nodded his understanding about my uncharacteristic actions and he continued to give me a curious look through the rear-view mirror as I activated the privacy glass effectively cocooning Joseph and I in the back seat of the custom made Mercedes armored car Damien bought for him.

Turning towards him, I almost smiled at his wide eyed stare. He was sitting in the far corner of the seat like he was trying to restrain himself from getting any closer to me. I decided to just be up front with him and just go for it. The only thing that can happen is that he can either say yes and go out with me, or tell me to go to Hell. But it was time for this to standby to over once and for all.

“Joseph, I am just going to get straight to the point. I don’t know if you have any idea how much I want you. How much I admire you, and how attracted I am to you. I have had these feelings for a good long while, they are not recent. I am aware that you are no longer in a relationship with Damien and Gavin, and I am not asking for details about your breakup. All I want to know is, are you over them?” I asked him as he studied my serious face from the semi darken corner of the car seat where he was perched.

I watched his beautiful pink lips quiver for a second before he opened his mouth and answered, “Yes, I have come to terms with why I couldn’t give them all of me. Despite all that, I will always love them and we will remain friends.”

“So if I ask you to go out with me, to spend sometime with me so we can get to know each other, will you give me a chance?” I reached out and took his smaller hand in mine. My thumb caressed the smooth skin on the back of his hand and I marveled at how soft and smooth his skin felt. Another streak of heated anticipation shot through my body. I can just imagine if he would feel amazingly soft all over his luscious body.

Joseph blinked up at me and his skin blossomed as he blushed so prettily for me. The little beauty nodded his yes in response to my question about giving me a chance for us to get to know one another. I could have shouted for Todd to stop the car so that I could get out and do the happy dance. To say I was elated that he said yes was a grievous understatement.

I still had his warm little palm in my hand and I made sure I held his mesmerized gaze as I brought his hand up and brushed my lips against his petal soft skin. I heard the little whimper that escaped those pouty lips and I could help the smile of satisfaction that spread across my face. I wanted to do so much more to this man but I knew I was going to have to take it slow.

I have restrained myself and my feelings for years and now that he was finally within my grasp. There’s no way I am going to fuck this up by rushing him into anything too soon. He is too special for that. I was finally getting the opportunity to make this amazing man mine, and to love and cherish him the best that I can. I sat back once I made that silent vow to myself.

I intertwined our fingers and I was pleased to see the small smile ghosting across Joseph’s face as Todd maneuvered the car towards his home. Hopefully one day it will be my home that he returns to at the end of his work day. Yes, things were definitely looking up and I felt like I was the King of the world with this man at my side.

Chapter 1

Mike

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With the last bunch of the Carter’s wedding guests leaving the reception hall, I was finally off shift. I’d made sure to see that Mr. Roche and his husband got on their way before the multitude of guests along with two of my most trusted guards. Another pair were sent off on the extravagant European honeymoon to provide security detail for Mr. Carter and his little Gavin. Mr. Jennings and Miss. Madison were still on the premises settling the accounts with the event planners and vendors. Joseph was still in the Grand Hotel as well, he had refused to go home or accompany his best friend, Corey to the club for the remainder of the evening.

I was kind of worried about him. I was concerned because Joseph had put on a brave face in front of everyone, and he had jumped right into the festivities. But I couldn’t help but to wonder if underneath all that cheer, was he really feeling awkward or upset watching Damien marry Gavin in such a over the top romantic event?

We haven’t had time to be together, just he and I. We haven’t had the chance to truly talk to one another with events of the past couple of weeks leading up to Damien and Gavin tying the knot today. I haven’t had the opportunity to suss out his true feelings about his previous relationship with Damien and Gavin.

To be honest, I was dying to know what happened between them that caused them to part ways. I already had my own assumptions about the break up, Damien held nothing back when he warned me to take care of Joseph, but in reality I don’t think that even Damien understood why Joe would walk away from what they had.

It was more than obvious, actually I should day it’s still obvious that Mr. Carter still had deep feelings for Joseph, and so does Gavin. He had all but come out and said that if I ever slipped up, then they would have no problem taking Joseph away from me. I had tried my best to fight the surge of insecurity that surged through my veins when he had made that little announcement, and my face emotions as well as my body language in check. There was nothing I wanted more than to spend some personal time with the gorgeous man, and stake my claim, now that I finally have the chance to do so.

With my goal for the evening firmly set in my mind, I made one last walk through the suite of rooms used by Gavin and his wedding party before he walked down the Isle. I found several items that had me shaking my head. Over the years of working for the triple threat, Mr. Roche, Mr. Carter, and Mr. Jennings. I am sure there is nothing in the world that can shock me ever again, at least when it comes to kink, the naughty subs vying for their attentions, and the BDSM lifestyle.

I stuffed yet another toy inside the duffle bag I was carrying for that purpose. I was going to leave all of it for Gavin to sort through when he returns from his honeymoon. I had to shake my head as a reminiscent smile curved my lips. Thinking back, I recalled meeting Mr. Roche for the first time. God, that must have been almost eighteen years ago.

Coming home after only serving up five years worth of my very soul to Uncle Sam was not what I had signed up for when I had enlisted in the military. I had no choice but to accept my fate after receiving my medical release from the Army Rangers. They had no more use for a sniper who refused to mindlessly take out his target, be it man, woman, or child on their specific orders. I was lucky that they chose to give me a medical discharge due to severe post traumatic stress disorder, instead of outright court marshaling me for insubordination, therefore gaining myself a dishonorable discharge instead. The stigma of that scenario would have followed me for life.

Nonetheless, there had been chip on my shoulder a mile wide when I had come home. I only stayed home long enough to see a therapist and slowly work through the rewiring of my brain, undoing the disastrous levels of brainwashing that only the military can accomplish. My mother spent the entire visit coddling me to death until I couldn’t stand it anymore.

I’d packed my bags and left the picture perfect all American town that was my hometown behind me, and headed straight for the bright lights of the nearest big city. I had managed to sort out a room at one of those pay by the week motels, and I quickly found a job working as a bodyguard for a private security firm that catered to their wealthy clientele.

I had been intrigued with how my old mentor, Charles Rossi ran his business, and truth be told, I was a little star struck by his elite list of clients. Most of the people I was assigned to protect included the likes of visiting Dignitaries from other countries, movie stars, famous entertainers, and several top Fortune 500 business men, like the triple threat.

It was on a cold winter afternoon when I was assigned to escort Mr. Roche to a local charity event. The business mogul he had just fired the previous firm that handled his security, both business and personal, and Mr. Rossi jumped at the chance to get Roche Incorporated as a client.

Nothing could have prepared me for what I unknowingly stumbled into that very night after he made his rounds at some Hospital charity event. The man had seemed to be made of ice. He showed nothing but polite indifference and unconsciously he radiated such power, and a superior, don’t even talk to me aura about him.

The tycoon hadn’t even bat an eye when he dropped several millions of dollars at the event like it was nothing. The event coordinators had all but tripped over themselves in gratitude, and I had to step in and intervene several times in order to keep them out of Mr. Roche’s personal space. He had bestowed me with a grateful nod, letting me know that I was doing a fine job on his behalf.

It wasn’t until after the event, Mr. Roche had instructed his driver to take him to his club. He had hired me for the entire evening and it was my job had been to accompany him from his home and back to his home at the end of the evening. I was under his employ until whenever he decided to go home. So, in essence, it was off to his private club as his personal shadow as well. It was that very same night I had been introduced to things I had only imagine happens in the deepest, darkest realms of my erotically charged dreams.

When we had stepped out of the Hotel where the charity dinner had been held. I remembered quickly scanning the area, and making sure that limo waiting on the curb had belonged to Mr. Roche before I ushered him across the sidewalk and opened the back door for him to get into the vehicle. But, he had paused and placed his hand on my sleeve to get my attention. I had looked up into those steel gray eyes and lost the ability to think altogether.

I had always known I was gay, ever since the tender age of thirteen years old and the cute little geeks on the debate team and chess club had caught my eye. The smaller boys had always starred in the lead roles of my private beat-the-meat episodes. For me, the slender male bodies with the round bubble butts had caught, and held my interest better than the voluptuous figures of the bubbly cheerleaders. The same girls who had all but offered me their virginity on a silver platter for a chance to say they had fucked the quarterback of the high school football team.

Even back then, I was larger than the average male in both height and width, and I had only gotten bigger by the time I graduated high school and enlisted in the army. I’d carved my body into a machine of pure muscle. I was a unstoppable beast by the time I got out of basic training and proved myself worthy of the elite Rangers, and even after I parted ways with the military, I still worked very hard all day, everyday to maintain my level of muscle and fitness.

I have seen some attractive men in my lifetime, but Marcus Roche was in a category all to himself. The man to me has been and still is, larger than life. I had developed such a crush on the man back then, it had bordered on being an obsession. From the moment he had laid his manicured hand on my sleeve to get my attention, and informed be about the services and particulars his private club offered it’s members fully immersed in the lifestyle had me almost creaming my pants right there on the sidewalk in front of the man.

The minute I stepped through the Dungeon’s elegant front doors, I was completely enthralled by the atmosphere and the people. Coming from a small town, and straight out of them the military. I never had the chance to visit gay clubs, or any LGBT establishments for that matter. So needless to say, it took all of my training to remain focused on doing my job rather than gawking at my surroundings like the country hick I’d felt like in that moment. But all of my efforts were shot to hell the minute I walked almost on the heels of the dynamic man onto the second floor. It was his private main playroom, and it encompassed almost the entire square footage of the upper level.

Mr. Roche being the ultra observant Master Dominant that he was, had immediately caught on to my interest in the activities going on around me that night. He had taken me over to his sitting area where he had introduced me to business partners, Mr. Carter and Mr. Jennings. The triple threat had sat there, in the spacious and elegantly decorated room, with the sounds of people being consensually beaten, bound, and fucked for anyone in the room to watch. But their attentions were focused on me and my answers to their questions. It wasn’t until Mr. Roche were alone again that he had offered to train me in the lifestyle.

I recalled taking in a deep centering breath before really studying both the Dominants and the submissives in my surroundings. Everyone in the room had been doing all sorts of things to each other the whole time I had been there. I saw the blissful and almost Reverend expressions on the subs’ faces as they thanked their Dominants for their attentions. The Doms were equally enthralled with their submissives, and it showed in the caring way in which they had treated them. The Dominants handled their submissives with the utmost of care in every touch, slap, thump and smack the Doms bestowed upon their boys, and it was also evident even the contact that was to purposely cause the pretty pups pain.

Goosebumps still swept across the surface of my skin even to this day when I think about the life changing decision I had made back then. I had breathlessly accepted Mr. Roche’s offer to train me in the lifestyle that made a true man out of me. The Dominant man had then bestowed upon me one of the most seductive smiles I had ever had the opportunity to witness before he’d ordered me to my knees.

I had remained at his feet for a little over a year. He had been my Sir for a little over two years. He had truly taken me in hand and taught me what it is to earn a the right to belong in the BDSM community, to really know the meaning behind the words safe, sane, and consensual. That it was truly a way of life and not some kinky sex games played by depraved lunatics and pain sluts.

Once I had signed my name on the dotted line of his contract, I had belonged to him to do with what he pleased. The only hard limit he had was his rule no penetrative sex unless he initiated it the act himself, and it was much to my uttermost disappointment, he had never fucked me with that impressive cock of his, no matter how I’d begged, pleaded, and salivated for it. Marcus had later explained to me that it wasn’t about the sexual relationship between us, it was about helping me find myself and learning just who and what I was.

My life had turned around for the better through his patient guidance and his under his strong hand, his faith in me alone helped me to become the man I am today. Marcus had figured out that I was meant to be a Dominant force not only in my relationships, but in every aspect of my life. He has been my guiding light, and my rock through the minefield of my ragged emotions, my internal breakdowns caused by my PTSD.

He had slayed all my demons for me, and for that alone, I will always be eternally grateful to him and protect him and everyone he holds dear with my very life. Marcus Roche had built me back up after systematically taking me apart both physically and emotionally. When all was said and done and my contract had expired, Marcus, Damien, and Micah had helped me to start my own security company. One that catered to other clients, but solely provided personal protection detail for the three business moguls.

After a while, and looking back at my time spent with Mr. Roche, of which I had to admit was almost everyday since his first charity event, I realized that my crush on him was just that, a crush on a very handsome man. I’d moved on over time to have other relationships. Some of the men were just a warm body to scratch an itch. Others served the purpose of keeping my skills as a Dominant sharp. I haven’t had the time or the inclination to have a permanent submissive or even a boyfriend in my life. My business and the triple threat had taken up a majority of my time, and I was more than okay with it.

That fact changed for me almost a decade ago when Joseph Madison had walked into my life shortly after Mr. Roche had met his cute little artist, and made the man his husband. Before I could make a move on the stunning man, Mr. Carter and his gorgeous boy had unknowingly beat me to him. I had no choice but to step back and watch the events of their lives merge and become one loving relationship amongst the three of them.

Through it all, I had remained aloof and stoic, constantly praying that no one would see my pain. But of course Marcus had seen right through my smoke screen and took pity on me. He and Micah assigned me elsewhere so I didn’t have to watch the three men’s happiness and their devotion to each other unfold on a day to day basis.

I was brought out of my memories when my cell phone began vibrating on my hip. “I unsnapped the iPhone from my belt and smiled as I read Joseph’s name displayed on the screen. “Hello beautiful.” I answered with a goofy ass grin on my face.

“Hey, where are you? It’s getting late.” His melodic voice carried through the headset and warmed my blood.

“I was doing a last minute check through the suites and then I’m off, and I’m all yours, sweetness. “ I purred into the phone, intentionally dropping a voice a few octaves to add a little innuendo to my statement.

I knew my ploy worked and that he was affected by it when I heard his quick little in drawn breath. Then he replied in a breathy little stutter, “o…okay. I…Um…I’ll be waiting in the lobby with Beth.” He quickly hung up and disconnected the call after he said his piece, and I couldn’t help the shit eating grin that split my face in almost half.

I methodically made my way through the rooms and finished my walkthrough before zipping up the duffle back and walking out the door. I made sure I had all the card keys to turn into the front desk before walking off down the hall with a spring to my step. My evening was just beginning, and I was going to be one of the best nights of my life because finally, finally that gorgeous man is going to be right by my side. Right where he belongs.

Chapter 2

Joseph

(My idea of what Joe looks like, Kellan Lutz)

I knew it was coming, Bethany was standing next to me practically vibrating with the obvious need to ask me how I was holding up. We were waiting in the lobby for Micah and Mike to return from tying up the final details of Damien and Gavin’s extravagant takeover of the entire hotel for their nuptials. We haven’t had a chance to exchange more than two words to each other all day long, since I was busy performing my duties as a groomsman, and she was equally, if not more occupied with making sure that every single one of Damien’s wishes were carried out as he had expressed them.

“Are you okay?” The million dollar question finally popped out of her mouth. I contemplated giving her some flippant answer, but doing so would have made her go into hyper protective, psychoanalysis slash mother hen mode on me, and I didn’t feel like putting up with her twenty questions tonight or any night for that matter. If I was going to be honest with myself, much or less to her. My answer would be, I felt relieved, vindicated in my belief that Damien’s love for Gavin could never be compared to anyone else.

My point has finally been proven with the look Damien bestowed upon Gavin when he broke every wedding etiquette there was, and went charging down the aisle to walk an emotional Gavin to the alter himself. Those two were meant for each other, they were each others ying and yang. I felt truly blessed that they had attempted to include me into the midst of their epic love story, but I always knew that although they both loved me. Gavin held Damien’s soul, and I wanted my own special someone to feel that way about me, to own me right down to my soul as well and vice versa.

There is nothing I wouldn’t do for both of those gorgeous men. Damien had taken me into his care during one of the most difficult and confusing times of my life, and both he and Gavin had taught me how to accept and grow as a young gay man whose desires were not considered ordinary. Damien hadn’t just been my boyfriend, he had been my Sir, and he had patiently, and lovingly trained me into the lifestyle of BDSM. He helped me claim my inner strength as a submissive. He showed me that I was strong enough, courageous enough to kneel at a man’s feet

and hand my very life into his keeping. He taught the trust necessary to do so, and Gavin was right there adding his support and his strong will when I felt myself lacking.

I rolled my eyes and let out an exasperated breath, “I’m fine, Mom.”

“Joseph, don’t you dare patronize me. You know what I’m talking about. I just want to make sure that today wasn’t too taxing for you.” She exclaimed, and crossed her dainty little arms across her chest. If I was going to be the evil sibling I can sometimes be, I would have flicked her on her pouty bottom lip and run off before she could retaliate.

I took pity on her. Bethany meant well, she practically gave up her late teens and early twenties when most kids were partying their way through college to take care of me. When our father passed away after his long, hard battle with cancer our mom had forgotten about everyone and everything including her children. She gave up the will to live without her soulmate and on the very night after we laid the old man to rest, our mother had taken every pill in the house and went to bed wrapped up in his nightshirt. She never woke up that morning. A then, nineteen year old Bethany was the one to find her and call the authorities.

I had been sixteen at the time, and thank god for County we resided in at the time. They allowed me to stay in my own home with Beth as my legal guardian. She had somehow managed to continue to her classes for her Degree in Business Administration, and work part time as a waitress to keep the bills paid. At the end of my senior year of High School, she had finally allowed me to get a part time job.

I started working in the library on campus to gain discounts on my tuition. I had always loved reading, and major fan of literature of any kind, so the job had been right up this bookworms alley.I had already applied for as many scholarships and government aide there was and every little bit had helped.

Corey, another orphan and kindred spirit had been by my side through all of it. I was ecstatic and humbled when he had chosen to apply to the same college as I did, just to give me the support I needed. Even with our majors being completely different. My best friend, and brother had single handedly helped me write every paper and pass every test I we studied for, while acing his own classes. Between the both of them, they had been my rock and my and anchor through every bump and turn on my road into adulthood.

Bethany graduated and landed the prestigious job as Personal Assistant to Marcus Roche, owner and CEO of Roche Incorporated. She had interned with the company during the holidays and somehow impressed whomever needed to be impressed, and landed the impressive job to the man himself. With it came a multitude of benefits, and condo on the upper east side owned by Mr. Roche many investment companies.

By the time Corey and I graduated college, there was an opening internship position for Roche Marketing that was perfect for Corey. Bethany, god bless her had pulled some strings and nabbed an interview for him, of which he passed with flying colors. For myself, I was already hired by a publishing house, I later found out is owned by Carter Industries. Bethany had bragged to Marcus about me, always going on about how proud she was of me and so on.

Mr. Roche had in turn shared that information with Damien, and in the business world it’s all about who you know not necessarily what you know. So I became a junior editor at Carter’s Publishing House, the same company that I now own stock shares in, making me part owner along with Damien and Marcus. I find it incredible how our personal lives as well as our business lives have melded. Micah and Marcus are in business with Mike as well with his Security Firm, Reynold’s Security and Defense Incorporated.

Each of the business moguls had their hands in several companies, but Marcus was the connecting factor in all of them. Damien’s interests were of course, in music, fashion, and the arts. Whereas, Micah’s was into the entertainment portion, the nightclubs, the security firm, marketing, and information technology. They are what they have been dubbed, the triple threat in the business world. They are billionaires in their own right, everything they touched turned to gold. My sister, Corey, and I are very fortunate to have met them, and become a part of their inner circle.

Bethany little jab on my bicep brought me out of my revere, and I looked down into her pinched features. Oh, I guess my mind had wandered off and I didn’t elaborate on my answer enough to satisfy her. She stiffened when I suddenly pulled her into my chest, but she quickly relaxed when I whispered in her ear. “Don’t worry yourself gray about me Beth. Truly, I’m fine. I’m happy that Damien and Gavin are getting their happily ever after, especially Gavi. Those two are meant for each other. I was meant only to be in their life and they in my life for but a

moment, but those two, they are supposed to be together forever. They complete each other. So, I’m good.“

My loving sister leaned back and looked up into my face as if she was looking right into my soul. She smiled and playfully slapped me on my arm. “Well, if you were feeling awkward about watching your former lovers marry each other, I am sure the big man striding purposely this way was more than prepared to do whatever he could to take your mind off your ex-boyfriends.” She whispered as she jutted out her chin to someone behind me, and damn if my heart didn’t flutter in my chest like a teenage girl with a crush.

Bethany’s smile turned into smug grin when a flush of excitement spread across my cheeks. I stuck my tongue out at her before slowly turning around to see Michael walking towards me like a conquering god. Good lord, with that big muscled physique, he definitely was a god amongst men. His designer suit did absolutely nothing to hide the rippling muscles it was attempting to cover. If anything the garments accentuated his muscular build and showcased it to perfection.

I heard a quick little indrawn breath behind me and that was enough to break my concentration from eye fucking the big man. I turned my head to see my sister staring off to the side of the elaborate foyer, and sure enough, her brooding boyfriend was heading our way as well. His whole aura burned with intense energy, and sometimes it unnerved me. I have been meaning to ask Beth how her relationship was coming along the moody man, but it was obvious to everyone that Micah was absolutely smitten with my sister.

I was mentally skipping through my schedule, thinking it is about time that I had a little chat with Micah and attempt to get to know the man better, but my mind shut down completely and my body ignited like someone throwing lighter fluid on an open flame when a deep whiskey smooth voice quietly rumbled in my ear. “Sorry to keep you waiting. Are you ready to go, baby.” He was standing close enough behind me for me to feel the delicious heat coming off that large frame. I wasn’t short by any means, I stood a good six feet tall, but this Goliath dwarfed me by a few inches well.

Damned if my knees did wobble and knock together in response to the cadence of his voice and his proximity alone. He didn’t physically touch me, but nonetheless, goosebumps

formed over my skin when I felt the warm rush of his minty breath against the side of my face. What is it about this man that leaves me tongue tied and stupid anytime he is in my vicinity? I took a deep breath and I couldn’t help but to inhale his mouthwatering scent a little deeper into my lungs. He smelled good enough to eat, and my twitching cock agreed with that assessment.

I had to slam the lid closed on my naughty thoughts. It was way too early to be thinking along those lines, but if I really put some thought into our situation, then maybe it’s not. This relationship has been years in the making. Maybe I should drop to my knees and offer my body as his for the taking. I mean, get the sexual tension out of the way so we can move on to really getting to know one another on a less carnal level. I peeked up into his handsome features from beneath my lashes, and realized that I wanted to climb all that brawn like I was a professional climber and he was Mount Everest.

“Ready when you are.” Bethany chirped, giving me the much needed opportunity to get my thought back online and calm my overactive libido.

Mike took my hand in his much larger paw and intertwined his fingers with mine as we followed Micah and Bethany out of the hotel, and shot the calming phase all to hell. Little tingles of delight shot all up and down my spine causing my ass to clench with needy anticipation. We exited outside into the cool night air and I almost sighed in relief when the crisp breeze brushed and soothed my overheated skin. The limo was waiting at the curb for us and one of Michael’s employees, a hired guard to cover this specific event today was already holding the car door open for us to slide right into the luxurious interior.

“So, where to?” Mike asked, as he settled back on the plush seat right next to me. He was so close, any closer and I would be sitting in his lap, and with the lascivious nature of my thoughts at the moment. I wouldn’t have mind it in the least.

Bethany flipped her hair over her shoulder before replying. “Well Micah and I are going to the club to join Marcus and Corey, get our party on for a little bit before calling it a night.”

“That sounds like a plan. What do you think babe?” Mike turned those brilliant emerald orbs in my direction and I felt myself blushing all over again. I was really beginning to get annoyed with my body’s involuntary reaction to this man. It didn’t help that I saw Beth bite her lips in attempt to hide her knowing smile. She knew exactly how this man affected me and I am

sure I’m going to get teased beyond my endurance once my sibling and I were alone again. So, I might as well give her even more ammunition to work with.

I turned to Mike and looked him square in the eye. “Partying does sound nice, but I was thinking of going home and getting out of this suit and into something more comfortable. We have a glass of wine and spend a quiet night in.” I coyly lowered my eyes and prayed he got my meaning when I deliberately used the word, “we.”

A smile almost split my face in two, because my man wasn’t stupid at all. He quickly arranged for the driver to drop us off first, since my condo was closer and then take Bethany and Micah to The Dungeon. I know the tips of my ears practically glowed when he instructed our bodyguard that his services were not required for the remainder of the night, and that he was to oversee Bethany and Micah for the remainder of the night.

The outcome of my night was becoming clearer and clearer the closer we got to my home. A quick glance up into Michael smoldering gaze solidified my decision, and it took all that I had not to start squirming with anticipation in my seat. A car ride has never ever been as long as this one for me before this.

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Mike

(Joe’s Kitchen)

I silently congratulated myself, because I surely earned a well deserved pat on the back for maintaining my cool and keeping my hands to myself. I managed to step out of the parked car, reached back and helped Joseph out of the limo, said our goodnights to Micah and his sister, and casually walked him through the lobby of his building without molesting him. He seemed eager for it, but I had to be honest with myself, I was riddled with nerves. Joseph had insinuated that he had expectations of how this night was going to end. His subtle hints had been less than subtle during the entire car ride to his condo.

I was kind of apprehensive, I wondered if he was rushing into things. I mean we haven’t had the time really to really talk, much or less date and get into a true understanding of what we wanted from each other, and yet here we were headed to his condo the very same night his former boyfriends, and not to mention his former Dom exchanged vows. I would very much have preferred if we had went to the club, and relaxed and talked to each other in a social setting, but I didn’t want him to feel rejected or awkward in front of his sister and Micah by blatantly refusing his invitation of a quiet evening at home.

The elevator doors silently glided open to reveal an elegantly appointed empty lift. I swept my hand out in front of me, indicating for him to precede into the car. Joseph gave me one of his cock teasing grins, those sweet dimples were very much on display, before he stepped onto the lift and grabbed me by my wrists. He pulled me into the small space with him. The doors had barely closed before he forcefully slammed me back into the wall panel and tipped up on his toes to crash his lips against mine.

My erection was almost instantaneous and my stomach fluttered with reckless anticipation. My hands took on a mind of their own as they came up and my fingers carded through the short hairs at the back of his head. I held him in place as I took complete command of our kiss, and I held him firmly in place while I devoured his mouth. The whole time my mind was screaming at me to stop, but fuck, he tasted so fucking good, and the little noises he was

making shot straight to my throbbing shaft. My mind may be conflicted but my body was exactly where it wanted to be.

The elevator dinged before gliding to a gentle stop on the top floor. We stumbled out into the hallway, we separated from each other, and I grabbed at the opportunity to draw some much needed air into my oxygen depleted lungs. I marched him straight to his front door. I took the keys from his trembling fingers and shoved the key into the lock with a little bit for force than necessary and unlocked the door. Joseph scurried past me and into his home, he immediately started shedding his clothes. He was down to his undershirt before my synapses finally fired and I slammed the door behind me with enough force to get his attention.

“What’s the matter baby, I know. You are wearing to much clothes.” He panted and started making his way towards me, but I held up my hands to stop his progress and he stopped, his lustful features transformed to one of confusion.

“It’s not that I don’t want you, but we do need to talk first, baby. We need to clear the air so we are both on the same page before we dive head first into sex.” I sighed, as I awkwardly switched my weight from one foot to the other.

“What is it? Do you want to put me under contract? Do we need to discuss hard and soft limits. Because truth be told, I just want to fuck my boyfriend. I can deal with my potential Dom later on.” Joseph replied and made a move towards me again, and again I stopped him. A spark of anger flashed in his gorgeous sky blue eyes as he glared back at me.

A heavy sigh pushed out of my chest, and my cock pulsed painfully behind the zipper of my slacks in protest of intruding on his long awaited action, but I had no choice. I needed to see where Joseph head was at. I have waited too long to disregard all of my discipline and training for a quick, lust driven fuck. I walked over to him and attempted to take his hand and lead him into the living room so we can sit and talk, but he snatched his hand out my grip, and pounced off into the living area on his own steam. He sat down on the very edge of the couch, his back was ramrod straight, with his arms crossed over his chest.

I didn’t know whether to laugh at the fact that he was actually sitting there pouting up at me about not getting his way, or turn him over my knee and redden that tight little ass for being such a brat. My palms literally itched with the need to spank him until that ass glowed like the

morning sun. My wayward dick twitched and perked right back up at just the thought feeling that delicious sting in the middle of my palm as it makes solid contact with those curvy, unblemished cheeks. Damn, I had to regulate myself by picturing old wrinkled ladies wearing nothing but granny panties.

When I got my libido under some semblance of control, I sat on the coffee table directly in front of him, and ignored the ominous sound of strain the piece of furniture was suddenly experiencing under my solid weight. “Baby, trust me when I say that there is nothing I want more than to be buried balls deep in your delicious body, so deep in fact that we won’t be able to tell where one begins and the other ends.” I crooned as I used a finger under his chin to raise his defiant gaze to my serious one.

“I just want us to go into this eyes wide open. I want you to be sure about us, about being with me. I don’t want to be the rebound guy. In turn you need to understand a few things about me, as well. I can’t consciously take you to bed and unleash myself on you. First and foremost, I always, always have to be conscious of my size and my strength with my partner, and added to the fact that I am a hard core top, not to mention a Dominant in every sense of the word, makes sex with me more intense and sometimes more painful than my bed partner can ever imagine.” I clarified my reasons putting a stop to our earlier activities.

Joseph’s slender body seemed to deflate right before my eyes as all the tension leaked out of his stiff shoulders, and he peered up at me from under those amazing lashes. “I’m sorry I am acting like such a spoiled child, but we have been skirting around each other for way too long now, and I just wanted to finally, finally be in your arms and experience the real you instead of always dreaming about it. My impatience got the better of me and you are right we do need to have this conversation.”

My sweet boy jumped up and once again I let him pull me up by my wrists. His hands barely fit around the width of them. I helped him along by getting to my feet rather than letting him pull and possibly strain himself. Joe continued to hold my hand and led me through his home towards his kitchen.

Little does he know that I have been inside of his home many times, long before he moved in, and at least once a week when he is at work. My tech crew performs several security

sweeps throughout the entire building, as per Damien’s orders. It’s a job I will continue to personally perform as long as this beautiful man belongs to me, and even after if he ever chooses not to be mine anymore. His health and his safety was my first and foremost concern.

He seats me on one of the stools at the counter in the center of his kitchen and off he went. Joseph opened a cabinet and pulled out a pair of wine glasses, and set them on the sparkling countertop. Every time I set foot in his home, I always admired the clean simplicity of his decorating. Dark browns, with midnight black accents, paired with stunning white walls and little decorative paintings and knick knacks that just scream style and elegance.

My place on the other hand, a beautiful two story apartment that I never have time to enjoy because I am a workaholic. I handed over the reigns of decorating my home into the competent hands of one of Marcus’ interior designers. My only instruction to her was to make the everything big and comfortable, and strong enough to accommodate my big body in the lap of luxury.

Joseph set a platter of cheeses and fruit down in front of me and went back to grab the chilled bottle of wine he must have retrieved from the wine cooler built into the counter. I did the honors of opening the bottle and letting it air and he slid onto the stool right next to me. The little deviant plucked a ripe red grape from the platter and maintained full eye contact with me when he bit into the juicy bit of fruit. I watched the juice pool over those luscious pink lips and dribble down his chin.

I had to look away and take a few calming breaths. Joseph had no idea what he was doing. The fire he was slowly but surely stroking within me. He doesn’t have an inkling of how much I want to the throw him on top of this counter, pin his knees behind his ears, and fuck him until he passes out from being splayed open, and pleasured beyond his endurance. I would definitely make him a slut for my cock, and he would love every minute of it.

Joseph’s voice broke me out of my lustful thoughts when he broke the silence surrounding us. “Everyone has been either up in arms on my behalf, or being extra careful about what they say or how they say it me since Damien, Gavin and I have officially parted ways, and I was released from my contract. People seemed to be constantly waiting for me to have a nervous

breakdown or something. Bethany has been following me like my own shadow, and even you are making all kinds of assumptions about how I am supposed to be feeling.“

He looked me directly in the eye, and I waited for him continue. It dawned on me that he was actually right. We have all been making assumptions on how he is supposed to be feeling instead of asking him how he felt, or even offering him a sympathetic ear to vent if he needed to. How short sighted of me, and here I am wanting to make him my world, and I…

“Hey, none of that.” He interrupted the train of my thoughts. “You, Bethany, Corey, Marcus, and even Micah. None of you are my keepers. Damien was, and we mutually parted ways. You want to know how I feel. I feel vindicated. I am happy to know that deep down, I was right about Damien and Gavin being so right for each other it’s sickening.”

“I wouldn’t be human if at first I didn’t struggle with my bitterness over the situation, but you have to understand. I struggled with feeling like the third wheel during our entire relationship, and that was on my part not theirs. Those men did everything they possibly could to include me into their world, but for some I couldn’t get past the idea of one plus one equals two in a committed relationship. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed every aspect of my relationship with them. Damien was my Sir, my rock, and well you know I don’t have to spell it out for you.”

My eyes followed his every move as he slid butt forward on his chair, reached out and placed his hands on my cheeks. “By the time our relationship came to an end. I had made my peace with it. I felt bad for Damien because I knew that he loved me, and I almost didn’t go through with it because I knew Gavin would be devastated, and he had been, but again he had Damien to see him through my absence.”

He gave me a sweet little smile before he continued. “Now, it warms my heart to see them happy, healthy, and so in love with each other, and to address your concerns about being the rebound man, you are so far off the mark, it isn’t funny. I want you with every fiber of my being.”

He pinned me in place once again with those cerulean eyes. “One thing I also have to admit to, I miss being Dominated. I miss having a Dom and belonging solely to him. I miss that more than anything else, and after having a Master Dominant like Damien, I think he ruined me

for anyone else.“ He confessed and shyly ducked his head before sliding himself back onto his chair.

I picked up the wine and filled first, his glass and then my own, just to give myself a minute to gather my thoughts and formulate on how best to respond to his explanation of his feelings. Most importantly how to explain to him about that fine line between Dominating him, exposing him to a little darker side of the lifestyle that I am used to. The more hard core things that turned me on to no end. The same practices that are not for the faint of heart. But, I also needed him to understand my gentler side, the part of me that wants to be that loving boyfriend who spoils him rotten, and showers him with all the affection and romance he so rightly deserves.

I didn’t want to make things more complicated than they needed to be. I somehow found myself wondering how Marcus would have handled something like this, but then again. He hadn’t been romantically invested in our relationship when I was his submissive. He was there only to train me to be the best I could be in the lifestyle, and to truly understand myself and my desires. How to take my submissives’ desires and make them my own, and in turn making my sub trust me and feel secure enough to let go and willing put himself into my safe keeping.

“Well, I hope you’re not tired because we are in for a long night. I’m not an eloquent man. I can’t spew prose and poetry out of my mouth at the drop of a hat. I can only tell you like it is. Try to explain the best I can about my likes and dislikes, my hopes and dreams, and my hopes for where our relationship is going. All I ask is that you listen with an open mind, and feel free to ask me anything you want when I’m done. Are you ready to do that, baby?” I asked and watched his serious, but beautiful blue eyes roam all over my face before he nodded it head.

“Well then, let’s start at the beginning.” I said as Joseph made himself comfortable in his seat. My heart was pounding away like it was trying to beat right through my sternum, but this was what I wanted. He is who I wanted. So I bit the bullet, and opened my soul to this man in front of me, and I prayed that he could live and love what he getting to see and hear about me.

Chapter 4

Bethany

(My idea

of

Beth, Reese Witherspoon)

Shutting down my computer, my feelings about my work day coming to an end made me feel even more depressed than I already was. I didn’t have any plans for tonight, and I was pretty bummed about my current situation with Micah. I was uncertain about calling him since the last time I saw him, which was at Damien and Gavin’s wedding. The entire day had been wonderful right up until we left the club’s after party, and Micah escorted me to my front door.

We actually made it to my living room this time around before he once again balked at the merest hint of intimacy. It was like he couldn’t get out of my home and away from me fast enough. He’d moved so fast, I thought I’s seen a vapor trail tracking behind him. He had uttered some vague excuse, and hightailed it out my front door.

I mean, talk about an ego killer. I already knew going into whatever it is we have going on between us, that Micah was bisexual, but I am beginning to think that he preferred men over women, or maybe he is not attracted to me sexually. I flopped back in my office chair and let my arms dangle over the armrests.

I used my legs to sway the chair from side to side as I stared out the floor ceiling windows, trying to come to terms with what am I supposed to do. Micah and I haven’t defined or attached any labels to our relationship. Should I just tell him how I feel and call it a day, or should I just stop talking to him altogether and give him an easy out?

“Gah.” I waved an impatient hand through the air as if the action was going to somehow erase my frustration of the situation I’ve found myself in. I got to my feet and made sure everything on my desk was in place, and my files were secure before locking my office. I headed for Marcus’ private elevator.

He had left the office earlier today for his lunch meeting with his CFO, after which he informed he was going home for the remainder of the day since it was Friday. I’m sure he went home to his husband as quick as he possibly could get there, and he and Corey have most likely

fucked themselves into coma by now. God, I sound like a disgruntled, envious bitch. I shook my head as I forcefully stabbed the lobby button and waited for the elevator doors to close.

I have good reason to be crusty as hell about my single status. My own little brother had been in a three way relationship, getting fucked on a daily basis, sometimes several times a day with a whole lot of kink involved by not one, but two gorgeous men.All three of them were together for years before the relationship had run it’s course. Now, Joseph has a big bear of man, another stunning specimen of maleness, completely wrapped around his fucking fingers.

Not to mention Corey, another little foundling that made his way under my wing as well. He managed to nab one of the top richest bachelors on the Forbes Billionaire’s list for himself just by bumping into the man attempting to get onto an elevator and batting those big blue eyes at Marcus, and the CEO fell for the little cutie like a ton of bricks.

Even Gavin came along, broken and battered from his homophobic family, my poor sweet little country bumpkin. Yet, he still snagged himself a music mogul, another decadently sexy beast whose name is also on the Forbes wealthiest list and my brother’s ex to boot. Here I am just trying to get to second base at least with Micah.

I could care less if Micah had two pennies, or two billion dollars to his name. His wealth was not a deciding factor for me when it comes to my feelings for him. There is just something about the man. In the rare instances when he lets his guard down, I’m able to briefly catch a glimpse of his wounded soul. Those mesmerizing green eyes just implore you to want to nurture and cherish him until his demons go away. Huh, maybe I’ll have better luck if I have a sex change, get myself a nicely porportion pecker and then get me my man.

I walked through the marbled lobby of Marcus’ building and waved at Thomas, the head guard behind the security desk before stepping outside where Daryl was patiently waiting for me as usual. My phone started ringing just as I slid into the backseat of the car, and I smiled at Daryl when he politely closed the car door. The call was coming from a private number, and I was too tired to play guessing games with anyone, so I sent whomever it was to my voicemail.

Don’t get me wrong, I am happy that my boys have found their men, and I ecstatic that they are happy, loved beyond belief, and well taken care of. But, I’m tired of going home alone. I

want my someone special too, and Micah shows such promise. He is everything I want in a partner.

But he is holding himself back from me, and I don’t know why. I’ve always been one of those people who tackled any problem I may have head on until I found a solution for it. I couldn’t take that type of approach with this man though. He is the type when confronted, he’ll feel challenged and clam up altogether if I forced the issue.

“Are we going straight to your condo Miss Beth, or are we planning on making any stops along the way?” Daryl’s question broke into my thoughts, and I looked over the partially opened privacy partition into his dark brown eyes staring inquiringly back at me in the rearview mirror.

I mustered up a cheerful smile for the ever patient man and replied. “Thanks Daryl, but take me straight to my condo, please.”

“As you wish.” Marcus’ long time driver responded before the partition silently slid back up into place, cocooning me in the luxurious rear interior of Marcus’ Bentley. Yes, my job comes with a lot of perks, and I wouldn’t trade working for Marcus for the world. Not only was he a shrewd businessman, he’s also possesses a caring heart. He is more like family rather than my boss. The man is also badass Master Dominant, and he is a good one because it’s in his very nature to care for people, not just his submissive, but everyone he cares for.

As the gentle purr of the luxury vehicle’s engine became the only sound I heard, my thoughts unerringly returned to Micah and I. We have been cruising in this limbo between being friends and possible lovers for years. Everyone thought we were an honest to goodness couple, when in reality I can’t even put a name to what we are to one another. Mutual friends? Mutual Beards for each other?

I don’t know… We have sort of fallen into this pattern we presented to the public. We go out to public events together to keep each other company, but in private, Micah runs as fast as he can the minute anything sexual is introduced to our time spent together. It never used to bother me before because I had other male friends, I dated other men. Not once has Micah proclaimed that we were exclusive, and I know for a fact the little subs in The Dungeon have all tripped over themselves to provide him with their services.

Hell, I have even watched him in his private suite at the club when he’s training and fucking those pretty boys. He also trained some of the Dominants in his signature technique, the art of tying Shibari knots and rope play. Watching him so focused and patient while he goes through the time consuming method of bondage always turned me on. The sight of those multicolored hemp ropes snaking across desire flushed skin was enough to make my panties wet, and I ’m sure Micah knew the effect he has on me each and every time he invites me to watch him play.

People would probably laugh in my face if I told them that Micah and I have never slept together. We haven’t even spent a night together under the same roof. Like I said, that simple fact never used to bother me before. But, I’ve reached a point in my life now, where I want to settle down with that someone special.

None of the men I’ve dated have fully met my criteria for my happily ever after, and I know exactly why that is. They have all been found lacking in comparison to Micah Jennings. Not one of those wonderful but unfortunate men could ever seem to compare to the one man in my life who doesn’t seem to be sexually attracted to me.

A giant tub of Rocky Road Ice Cream and maybe a bottle or two of red wine to wash it all down would possibly numb the ache in my heart, maybe for tonight at least. Tomorrow is another day, and I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.

I leaned forward before Daryl had the chance to pass the little Italian Grocery store close to my condo. I pushed the button to lower the partition. “Sorry Daryl, I changed my mind can you please stop at Guido’s Market.”

Daryl nodded and gave me an indulgent smile before he smoothly eased the car to a smooth stop and double parked on front of the store. The cabbies honked their horns and hurled curse words out of their opened windows. The everyday road rage of city drivers didn’t phase Daryl at all. The man just calmly opened my door and I quickly patted him on his wide chest, and told him I was just going to quickly grab what I wanted and there was no need for him to escort me inside.

It didn’t take me long to pick up the wine I wanted, and I decided to get a small cheese and fruit platter from the deli instead of the tub of ice cream. I didn’t need the added guilt from

eating an entire bucket of ice cream all by myself. I’ll be able to look at myself in mirror when I wake up in the morning with the choice of fruit slices and cheese. I’ll just run myself a hot, scented bath, indulge in my vino, maybe add some slices of prosciutto to the platter, and soak my sorrows away.

With my plan for the evening firmly in place, I paid for my items while a pimple faced teenager bagged them up for me. I think he was one of Guido’s, the owner’s nephews. I gave him a few dollars as a tip, and hurried back outside where Daryl was waiting for me. He took my bags from me, and I slipped back into car. We were off again, and it took all of two minutes to reach the front entrance of my building. Daryl was already out of the car by the time I picked up my purse. He held the door opened for me and helped me out of the vehicle before grabbing my things from the front seat.

He walked beside me with my groceries and my computer case in his hands. He escorted me towards the entrance of my building and the doorman, Tucker, quickly scrambled forward with usual cheerful greeting while opening the glass doors for us. I waved at Jennifer, the lobby receptionist as we continued past her towards the elevators.

I stopped almost mid stride when I heard the deep husky rumble of Micah’s voice as he told Daryl that he’ll see me safely upstairs. My head snapped around and I looked right into his challenging emerald green gaze. I wanted to be mad at him, I wanted to tell him to fuck off, but it was like my brain had shut down completely at the sight of the man, and my traitorous body tingled from head to toe with the sheer joy of seeing him.

I helplessly watched as Daryl handed my things over to the Micah, gave him a nod, and turned to give me a genuine smile before leaving me standing there still staring the arrogant bastard like he was a ghost that popped up out of nowhere. Which in all actuality, he did after his disappearing act last week. Just the memory alone of his last disgraceful flight had me fired up enough for my tongue to unlock itself from the roof of my mouth. The audacity of the blasted man. I’ve had enough of him running hot and cold, and taking off when it gets a to be too hot for him to handle. If he was going to go, put me out of my misery, and stay gone.

The elevator arrived and he stuck his foot out to keep the door from closing as I stalled standing in the same exact spot where Daryl left me. The infernal man smirkedat me as he stood

there studying me with those shimmering emerald eyes. He was blatantly challenging me, he knew I was pissed at him, and in his silently fucked up way, he was calling me out on it.

I could feel my face burning with the desire to cuss him out right here in the lobby, but I seriously didn’t feel like airing my personal business to the people I see on a daily basis. So, I had no choice but to slip past his heavily muscled frame and into the elevator. I was going to try my very best remain calm until we reached the privacy of my home, and damn him if he just didn’t shoot down my plans for my nice relaxing evening too. I was so going to let this smug sonofabitch have a piece of my mind once and for all.

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Joseph

(A shirtless Mike)

My hands were shaking and I literally sweating bullets with both anxiety and fear of how I am going to spend my afternoon with Michael. The palms of my hands were clammy even with the a/c vents blowing full throttle in the backseat of the car. It was a miracle I made it through my work week after Michael and I had our little heart to heart over the past weekend. I had always suspected, but I didn’t know for sure if Michael was a Dom. I have never seen him around The Dungeon or inside the Marcus’ V.I.P. playroom upstairs.

Mike had explained to me that his absence in the V.I.P area wasn’t because of his lack of membership, he was a full member and Marcus had all but begged him to perform for the other exclusive members, but he felt that his specific kinks and what his subs to consensually endure were sometimes too extreme for the lighter crowd or the faint of heart. When he was at the club, he usually spent his time in his private suite with his selected house sub practicing those said kinks for the remainder of the time spent there.

I must admit, when Michael had said that, a ripple of anxiety had shivered down my spine. I wondered just how much more extreme was he compared to my previous Sir. Damien was a heavy hitter in the lifestyle, not only was he a Dominant, but a Master Dominant as well. He was well versed in multiple methods of bondage, CBT, edge play, and the power exchange, which were his primary specialties. Playing out scenes with the man as his submissive was not to be taken lightly.

Mike had switched us from drinking wine to water. He had wanted me completely aware and cognizant of what he was telling me about himself. He had started from the beginning, and opened up about his life growing up as an only child, born to older than average parents. His parents had long since given up on having a child after multiple attempts followed by heart wrenching miscarriages, and then his mother had gotten pregnant with him when they had least expected it. She was in her early forties when she had finally conceived and carried the baby to term, and his father was already in his mid fifties.

They had been ecstatic about the pregnancy and his birth. They’d also been paranoid after the high risk pregnancy, and in turn, they became very overprotective of their little miracle. Their overprotectiveness became stifling as Michael had gotten older, and it only continued to get worse as he progressed into his teenage years.

The older he got, was the more clingy his mother became. She had never approved of his friends, or anyone he spent his time with. She hadn’t approved of anything that may have had the possibility of taking his focus away from home. She had still wanted to control every aspect of his life as if he was still her little boy.

Michael had went on to excuse his mother’s behavior by saying that she acted out of love, and she was never malicious, or calculating with her plans for him. It’s just that she didn’t want to let him go after hoping and wishing so long for a child of her own. He had given her no choice but to accept, and realize that her baby boy was now man, who needed to leave her skirt strings behind and make a life for himself. He accomplished it by coming home one day, and announcing out of the blue, that he had enlisted in the Army. He was leaving for boot camp three weeks after he graduated from high school.

I’d watched in total fascination as the big man’s ears turned bright red with the memory of how his mother had ranted and raved, until she begrudely accepted the fact that he was going away no matter what she had to say on the subject. His father had been a big supporter of his decision to enlist, being the Navy himself, and experienced being deployed overseas having served in the Vietnam War. Mike’s father had promised him that his mother would eventually come around, and the older Mr. Reynolds had made Mike promise to keep himself safe.

My heart had plummeted to my feet, and my stomach had churned with acid when Mike described his military career. How he skyrocketed through the ranks, and his training to become one of the best snipers in his group. How he had secured a coveted position with the Army Rangers. He had described how proud he had been to be labeled one of the youngest recruits to become a Ranger. That was until the mission deployments began. He was ordered to take out specific targets, mostly leaders of hidden drug cartels, militant group leaders, and the like.

As he gained notoriety for his efficiency in marksmanship, and with his uncanny ability to appear and disappear in the middle of hostile territory like wraith, take out his mark before

anyone had any idea of what was happening, of course his call sign amongst his team became the Ghost Hunter.

Then, his was once again bumped up the line in his fast track career. He was assigned to the top secret missions. He had do things he abhorred, and his career began to take a turn that he just couldn’t stomach any longer. His very last assignment was the one that had cemented his decision to put in for his discharge from the Army.

On that particular mission, he was told to take out not only his mark, but he had to do it during what was to be a public celebration of some sort. He was told that was the one and only time the man would be seen out in public. Mike had argued with his commanding officer, clearly pointing out that women and children were going to be in attendance. But he was told that he had no choice but to carry out his orders or face charges of insubordination.

Michael’s big body had slumped forward in his chair, and he had to lean heavily on his arms to hold himself together when he went on to explain the horrific aftermath of his mission. His body shook as he recalled the moment his bullet had pierced his mark right between the eyes, it was like chaos had ensued immediately after the body had hit the ground. The dead target’s shocked supporters had blindly opened fire right there in the middle of the crowded street party, and innocent people were caught in the hail of automatic gunfire.

He had watched through his rifles long range scope in horror as women, children, and the elderly were mowed down by the barrage of bullets, until he and his team had systematically taken out the gunmen, one by one until the remaining supporters fled off into the darkness. He had carried those grisly images with him for years. He’d found himself waking up in the night drenched with his own sweat, his heart pounding, and screams of horror burning the back of his throat.

I couldn’t help it, when he had summarized his medical treatment for his post traumatic stress disorder, and how he still struggled with it sometimes. My overtaxed heart felt like it was going to melt into one huge dripping puddle in the middle of my chest. I’d slipped off my bar stool and crowded myself in between those tree trunk thighs. I wrapped my arms around him the best I could. It was no easy feat to accomplish with as wide as his shoulders are.

I remembered burying my nose under his chin and drawing his warm, fresh scent deep into my lungs. His big arms locked around my waist and pulled me in even closer to his muscled chest. I found myself never wanting to let this man go, it was like being wrapped in comfort and security at the same time. As much as I wanted to soothe this man’s very soul, I found that I was being the one soothed and petted instead. If I were a cat, I would have been rubbing my body all over the hypnotizing man and purring as loud as I possibly could.

Michael had tucked me under his arm and led me into my living room. He had sprawled his deliciously body into a reclining position on my sofa. He brought me to lie down in between his splayed thighs, and my upper body rested on his massive chest. It was a miracle I hadn’t wound up grinding myself all over the impressive length of his semi erect pole that was poking me in my stomach. Especially when he decided to shock the hell out of me by recounting the erotic tale of what happened to him after he had come to live in the city.

My jaw had hit the floor when he explained the history behind meeting Marcus, and how he had expressed an interest in the lifestyle. Marcus called him out on it and offered to train him. The mental image that had flooded my brain when Michael verbally painted the picture of being Marcus’ sub in training before training as a Dominant me unconsciously rocking my hips, and rubbing my rock hard shaft against Mike’s hip.

I’ve only had the privilege to watch Marcus perform as the Master he truly was only twice. Both instances was of course, was with Corey, his husband and his sub, and damned if Marcus wasn’t the lead character of any gay boy’s wet dreams when he’s in his headspace as a Dom.

The both of us were as hard as granite and our bodies were quivering with need by that point, but Mike’s big hands had gripped my wayward hips, and he kept me absolutely still as he went on to further explain his preferences in the lifestyle. My entire body ignited like it was set on fire when his already deep voice had lowered by another octave or two. He had flipped me over onto my back and wedged his tickened shaft against my covered ass.

He’d snapped the command out for me to, “concentrate on his words, and not what he was doing to my body,” in a commanding tone that nearly had me spewing my release inside my

shorts. Damn, I recalled thinking that was doomed if his Dominant timbre of voice alone was enough to get me off.

Michael continued to enlighten me about that fact that he was very much into impact play, and that his favorite instrument of choice was an eight foot long leather bullwhip. He’d once again flipped me over so that I was facing him again, and he carefully studied my face as he went down his list of preferences. I quickly found out that he was a Sadist.

He loved to perform scenes involving sensory play with complete sensory deprivation, sexual denial, breath control, and the total power exchange. I had to admit that when he mentioned suspension, something I have never experienced other than being in a sex swing, my anxiety spiked a little. The whip sounded sinfully delicious to me, the sting of the leather tip against my flesh would most likely send me into my subspace almost immediately.

I snapped back to reality when the car slowed and my driver pulled to a smooth stop at the curb in front of Mike’s apartment building. I looked out the window and up the tall exterior of the building. My mind fully engaged on the man waiting for me on the top floor. I admitted that night and I’ll gladly admit it again, that I’m a true masochist in every sense of the word. A slut for pain and by the sounds of it, I have found my match in the big bodyguard.

The car door was opened for me and I smiled at Jarrod as I stepped out onto the paved sidewalk. The quiet man is a prime example of another impeccably trained member of Michael’s security personnel. If he couldn’t be there for any us himself, he always made sure we had the best of the best protecting us.

Sure enough, Jarrod shadowed my steps all the way into the buildings lobby. Michael must of already informed the front desk of my visit, because the man just waved Jarrod and I through the elegant lobby with it’s multiple sitting areas, and he escorted me to the elevators. I tried my best not to fidget and give into the nervous energy that was threatening to ramp up my anxiety levels.

I calmed myself by quietly regulating my breathing, slowly in and out of my nose, and mentally reiterating the fact that Mike had just invited me over to spend a quiet Saturday afternoon with him inside of his home. He was going to show me his personal space, and his

playroom. He’d planned lunch for the both of us. He had said he was actually going to cook. He liked doing it, but it wasn’t fun cooking for only himself.

The lift dinged, signaling our arrival on the top floor, and Jarrod stepped out and scanned the hallway from left to right before letting me set foot out of the car. We turned right and continued down the short hallway to a set of white Double doors, and just as we came to a stop in front of the double panels, Jarrod went to knock on the panel, but the door clicked open and revealed a shirtless Mike Staring down at me with a sinfuly sexy smirk on his face.

I’ve never seen Mike in anything other his designer suits.The other night was the first time I saw him without one of his tailored jackets. Even his dress shirt seemed to have been custom fitted to his awesome body. Good lord, what a mouth watering, mind numbing body it was. My mind went completely blank and I am sure my jaw was dragging on the ground. Oh my sweet Jesus, this was going to be an interesting afternoon.

Mike took my hand and gently pulled me into his home, and Jarrod chuckled as he patted me on the shoulder before turning around to go back the way he came. My eyes once again roamed freely over Michael’s luscious body as he closed the door. He little gasp escaped my lips as he suddenly tugged me against the warm naked expanse of that chiseled chest. My fingers splayed across those wide solid pecs.

He bent at his knees to whisper in my ear. “You are finally on my turf now precious, and I wonder what I’m going to do to you first.” His deep voice purred in my ear. His warm breath caressed across my cheek. Michael’s words took a second before they registered in my lust addled brain, and when they did, a whimper squeaked out of my mouth, and my cock pulsed so suddenly behind the zipper of my shorts that I could have sworn I’d just come all over myself, god help me.

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Micah

(Nick Auger, my idea of Micah)

I stood there trying my best to save face by appearing nonchalant and uncaring, but in all actuality I felt like the lowest form of shit. Like everything else, with the exception of my businesses, I’d fucked up yet again. I know I did and this time I’d done it to the one person who has been a constant in my dysfunctional life for years. Bethany was gearing up to give me a piece of her mind after years of dealing with my dysfunction. I’m not surprised she didn’t have Daryl toss me out onto the sidewalk on my ass.

My flimsy excuse for my actions, was that she was seeing other people. While I was trying to deal with overcoming the ravenous need growing inside of me to just take her, tie her to my bed, and fuck her until we both can’t walk. It literally hits below the belt to know that Beth was too good for me, to delicate, refined, and too pretty to sully with my sins.

When I’d first met Bethany however many years ago, I was attending a monthly meeting with Damien and Marcus. We all used to meet once a month in Marcus’ headquarters when we were still in the planning stages of opening The Dungeon. We would get together with everyone, from the architects to the financial advisors and update ourselves on every aspect of our latest investment.

She’d been young, fresh out of college, and too innocent to even be in the same room with me and my fucked up brain. She was, and she still is too pure to be touched by the filth that covers every inch of my mind and body. I had dismissed her after one longing glance. A sweet girl would have no idea what to do with a depraved motherfucker like me.

The fucking Marines had turned me into the perfect mindless, emotionless, and unrelenting killer. I was their drone, their slaughtering machine until they had no more use for me, and gave me an honorable discharge after giving them my younger years. One day I was in the jungles of some godforsaken rain forest killing anything that moved, and the next day they said that I served my purpose, and gave me an envelope with my discharge papers and a fair the well, and just like that I was once again a regular citizen.

I’d drifted not knowing what to do with myself and the skills I’d attained that were useless in the real world. I’d planned to make a career out of the military, but for whatever reason they discarded me like yesterday’s trash. By pure chance or I used to think it was a coincidence I’d run into a former team member, another one of Uncle Sam’s castaways.

Suddenly, I found myself recruited into a cell of ruthless mercenaries. We were killers for hire, paid by the highest bidders to take out targets for whatever reason, whether it was a political move or a militant one. It hadn’t mattered to us as long as we got our money, and yes, sometimes the good ole USA was the highest bidder for our services. The road to freedom is a cutthroat and bloody journey, believe that if you don’t believe anything else.

I’d made a majority of my wealth on killing people. I hadn’t cared who or what they were. I asked no questions as I took the one thing they could never ever have returned to them, and I did without a care in the world. I knew I had to get out of that situation when the dreams started. They were always the same, I was being dragged kicking and screaming into the depth of a bloody pool by skeletal hands.

The souls of the people I killed would be screaming for vengeance above me, and I was drowned the in the very blood that I spilled. I’d wake up drenched in sweat and repetitiously chanting that the people I’d killed deserved it. They were the scrounge of the earth, drug dealers, pimps, demented cult leaders, and I was doing what no one else had the balls to do by taking them out. But I wasn’t god, it wasn’t up to me to decide if someone lived or died and the guilt grew until it had almost choked me. I had to get out.

The event that completely annihilated me occurred on one balmy night in Panama. I’d had my last round of Tequila shots with my former team, and said my final goodbyes to the men that had just as much blood on their hands that I had on mine. A pretty little prostitute had apprached me as I wobbled out of the bar, and attempted to make my way back to my motel room.

I had a flight to catch in the morning that would have brought me back to the United States, but when the olive skin beauty approached me batting those big doe eyes in my direction. My cock had taken over my rational thinking. I’d taken the woman back to my room and she’s let me fuck her until my balls couldn’t produce another ounce of semen if it wanted to.

She’d fell asleep shortly after I’d released her bound wrists from the headboard and in my drunken state, my exhausted body had crashed onto the lumpy mattress right next to her. When I woke up the next morning, and I became aware of my surroundings, I’d found myself straddling her half dressed body with my hands tightly wrapped around her slender throat.

My hands and forearms had been scratched bloody and she was unconscious but blessedly alive. My stomach rolled and I leaned over the side of the bed, and vomited what little I had in my gut. I remembered running into the tiny bathroom and grabbing several of the threadbare towels and wetting them under the faucet. I’d carried them back the bedroom and tried to rouse the woman.

I had no idea how long I’d been choking her. I didn’t know if I’d deprived her brain of oxygen for too long? I’d been scared shitless, until the woman had suddenly opened her eyes. She’d looked up at me with abject horror before she’d jumped up grabbed her clothes and ran away from me like I was the devil himself. I’d almost killed an innocent woman because my mind was fucked up.

It couldn’t deal with the unmentionable things I wrought upon it, and now I was turning into some kind of psycho not fit to be in out in normal society. The whole incident had shaken me so bad. If anyone had bothered to ask me, I couldn’t have told you how I managed to get myself back to the States.

I’d gone back to my hometown to hide in my Uncle’s Cabin for god knows how long. I’d sayed hidden for weeks in that one bedroom cabin by the lake until my stock of food had run out. I had no choice but to pick myself up, and go to the local market. It had been either that or go hunting, and truth be told, I wasn’t sure if I could ever place my hand on a firearm of any kind again.

No one had paid me the any attention in the trendy little town as I zipped into the grocery store, and quickly selected the items I wanted. I’d managed to escape the nosiness of my small town neighbors, but when I’d turned the corner and there, halfway down the aisle, I saw my childhood friend, Evan. The man had always been a looker when we were growing up, I’m not going to lie. I’d managed to tap that ass several times before I’d left my uncle, his bike shop, and that sweet piece of ass behind for the military.

My chest had gotten even tighter than it already was as I stood there and watched the gorgeous man select his fresh vegetables, and browse through the selection of fruits.Something about the normalcy of it had triggered something in my flawed way of thinking. My thoughts were hurled backwards in tie, and I recalled the days before I was programmed by the military to become a murderer.

Those earlier days in my life when all I’d wanted to do was fuck Evan while he was bent over my throttling bike. My eager cock would be buried between the perfect globes of his rounded butt cheeks. I had him splayed face down over the seat pounding into his heated channel while the vibrations of my harley’s powerful motor tickled my balls.

The multiple sensations had been enough to make me come like a jet propelled rocket. Watching Evan do something as simple as selecting his groceries had bitterly reminded me of how much I’d changed, and the sad fact that I was slowly but surely sinking into the depths of madness.

That day was another turning point for me, I’d set the shopping basket on the ground at my feet and I’d just walked away. I spent months, fucking, drinking, and just barely existing on a day to day basis. I slept when I was tired, fucked when I was horny.

I deliberately stayed away from women. I stuck to men, manly beefy men that could take a rough fucking. Big dudes who would be able to hold their own if I had unciously attacked them in my sleep. I was deathly afraid of sleeping with a woman and finding myself in a situation worse than the one with the little prostitute back in Panama, so I’ d written women off the list altogether.

I’d continued my stream of reckless debauchery, bouncing from man to man until I collided with a big leather daddy, a beast of a man that had me begging for him to use his big dick pound my self-loathing right out of me, even if or was for just one night. But the man had brushed me off, and he had promptly informed me that I wasn’t his type.

I wasn’t slender enough or even pretty enough for his tastes, and with the way I’d been wobbling on my feet, high on whatever pills I’d washed down with copious amounts of alcohol. I surely needed to be taken in hand. That is exactly what the man did, he’d introduced himself to me as Paulo Moretti, but he’d told me to call him Paulie.

The big man had been true to his word. He’d taken me firmly into his care, and I’d made a discovery that changed my life forever. Paulie had introduced me to the world of bondage, domination, submission, and sadomasochism. Despite fighting the man tooth and nail along the slow and painful journey, he’d brought me to heel.

He’d become my Sir, and he stripped me of everything I’d come to know about myself. My Sir had torn me down, and left me brutally open with no way to hide inner pain and darkness from him or from myself.

My Sir had taken me apart piece by piece, cleansed my tortured soul and put me back together again. It had taken him three years to shape me back into becoming some semblance of a human being. Paulie had helped me when I needed it most, and I will forever grateful to the man.

But don’t get it wrong, I hadn’t been miraculously healed. I still struggled with my PTSD, but Paulie continued to mentor me and taught me everything I know about the lifestyle. He’d trained me both as his submissive, and later on as a Dominant. Then the big man had introduced me to Marcus, who in turn had introduced me to Damien and we had hit it off and over time we became business partners. I managed to straighten out my life to an extent and I learned to take the good days with the bad.

Paulie had met his perfect sub when we were in the final stages of opening the doors of The Dungeon. Pretty little Gino Rossetti had been one of the most stunning pups in the long line beautiful subs who had been applying to be waiters on the main floor of the club.

The big bear had taken one look at the breathtaking boy with his mop of dark curls, and those big soulful brown eyes and the rest was history. We had mutually parted ways long before that, and I was happy that Paulie had found his special someone. By that time Bethany had become Marcus’ PA, and she had become my obsession.

All of a sudden my head snapped back and my right eye socket exploded in excruciating pain. “What the fuck?” I shouted, as my hand flew up to cover my injured cheek. I looked around for the brute who had slugged me like a professional fighter.

“That’ s for not listening to word I have said for the last twenty minutes you hard headed asshole!” Bethany exclaimed as my shocked eyes watched her shake out her little fist. “I’m through with you Micah Jennings, you are like this one big mind fuck and…..oh” Her big blue green eyes went as wide as saucers, and she stopped her tirade in mid sentence when I dropped to my knees in front of her. I wrapped my arms around her upper thighs and I just held onto her.

“Please baby, I’m sorry. I can explain. I want to explain why I’m the way I am. Just please…I need you. You can’t leave me.” I quietly pleaded with her. I buried in the curve of her magnificent breasts and I felt the tension leak out of her body like someone had released the valve on a pressure cooker.

“You fucking bastard, only you can flay my heart wide open me like this.” She reprimanded me, but I couldn’t help but smile that curved my lips when she carded her fingers through my hair, and held me tighter against the scented comfort of her body. She had the term just right, because for her, I’m was willing to open my very soul wide open and show her all of the ugliness inside of me. I can only hope and pray that she will still want me after I reveal everything I am to her.

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Joseph

(Lunch)…with a little dessert. You have been warned :-)

Mike stepped back but he kept those warm big hands on my hips as if the man could sense that he had rendered my legs to the consistency of jelly with only the cadence of his sexy ass voice. I mean my knees actually had wobbled there for a minute and it took me a few moments to gather my scattered thoughts. Damn, this man was more potent than an undiluted shot of narcotics.

“Come on, let’s have some lunch beautiful. I have a feeling that you are going to need the sustenance.” His deep voice penetrated the sexual haze that was already threatening to overtake my thought processes.

He took me by the hand and led me into the kitchen where I could already see the preparations for our afternoon meal laid out on the sparkling granite countertop. Mike seated me at the counter before sauntering off towards the other side where the food items were waiting to be prepared. I let my eyes drink in the sight of the half naked man. His physique was unreal, it looked like it had been painstakingly sculpted by the hand of god himself. The big man was all chiseled planes and not one ounce of fat was visible anywhere. The sheer perfection of his body put David’s Michelangelo sculpture to shame.

My mouth watered as the big man winked at me before taking a knife from the butcher’s block and began to expertly chop the vegetables in front of him. His huge pecs and those sculpted biceps flexed so enticingly while he worked that I actually felt my mouth watering at the sight. God, what would he taste like? How would it feel to just lick my way across those tight muscles and savor his unique flavor on my tongue. I couldn’t help but to fidget and shift my position in my seat. My cock was rock hard in my shorts and there was barely enough room for the sudden surge of blood flooding into the rapidly swelling organ.

“Keep looking at me like that baby and lunch is definitely going to be postponed, and that will not do. I will be most displeased if I don’t get the opportunity to feed you the main course before dessert.” Mike warned with a knowing smirk curling the corners of those delicious lips.

If I could’ve open my mouth to respond, I would have, but since my throat was bone dry and I didn’t have a clue as to how to respond, I just kept quiet and watched him as he went back to preparing whatever it was he was making. He turned around with the cutting board in his hand and slid the sliced vegetables in the sizzling skillet on the stove top. After replacing the board on the counter, he opened the refrigerator and withdrew a covered bowl.

He removed the lid and the contents of the bowl went into the skillet as well. Without missing a beat, Mike stirred the mixture in the pan and stepped to the side of the counter where he had a bottle of white wine chilling on ice. He poured a glass of the pale sparkling beverage and handed it to me with another devilish wink.

After taking a fortifying sip, I asked if he needed me to do anything, but he just told me to sit there and look pretty. The aromas of his cooking permeated the kitchen and I felt a level of comfort I haven’t felt in a long time as I sat there and let the warmth of the sun poring through the floor to ceiling windows, and the delicious aromas of cooking food melt away all my concerns. The domesticated scene surrounded me in comfort and care. Soon enough, I had a steaming plate of vegetables and shrimp stir fry sitting in front of me. My mouth watered for a different reason as I spied the jumbo shrimp cooked to perfection accompanied with a bright variety of veggies in a brown sauce.

“Wow, this looks really good.” I complimented him as he took a seat right beside me. He was sitting close enough for our thighs to brush against one another, and I had to admit that I was as happy as a pampered puppy right about now.

There was no need for a lengthy drawn out conversation while we enjoyed our food. It tasted just as good as it was presented. I was pleasantly surprised at his level of proficiency in the kitchen. Mike had always struck me as the type to be too busy to be domestic in any way shape or form. It just goes to show you that you can never make assumptions or try to judge people at all. It takes getting to know someone to truly figure out who they are and what they stand for. I must say that, the more I get to know Mike is the more I was convinced that the man was perfect for me. The guilt of leaving Damien and Gavin seemed to be more bearable with the realization that my needs and what I wanted were not being fully met in the relationship I had with both of those beautiful men.

Like the Master Dominant and a man who loved me for who I am, Damien seemed to have recognized that, and he had selflessly set me free to find exactly what I needed with who I wanted. Damn, I had to set my fork down and just take a minute to breathe as my emotions threatened to choke me. I was definitely going to have to take a minute and talk to him when he returned from his honeymoon.

“Is everything alright baby? Do you need anything else?” Mike asked as he placed a concerned hand on my arm.

Opening my eyes, I gave him watery smile and found my voice. “No everything is perfect.” I replied and for me, in that very moment. I meant it, everything was. Mike, the food, his concern for me, and the affection, the adoration for me in his eyes made the entire afternoon absolutely perfect.

Mike returned my smile and leaned over to place a tender kiss on my forehead. His delicious lunch was consumed. The wine was finished and the dishes placed in the dishwasher. I had insisted on at least helping to clean up since he had cooked our wonderful meal.

“Okay sweetness, let me give you the fifty cent tour and then we can decide where to go from there.” He said as he studied my face.

I kept my features bland, trying desperately not to show how nervous I was. I knew Mike was going to show me his playroom, but I didn’t know if he wanted to initiate a scene today. I had prepared myself at home for it just in case, so I was ready. But the anticipation for the unexpected still had my nerves on edge. Mike must have sensed it because he stepped in close and gathered me into his arms. He wrapped me up and cuddled me into his much bigger body, I felt like I was cocooned in a living, breathing security blanket.

“Relax baby, remember safe, sane, and consensual. Nothing happens unless you say so. How far we go and if we play today or not is entirely up to you. We are just going to take a look to see if you are comfortable within my space or if we’re going to need to make any modifications to make sure that you feel safe when we do decide to play, alright.” His thick fingers carded through my hair and I felt my nerves settle and a comforting warmth spread through my body all the way from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.

“Okay, let’s get this show on the road.” I whispered into his solid chest and I felt the rumbling of his laughter before he pulled away and again led me by the hand through his home.

By the time we got to the second floor and through the multiple rooms of his house, I had surmised that Mike had impeccable taste when it came to the decor of his home. It was sparsely furnished, but what pieces he had was for the utmost level of comfort. Everything form the neutral tan walls to the stunning artwork, and pristine white throws and pillows mixed with gleaming Cherrywood furniture worked throughout the house.

When he led me down the hall to a set of closed double doors, I could sense his nervousness as he withdrew a set of keys from his pocket and quietly opened one of the panels. He stepped into the room before me and flicked a switch on the wall before drawing me inside and closing the door behind us.

My eyes went wide as I surveyed the room. The walls were painted dark blue with dark wood paneling. The floors where wood, matching the wall paneling and they gleamed bright and polished under the inlayed ceiling lights. The windows were covered with navy and white black out curtains. There was one particular item that drew my gaze almost immediately. A huge St. Andrews cross was built into the back wall of the room. The padded the leather restraints attached to it had my blood heating up to alarming levels, my cock tented in my shorts, and my breathing instantly slowed to a lust driven panting pattern.

“Go explore baby.” Mike’s deep voice whispered in my ear, his warm breath brushed over my cheek and a shiver of desire tingled its way down my spine.

I drew a deep breath to steady myself and stepped away from the big warm body behind me to do exactly what he’d instructed me to do. I slowly meandered around the room and opened drawers and cabinets as I went along. I couldn’t help the full body shudders of excitement as I examined the plethora of butt plugs, nipple clamps, cock rings, paddles, crops, and even gleaming set of sounds lovingly encased in a red velvet box. I didn’t dare to look in Mike’s direction until I opened the closet and a surprised gasp whistled past my lips.

There, lining the entire back wall of the small closet was an evil looking assortment of leather whips. Each one was innocently coiled and hanging on separate pegs. They were different in length and width. With a trembling hand I reached out and caressed one of them with a tentative finger, and it was then I had gathered enough courage to look back at the man who had brought me into his inner sanctum in the first place.

My cock jerked and leaked out a copious amount of preejaculate into my underwear because it wasn’t Michael the gentle giant that was staring back at me. My eyes met the heated, lust filled gaze of Mike, an unpretentious Dominant who was currently glaring at back at me with a gaze full of dark, decedent promise. He was just willing me make the next move. My heart pounded in my chest as my body took on a mind of it’s own. My feet carried me back across the room and I didn’t even wince as I dropped to my knees on the unforgiving hardwood floor at his feet. I assumed the present position, my ass on my heels and my arms clasped behind my back with my chest pushed out. I patiently waited for my Dominants instructions with my head lowered in total submission.

I little soft mewl left my lips when I felt his fingers card through my hair. “Are you absolutely sure about this baby?”

“Yes Sir.” I replied without preamble.

I heard his breath whoosh out of his nose seconds before his fingers fisted in my hair and my head was roughly pulled back.

“Then look at me and tell me what you want boy.” My Dominant barked and I had to swallow the knot of unadulterated lust that had formed in my throat.

“I…I want to taste you Sir.” I whispered at his shimmering gaze which held completely enthralled and rendered me immobile.

My hair was yanked yet again and the pain in my scalp only managed to send another tsunami of lust straight to my already leaking cock.

“What do you want to taste pet? Do you want my cock? Is that it, you want to choke on my dick boy?” He asked as he roughly shoved my face into his crotch. I whimpered like a bitch in heat before I tried to rub my face all over his engorged length and inhale his scent at the same time. His jeans covered dick smelled of his expensive cologne underlined with his musky, manly scent. I found I couldn’t get enough of it as I nuzzled my face deeper into the junction of his thick thighs.

“Take my cock out and show me how much you want it, slut, be my good little cocksucker and I may even reward you with a taste my cum.” He growled and a whimpered again as I reached for the snap of his jeans with trembling hands.

Oh god, he had gone commando, no underwear in sight, and I nearly creamed myself when I pulled his rock hard monster cock from the confines of his jeans. Saliva pooled in my mouth. Sweet Jesus, he was at least ten inches in length, cut, and wide as my wrist. The head was red and glistened, wet and inviting with his precum coating the bulbous tip. My tongue snaked out of my mouth and I was about to get the first taste of heaven when I thick finger poked me in the middle of my forehead to stop me. My confused eyes flew up to his hooded gaze in question.

“Tap my shin twice as your safe word. You won’t be able to verbalize once I start fucking your throat.” He said like it was the most natural thing in the world and a groan actually did leave my throat as he slapped the dripping head of his cock against my lips. I immediately stuck my tongue out and licked at the essence of cum he left on my mouth, and my eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head when his unique flavor burst across my taste buds. He tasted like all man, heady strong, bitter sweet, but spicy at the same time. It was like liquid ambrosia and I needed more. I eagerly dove forward and engulfed the head of his weeping cock in my mouth.

My lips were stretched to capacity around his massive girth, but that didn’t stop me from taking him all the way into the back of my throat. My chest heaved with my gag reflex but I relaxed my throat, and breathed through my nose as I sucked him all the way down until my nose buried itself into the thick curls of hair surrounding his awesome dick.

“Yes, that’s it you greedy boy. Take it, suck it, and know that you own it pet.” Mike growled as he thrust his hips forward driving the thick head of his member deeper into my gullet. He was merciless as both of his hands landed on the sides of my head and he began to literally fuck my face. My hands scrambled at the waistband of my own shorts, but Mike snapped out the order for me to place my hands on his thighs and I immediately complied with the command.

“Fuck, you have a mouth made for fucking. It feels so fucking good.” My Dominant groaned and even with tears running down my face and struggling to breathe, I felt a sense of pride rush through me. I was pleasing my Dom. The fact that my poor neglected cock was painfully throbbing for attention didn’t even deter me from sucking, swirling around my prize. I had no qualms as I took every unrepentant, wicked thrust of that ramrod piece of meat being jammed down my throat.

“Now boy, take your cock out and jack that pretty prick for me to see.” He ordered and my hands flew to my shorts. I almost ripped the damn material in my haste to get to my aching shaft. A groan of absolute pleasure vibrated around my Dom’s girth as my fingers wrapped around my pulsing member. Razor sharp shocks of electricity crawled up and down my spine as Mike pulled his length out of my mouth. A long glistening string of saliva kept him connected to my lips. My Dom once again growled at the sight.

A whine of protest burst forth before my eyes once again shot up to his heated gaze. His pupils were blown wide open as he began to stroke his saliva coated shaft in my face. “Open your mouth pet and reap your rewards.” He grunted and my jaw dropped and I stuck out my tongue as the slap, slap sound of my own jerking motions brought my impending orgasm closer to the forefront. My balls drew up into my body and my cock throbbed as the first hot, thick spurge of come shot out of that glistening head. Jets of come coated my cheeks, my tongue, and even my forehead and Mike threw his head back and groaned long and hard with his release.

The next thing I knew I was pulled off my knees, Mike ground out for me to come and to come right now as his lips latched onto mine. I furiously pumped myself as he swirled his tongue over mine tasting himself in my mouth. I felt his big hand snake in between our bodies and his fingers locked around my quivering balls. He closed his fist around my nuts and squeezed my them hard enough to make me throw my head back and scream as my shaft exploded all over his naked stomach. My entire body jerked with the force of my ejaculations. One, twice, three times before my body bucked one last time before I sagged boneless against the big man who was all but holding me up.

Our chests heaved with the effort to breathe, but I was warm, spent, completely sated, and satisfied. A floating feeling of euphoria blanketed me on warmth and made me feel safe, but utterly exhausted and sleepy at the same time.

“Come on sweet boy, it looks likes someone needs a nap.” Mike chuckled as he hauled me over to the silk covered four poster bed on the side of the room. I vaguely recalled him undressing me and cleaning me up before he repeated the action on himself. He climbed into the bed with me. All I knew was that I wrapped myself around his big hard body and fell into a deep, happy sleep. I was content from the slight throbbing of my scalp to the tingling in my now emptied balls, I couldn’t have been happier than I was in this very moment.

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Bethany

(Beth’s Little Black Dress)

“Marcus, you have three hours before your flight for Paris is scheduled to leave. Daryl is already downstairs waiting for you. I’ve uploaded your travel itinerary to your phone and all the necessary documents and files you’ll need is in your inbox already. If you don’t leave now you are going to miss preflight check-in. You know that you still have to clear TSA even though you are flying privately. The rules are the rules, now chop, chop. I do not want Corey calling me yet again to ask me if you’ve left for the airport yet.” I stated as I walked around my employer’s desk and put myself in between him and whatever he was doing on the computer screen in front of him.

Marcus Roche, the drop dead gorgeous CEO of Roche Marketing Inc. just huffed and rolled those piercing silver eyes at me before slumping back into his plush office chair. “You know Beth, you are turning into a real nag in your old age.” He teased with a smirk gracing those to die for lips.

“You know Marcus, if you weren’t paying me a King’s ransom to put up with you, I’d have quit a long time ago.” I rebutted with a smile on my face. “Now, up, up. Whatever it is you are doing you can finish it on the way to the airport or on the jet. Your husband is going to throw a tantrum the likes that we have never seen if you do not make it to Paris on time for his exhibit.”

“Okay, okay. Is everything in place at the hotel for afterwards?” He asked as he stood and shrugged on his custom fitted jacket before straightening his diamond studded cufflinks.

“Everything you wanted and then some has been ordered and will be in place by the time you and your husband make it back to the room after the show. The rest of your travel plans have been confirmed, if there is anything missing just let me know and I’ll take care of it.” I said as I made sure that his office was secure before escorting him towards his private elevator. He swiped his card key and the doors immediately glided open.

Marcus leaned over and gave one of his heart stopping smiles. “Thanks Beth, for what its worth you are worth the King’s ransom that I pay you and then some. See you in two weeks baby girl, and please don’t spend all that time in the office. My vacay is your vacay, at least most of the time.”

“Oh bah, off with you and behave yourselves in the city of love.” I smiled as the elevator closed on his smug, smirking face.

Shaking my head, I went back to my desk. Marcus and Corey Roche’s love story was one for the books. Sweet little Corey had come to Roche Incorporated wide eyed and eager to please as a junior intern all those years ago. He’s literally been knocked off his feet by my boss, and it’s been an epic love story between the two ever since. God, when I think back over the years of all the ups and downs, the laughter, the tears, and the relationships that blossomed and unfortunately some that have died. I can only count my blessings.

After my parents death, I’d been frantic. What was I, just barely eighteen going to do. I had been a freshman in college and my main concern at the time was looking up my professors on RateMyProfessors.com to see who and what I was going to be dealing with during my first semester of classes. Then the tragic call had come in and the State police had informed me about my parents demise. I had to race back home to deal with my thirteen year old brother. By some miracle and the insurance left by my parents, I had managed to hold on to our home and gain custody of Joe, who in tow always had his shadow Corey, a sweet little guy who lived in the group home across the city.

I’d become a mother to both boys, the college was understanding of my plight and I was able to withdraw from the University so that I could get a job and take night classes at the community college. It had been rough, but the boys were cooperative, well behaved, and hard working in school. They chipped in where they could around the house, and they both looked out for each other while I worked and went to school.

I was able to pay the bills, feed two teenage boys, and keep the roof over our heads. I’d refused to spend any of my parent’s life insurance money. That was for Joe’s college expenses. Turns out he’d gotten several scholarship awards and Corey received a full scholarship, so I was able to breathe a little easier and take classes full time by the time I saw the boys off to college.

By the time they’d graduated I already had this amazing job with Marcus as his PA, and I was able to get Corey an interview with the design team. Corey had met Marcus, and the big bad ass Dom had fallen head over heels for the little blue eyed beauty. Then Joe met Damien and Gavin, and I met Micah. Some real shitty stuff happened, Marcus’ club and employees was accused of basically rape, his name was slandered in the pubic, and it turned out that his own half brother had been behind it all posing as an employee of this very company.

Then Joe split ways with Damien and Gavin, started his own publishing company and now is testing the waters of the dating pool again with the CEO of Reynolds Security Consultants, Michael Reynolds himself. A man that we all held near and dear to our hearts. He and his team of operatives has been protecting us for years. We are all way more than just employer or employee, we are friends and more importantly, we are family and we stick together no matter what.

No it hasn’t been easy, the road we have all had to walk. Marcus and Corey as well as Damien and Gavin were living their happily ever after. Joseph seemed to be on the road to his fairytale ending, or least I hope so. Now for me, that’s another issue, Micah has been getting better about talking about his feelings and his past. He’s shared some of what he is allowed to talk about from the military missions and his years as a hired gun with me, and I had to admit some of it was really hard to listen to. I can only imagine having to see it, to have to be the one to perform those acts upfront. That shit would affect even the hard of hearts.

Getting the man to agree to therapy was another win for me. He was serious when he said that he’d do anything to keep me in his life and so far he is proving to do just that. I am so proud of his progress. We have still yet to move on from the friend zone, and after listening to the trauma he had to endure because of his PTSD. I didn’t want to rush him, but damn a girl has got needs and that expensive ass B.O.B. (battery operated boyfriend) sitting in my bedside drawer gets the job done, but I’m craving contact of the human kind.

Looking around the office, I did a final check to make sure everything was powered off and secure. I made sure the private elevator was locked on this floor and I locked the main doors before heading down the hallway to the regular bank of elevators. It took no time at all to get out of the building and make my way home, thanks to my driver and bodyguard, Thomas who of course is another of one of Mike’s impressive employees.

After seeing me to my door and doing a security sweep through my condo, Thomas wished me goodnight and I responded in kind before locking the door when he stepped into the hallway. Well home sweet home, another night in. I should check on Marcus’ flight to make sure everything was on route but I would have heard about it already if there were any problems. So I guess it was going to be a long soak in the tub for me, maybe some take out, and a movie.

Micah is supposed to perform a caning demonstration at the club tonight, and with me in my current mood, watching him on stage wielding those thin pieces of bamboo, and listening to his sub for the evening gasp and moan through it all would surely make my vajayjay leak itself dry or spontaneously combust, one or the other. Damn, I refuse to calculate how long it’s been since I have had sex. I’m scared to look at my own pussy just in case it’s covered with cobwebs from lack of use.

With a disgruntled sigh, I trudged off to the bathroom and lamented in my own self pity. I mean, I can’t lay the blame for my lack of sheet pulling, toe curling, teeth grinding, sweaty sex on Micah. I’ve been too busy taking care of Joseph and Corey, then trying to finish school and landing a decent job. Then proving myself once I started working for Marcus, and let me tell you my job is not a nice little 9 to 5 gig. I work my ass off doing whatever is needed to be done and I am on call 24/7, 365 days a year. That was made clear to me from day one when I’d almost choked on the figure Marcus had quoted as my salary, and let me tell you. I’ve earned every penny of my wages.

The time that it would have taken to find a man, begin a relationship was a pretty pipe dream. When I met Micah, I thought that maybe I should make the time, but crisis and chaos had reigned, battles fought and won. Then the company expanded and my days got longer running well into many nights, and I’ve loved every minute of it. Micah has been at my side through it all offering his stoic friendship and familiarity, but that’s all, and now his reasons behind it. My poor baby.

Now that things are finally leveling off, I guess that I am beginning to realize that life is passing me by. I want to have my own fairytale. I am happy for all my guys, but I am human too and I can’t help but to be a little envious of them as well.

The tub finally filled and I poured an assortment of scented soap and oils into the steaming water. I quickly undressed and eased my tired body into the shear bliss of heated heaven. The temperature and glide of the water was like a silken caress over my already sensitized body. A groan escaped my lips as I settled back and the water lapped at my pebbled nipples. Jesus, I needed to get laid. Fuck it, I’m going to take a bath, pull out my fuck me dress, some killer heels and go to the club. If Micah isn’t willing, I’m damn sure going to find someone who is.

That may sound really callous of me, but I am more than willing to talk to Micah about how I am feeling, and if he is not ready to take that step yet, then I fully understand. But I’ve have been so busy taking care of everyone else for so long, and I’ve been more than happy to do it, but tonight I have to take care of Bethany, and to do that, Bethany needs to have some mind blowing sweaty sex like ASAP.

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Mike

Joe’s hand trembled slightly in mine and again, I questioned my decision about bringing him to the club tonight. He’d said that he was okay with going and that he was anxious to see which sections of the club I’d spent my time in when I decided to come to Marcus’ establishment on my own time. Yet the last time he was here Joseph had belonged to another Master, and not just any Master, one that was part owner of the Dungeon. I should be one who was a ball of nerves at the moment, but oddly enough I’m not. Joseph was meant to be mine. I don’t and will never begrudge the relationship he had with Gavin and Damien.

As a matter of fact, I am truly glad that he’s had that time with them. I am happy that he was trained by one of the best Master’s in the community. Joseph’s been well prepared for my level of play. I’m human and I’m not without feelings. It had killed me a little inside when I’d developed feelings for this beautiful man. At the time he was committed to his men and I never thought that I’d have a chance with him, much or less be standing here holding his hand as I guided him through the VIP area of the Dungeon.

We reached the stairs leading up to the second floor and I waved at the security guard and he opened the rope to let us pass. Once we alighted the stairs, I turned left instead of right which would have taken us to the main playroom, the Playground that Joseph was accustomed to. Nope we weren’t going there, my baby wanted to see where I played and I was granting him his wish. I decided that if he is to fully understand sadist in me, he needed to see the Caverns. The Playground is the main area where people can perform demonstrations, and practice scenes that are less risque. Things like flogging, spankings, edging, role playing, and power exchanges.

The Caverns on the other hand, is where canings, zipping, fisting, extreme punishments, CBT, breath play and other forms of RACK (risk awareness consensual kink) are performed. The only forms of kink banned from the club is play that involves any kind of body fluids being drawn or used during a scene. Health codes prevent it, and most members only some the extreme participants in the lifestyle are into that. Needless to say the Caverns is a place one goes when one wants to pain and lots of it.

“Hold on a second?” Joseph paused and glared down the hallway leading to the Playground. “Is that Bethany?” He asked and I followed his gaze to see a very scantily clad Beth swishing towards the playroom wearing a killer black dress and some really sexy heels.

Immediately a smug smile crossed my face. If I recall correctly, Micah is demonstrating tonight and with the way my boy’s sister was dressed, she seems to mean business. Poor fucker, I hope he’ll be able to pay attention to whomever it is performing with him tonight.

“Do you want to go and have a word with her, pet?” I asked and Joseph’s head snapped around on his shoulders at my use of the word pet.

My chest puffed out with pride when he straightened his spine, lowered his gaze, and quietly responded. “No Master, I want to go with you to the Caverns.”

Damn if my dick didn’t try to punch right through the zipper of my dark slacks. Joseph has always been a beautiful man, but when he is in the midst of submission, he was downright stunning, completely and utterly breathtaking. He has woken up every Dominant bone in my body. I haven’t had the desire to play much once I’d realized how attracted I was to this gorgeous man. I’d almost quit playing altogether if it wasn’t for the desperate need to find release from time to time. I wasn’t planning on playing tonight, only showing Joseph around and gauging his level of interest in the more hardcore techniques of the lifestyle, but fuck if I didn’t want to see him crying for me to allow him to come tonight.

Leading him by the hand, I continued on my way down the hall until we reached a set of double doors. These doors were painted bright red, instead of the pristine white on the playroom doors. I turned the knob and entered the foyer. Our coats had already been checked downstairs, so I kept going until we reached the inner door and this is where my nerves kicked in.

“If at any time if things begin to turn you off or you become overwhelmed with what you see. You will let me know immediately and we’ll leave. You don’t have to do any of those things to please me. I just want you to keep an open mind and see where I play.” I instructed and he nodded at me.

“Words Joseph, use words. I need to know that you fully understand the situation.” I gently reprimanded him.

“Yes Sir, I understand. If I don’t like it or I’m overwhelmed, I’m to tell you right away.”

“Good boy. Now are you ready?” I asked.

“Yes Master.” He quietly replied and I opened the door to the Caverns and allowed him to precede me into the spacious rooms.

We were instantly assaulted by the sounds of desperate groans and grunts. Chains rattled, and the distinct echo of leather meeting skin seemed to bounce off the very walls in a symphony of pain that was being inflicted in all types and forms of methods. The smell of sex, leather, and incense was ripe in the darkened rooms decorated to resemble the concrete and brick dungeons of an old world castle. But none of that held my attention. My eyes were totally focused on my boy, watching his every reaction to the things he was hearing, and soon to the things he was about to see as we walked into the group area where demonstrations were performed amongst other things.

There wasn’t anyone on stage at the moment but there were several members scattered throughout the room making use of the leather covered benches and racks. I couldn’t have asked for a better variation of scenes being performed for Joseph to witness the multiple ways pain can be used to cause the most exquisite pleasures. I took my cues from Joseph, I stopped when he paused and I just continued on when he averted his eyes from something and kept going. It was interesting to watch my beautiful boy turn bright red when he gaped at the Dom with his entire arm buried in his sub’s ass.

His soft pink lips would part and his breathing accelerated when he witnessed a Domme used her submissive’s belt to choke him as she fucked him with a huge strap on dildo. Joseph had lingered and watched long enough to almost mimic the shivering inhalations of the sub when his Mistress released the loop long enough for him to draw a breath before yanking it tight again cutting off his air. My eyes traveled down the length of his body and Joseph was deliciously hard, deliciously turned on by the scene playing out in front of him.

Well, well, well…He’s interested by breath play. I filed that little tidbit of knowledge away for future reference. We continued around the room and the more we saw was the more Joseph relaxed. I was now ecstatic that I brought him. He didn’t seem to be having any painful reminders being here, and I’ve gained a general idea of what scenes Joseph may want to try and those that may be his hard limits. I hate to even think it, but Damien was never into causing his extreme pain, and maybe that is what Joseph craved without even knowing it. I try not to go into the why behind their breakup, but I’m only human and sometimes I wondered. I just reconciled with the fact that they are over, and all parties understood that and it was a mutual agreement amongst them.

“Forgive me, pet.” I managed to whisper with resignation heavy in my voice as I spied the person rushing towards us.

Damn, why did that little deviant have to be here tonight of all nights? I prayed that Joseph should understand the dynamic already of our lifestyle. Not every Dom and sub were paired couples. There’s available submissives and available Doms who agreed to play and walk away on occasion. I’ve come to understand that collared or claimed submissives don’t like it much when the evidence of their Master’s past comes running up to greet them like right at this inopportune moment.

“Master Michael. It’s been a long time since you were last here. You’re looking well. Are you playing tonight? If so, I’m always available for you.” Giles rattled off a mile a minute while batting his eyelashes at me. I felt Joseph’s fingers tighten around mine since I refused to let go of his hand. I dared to sneak a peek at him out the corner of my eye. Damn, I hope I didn’t have an unhappy boy to contend with for the remainder of the night. Joseph had absolutely nothing at all to fear from Giles. Giles was a pain slut of the highest order and nowhere near ready to want a Dom of his own.

Relief almost had me sagging against the wall behind us. Joseph was looking at Giles with a small amused smile tickling the corners of his mouth. His gaze flicked to mine for a second before going back to the flirty little twink all but flaunting his tight little body in front of us.

“Thank you for the offer Giles, but no I won’t be unavailable to play with you or anyone else.” I watched Giles’ face as his brow crinkled in confusion. He flicked his bangs out of his way and eyes widened as he finally spotted Joseph at my side with his hand held firmly in my grasp.

“Giles, this is my boy Joseph. Joseph, this is Giles.” I introduced the boys and hoped Giles wouldn’t be a brat for once and behaves himself. If he insulted my boy there would be hell to pay tonight.

Giles’ smile fell from his face and he ignored Joseph altogether and he petulantly whined. “When…When did you take a permanent boy, or are you just contracted for awhile? I don’t see a collar.”

Biting back a scathing response I wanted to blast the disrespectful little bitch with. How dare he question me? Instead I replied. “When and who I decide to collar isn’t any of your business. I don’t answer to you or anyone else. With or without a collar this stunning boy belongs to me and I am his until he doesn’t want me anymore.” With that being said, I gave Joseph’s hand a little tug and stepped around a slack jawed Giles and made my way out of the Caverns.

“So, I take it that Giles was one of the subs you used to play with in there.” Joseph stated as we paused a little ways down the hall from the double doors.

“Yes, he was one of them. Does that bother you?” I asked as I stepped closer to him and backed him up against the wall behind us.

Joseph peeked up at me from underneath his lashes. “No it doesn’t bother me. You were around for most of my past with Gavin and Damien, so I have no expectations that you were a celibate in your past. It would only bother me if you continued to play with others. I didn’t leave one relationship to get into another that involves sharing.”

“Point given and received, pet. I don’t share.” I stated, and out of curiosity I reached up and suddenly grabbed him by the throat and gave him a little squeeze while I leaned down so we were face to face. I’d held him place by the throat just long enough for his breath to hitch in the most arousing of ways. “You. Are. Mine beautiful and I am all yours.” I whispered with my mouth brushing against his plump, pink lips. I waited for a another few seconds before letting him go and stepping away. I consulted my watch.

“We may just have enough time to catch Micah’s demonstration and for you can catch up with your sister. You game for that?” I asked and I was a little pleased to see the dazed look on his face as he slowly nodded his head at me.

“Good, then let’s go.” I said with a smile curving my lips. I felt on top of the world with my boy at my side. Now on to see how Micah is reacting to Bethany’s little black number.

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

(Micah’s canes)

Micah

I could feel her gaze burning into the side of my face and it was all I could do to pay attention to the writhing boy strapped to the St. Andrews cross in front of me. I needed to finish my scene. I needed to take care of my subs needs and I was on track in doing so until she walked in like she owned the room. Damn, my knees almost gave out the minute I saw her in that little fucking black dress, and those mouth watering fuck me heels. She was giving off a powerful damn message, and I’ll be damned if the message wasn’t received.

Gathering my scattered train of thought, I refocused on the beautiful boy who had been more than willing to help me demonstrate my caning technique to some of the other club members tonight. The boy’s back, butt, and thighs bore my marks beautifully. Line after pink line marred his creamy, porcelain skin. Each welt precisely placed beside one another. The way his body trembled and the little mewls coming out of his mouth told me that he was right on the edge. Like the well trained sub that he is, he was just waiting for me to set him free, to allow him to find his bliss. His pretty green eyes were already glazed over and his slender body was primed for his release.

But, it wasn’t the beautiful boy who was currently begging me to finish him that had my dick harder than a rock. It was the vixen wearing barely a scrap of material who had my blood racing through my veins and engorging my dick to epic proportions. I leaned forward a and whispered one word, “come,” in the sub’s ear before my cane zinged through the air and sliced another precisely placed welt across his shapely ass cheeks. The boy threw his head back and cried out as line after milky white line of his release painted the polished surface of the cross in front of him.

Dropping the cane, I pressed my body against the convulsing young man letting him draw comfort and heat from my much larger frame as I gently unstrapped him from the cross. I checked his wrists and then his ankles for any damage, cuts, or severe discoloration. Once he was free, and slightly swaying in his feet, I wrapped the warm blanket his Dom handed to me and carefully handed the boy over to be cared for by his Sir. I shook the Dom’s hand to thank him for allowing me to work with his boy before turning and zeroing my gaze on the one woman who was capable of bringing my to my knees.

Not giving my equipment still on the stage a second thought, I know someone will gather them, clean them, and place them back into my personal collection at some point. There were house subs delegated to perform such tasks. My sole purpose now as I jumped off the stage and made a beeline over to Beth, was to find out if she was really serious about the message her whole demeanor was giving off. Was she aware that she was tempting the caged beast within me to the point of distraction? Her whole persona screamed for me to take her and fuck her, hard.

She kept her eyes on mine as of daring me, challenging me to do whatever I wanted to do to her. I almost groaned out loud when she uncrossed one shapely leg and crossed the opposite leg giving me a brief glimpse of her red lace panties between her milky white thighs. I glared at the Dom who was eyeing her like she was a prime piece of meat and he was starving. When he caught my eye, he was smart as he averted his gaze as I quickly closed the last remaining distance between Bee and I.

A sultry smile curved her glossy pink lips as I seated myself on the coffee table directly in front of her and pinned her in place with my eyes alone.

“What are you up to princess?” I asked with one brow raised while staring at the perfection that was her gorgeous face.

She uncrossed her legs and rested her elbows on her knees as she leaned forward into my personal space before she replied. “Nothing really, I didn’t feel like sitting at home all by myself and then I recalled you were doing a exhibition tonight, so I decided to come out and show my support.” Her eyes sparkled with mischievousness.

“Is that right? So this sinfully sexy number you are wearing is all for my benefit, is it?” I leaned in even closer to allow my lips barely brushed against hers. I watched with satisfaction as her eyelids fluttered slightly and her lips parted so she could breathe through her mouth.

She recovered quickly and smiled all seductively as she batted her eyelashes flirtatiously at me. “This old thing. I haven’t had a chance to get all dressed up in a while so I threw on something to liven up the evening. Do you like it?” She asked as she slowly rose to her feet in front of me and gave me a full frontal view of her sinfully skimpy outfit.

My cock throbbed in my pants and I decided right there and then that my sweet little Bee was looking for something from me tonight. She all but thrown down the gauntlet, and I’ll be damned if I wasn’t going to pick it up. I’ve always tried to be a gentleman to her. I had to work through the shit in my head before I could even contemplate laying my hands on her. The same hands that have been covered in blood, the bare weapons that has taken countless lives all in the name of serving my country.

All in all, I was fully aware that sinking myself into her luscious body and claiming her for my own has been years in the making, and I had a feeling that if I didn’t lay claim to her mind, body, heart, and soul soon, then I will lose out on the best thing that has ever happened to me. It wasn’t an easy decision for me to make. I’ve always feared that she would find me lacking, too mentally fucked in the head to put up with. But so far, Bee’s spent years showing me that she wasn’t going anywhere. She has been more than capable of handling me and all my fucked up mess.

Standing up and stepping forward, I wound my arms around her waist and roughly pulled her against me. Her shapely breasts pressed into my chest and I let her feel the length of my rigid cock and I ground the swollen organ against her abdomen.

“No bullshittig or beating around the bush Bee. Tell me straight up what you want from me.” I said I as stared into her beautiful baby blues.

She released a shuttering breath before she placed her dainty little hands on my pecs and met me eye for an eye. “I want you to man up and finally take me. Either that or release me to find someone else. I’m ready, I want you. I’ve always wanted you. From the moment I set eyes on you, I knew you were the one for me. It was always your self doubts, and your willingness to believe that you aren’t worth the effort that has prevented us from getting closer. But to me you are worth everything and I want you to love me or let me go.”

No one could or would ever describe this woman as being too timid or afraid to go for what she wants. She was truly a woman of worth. She’s not only gorgeous, she’s intelligent, loving, and loyal to a fault. She has more than conquered the demons in my head, and she alone has made me feel human again. Like I finally matter to someone, just plain old me. If she wanted the moon, I would gladly give it to her. With my decision made, I took her by the hand.

“Grab your things Bee, it’s time to leave.” I replied and she stood there for a few seconds staring me straight in the eye like she was looking into my soul. I guess she saw whatever it was she was looking for because she bent her knees and dipped down to retrieve her clutch purse and her shawl.

Taking the silky material from her, I placed the cover up around her shoulders and led her from the room. We were on our way out when the door to The Playroom opened and I came face to face with Mike and Joseph. A wide grin spread across my face and I slapped Mike on the shoulder in a silent congratulations for being responsible for his boy’s blissed out appearance. Anyone taking a look at the man would immediately know that Joe had been kissed to within an inch of his life.

“Hey, we were just coming in to see if we would catch your demonstration.” Mike stated and I shook my head while maintaining contact with Bee by placing my hand on her lower back.

“Sorry buddy, you missed it. Maybe next time or we can make arrangements for a private show. I’ve been dying to see your mad skills when it comes to suspension. For a while I didn’t think I’d have the opportunity to catch one of your demos. You weren’t around much anymore.” I said and then I could have kicked myself for speaking out of turn. I can only imagine what it would have felt like to watch the person I was interested in living and loving someone else right in front of me.

Beth cleared her throat and gave me a stunning smile before tugging on Joseph’s arm. “Sorry Mike, I need to have a word with my brother for a second and in my world, big sister trumps Dom right about now.” She pulled her compliant brother away before Mike could even form a reply.

The big man just chuckled. “You certainly have your hands full with that little spitfire, my friend.”

I smiled, but I felt I had to say something and apologize for my careless comment. “You know what I said earlier about not being…”

Mike held up one of his huge hands and waved off my apology. “It’s alright and it’s no big deal. Joseph is very much immersed in the lifestyle and to keep him happy, I will gladly walk back into it like I’ve never left. I not going to lie, it may be a little awkward when Damien and Gavin return from their honeymoon, but only as awkward as we choose to make it. So my motto is to take it one day at a time and take care of my boy the best I can.”

“I feel you, and I’m happy for the both of you. You guys found your way to each other. I sincerely replied and I found it fascinating to watch a sweet smile spread across Big Mike’s face and a blush spreading across his cheeks.

Bethany and Joseph returned to our sides with smiles on their faces and bumping shoulders like loving siblings do.

“I must say Sis, that is umm… Some dress you’re wearing.” Joe stated biting his lip to keep himself from laughing at his sister’s glare. Bee sniffed indignantly as she shifted her shawl back over her shoulder from where it had slipped off.

“Yeah, and you’re interrupting the purpose it was worn for.” She snapped at her brother and Mike had to bite his lip to prevent himself from laughing at Joseph’s wide eyed expression.

“Ugh… TMI. Please continue with your evening.” Joseph replied before grabbing Mike’s hand and literally dragged him across the room.

“Ready.” She chirped and I had to will myself to keep a slow and steady pace as I escorted her out of the club, when all I really wanted to do was take her by the hand and drag her off to my place as quickly as her brother dragged his lover away. I just hoped and prayed that by the end of the night, she will no regrets about giving herself to me.

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

(The Rosetti’s Penne Pasta with Vodka Sauce)

Joseph

Today was one of those days that if anything could go wrong, it did so in the most spectacular fashion. Thank god is was nearing the end of my work day and I was going to go home and maybe have a glass of wine or three. I wasn’t sure if Mike was going to be free before dinner time. He’d been busy all day with new prospective clients seeking his security firm to provide their services to their impressive list of multi millionaire clientele. The last I heard from him was around lunch time, when he’d informed me that Marcus had told him Damien and Gavin were due to arrive back from their honeymoon later this evening.

Unable to pour any attention at all on the exceptionally interesting fictional manuscript on my desk from a new author, I carefully arranged the pages and inserted back into the review file. Even the excitement of having another talented author on my roster wasn’t enough to help me focus. Mike hadn’t sounded too concerned when he informed me about Damien, but I could still feel his underlying anxiety about my mindset when it comes to my former lovers. Marcus and Corey seem to understand my position, but both, Beth and Mike kept looking at me like they were expecting me to fall apart or something. They didn’t understand that for the years I’ve spent with Damien and Gavin, I considered myself blessed. I was loved by two incredible men. I’m sure they still care about me just as much as I care for them, but our relationship had run it’s course.

No one could hold the capacity of Damien’s heart like Gavin. No one could ever compare or compete with the bond those two shared. I’d never expected Damien to care for me like he does for Gavin, not from day one. They were destined for each other and no matter how the both of them had opened their home and their hearts to me, I’d always felt like I was a part of the beautiful and endearing relationship, but not fully immersed as I should have been. Something had been missing for me. In my mind I’d wanted someone to be as devoted to me and only me, just as Damien devoted his whole world just to see Gavin smiling and happy. There was no use being bitter about it. The situation was pure me and my mindset, it wasn’t anything that Damien or Gavin had done or didn’t do.

I was a coward to let things go on and drag out as long as I did. Year after year of telling myself that I was going to approach Damien about my feelings only to chicken out everytime. One look into those gorgeous crystalline, blue-green eyes and I’d forget my concerns. One touch from Gavin’s smooth little hands and my body would lite up like someone had doused me in lighter fluid and lit a match. After all that time together, the chemistry between us was never a problem.

Damien’s expert hands, his floggers, and his damable talent with hot wax made me cream myself time and time again, but I’d wanted more. I wanted him to take me deeper into the realm of pain and testing my boundaries, it had caused a slight ripple in the harmony of our play scenes. Damien was more into mind games, edging, and power exchange. Oh, he can dole out some serious pain, but it wasn’t his thing and honestly, I was ashamed to ask for it. I wasn’t familiar enough with Sadism and Masochism to know what it was I truly wanted until Mike briefly introduced me to wonders of it.

Yet Mike still hesitates as if he’s waiting for me to change my mind and go running back into Damien’s arms. He doesn’t realize that the Chapter of Damien, Gavin, and I is over in the sense of us being in a triad relationship. Though, I must admit that if Damien hadn’t taken me to lunch that day and put all the cards on the table upfront and technicolor, I’m not sure if I’d had the strength to end things between us. Maybe I would have stayed with them and were would we be? He and Gavin wouldn’t be in wedded bliss right now, and I wouldn’t have Mike and all of that potential in place to have everything I was seeking deep down in my masochistic little heart. That just goes to show why Damien had earned the title of Master Dominant.

He used his exceptional ability to read me and took me aside to have a serious heart to heart discussion. After he patiently listened to me fumble my way through explaining how I’d felt, he’d unselfishly and lovingly released me from our contract and our relationship with an open invitation to come back to him anytime I wanted. He told me that he and Gavin would care for me until the end of time. It had been one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do when I walked away from my former Master. It was definitely one of the most heartbreaking things I’ve ever done.

Mike doesn’t understand that just the fact when he came for me that day right here in the lobby of my office building and made his intentions clear, and opened massive his arms to provide the safe haven I was looking for had earned him a piece of my heart already. His commanding nature and strong hand has earned him my body, while his Sadistic tendencies was assuredly showing the promise of me giving him my undying devotion.

My skin prickled with goosebumps, and my heart rate accelerated with just the memory of Mike’s hand wrapped around my throat in the club. He’d used that magnificently sculpted body of his to pin me up against the wall. He’s had my cock harder than rock and leaking like a running faucet. I could still feel the warmth of his minty breath caressing my lips like a living touch. I can still smell the scent of his cologne enveloping me in a world that revolved around him and him alone.

God, I want him like I’ve never wanted anything or anyone else in my life. Mike needed to understand that and lay his fears about me leaving him for Damien and Gavin to rest. Maybe it was time for me to show him that I submit to him. Maybe it’ll give us both the opportunity to take the next step and hopefully have him fuck me until my spine needed Chiropractic realignment. Fuck, just the thought of having that monster dick he possesses plundering the depths of my ass and stretching me wide had my hand flying down to my engorged shaft. I pushed down the turgid flesh straining the confines of my slacks.

An seriously decadent idea formed in my head, and I quickly reached over and shut down my computer, placed the manuscripts in my desk, and locked it. I called my PA to let her know I was leaving for the day and gave her permission to leave as well. By the time I made it downstairs, my driver, one of Mike’s employees already had the door to my car open and waiting for me to slide into the spacious back seat. I had him swing by Gavin’s favorite Italian eatery and Mr. Rosetti had my order of Vodka Penne Pasta with their homemade crusty Italian bread waiting for me. Mike loved the stuff. After saying goodbye to the beautiful couple I was on my way to Mike’s condo. Dinner and a little enticement might earn me a night of decadent play time.

Maybe it’s just the thing we need to further cement our budding relationship and lay some pasts ghosts and some insecurities to rest once and for all. Mike’s already had me leave a few things at his place for whenever I decided to stay over, so I was more than prepared to take care of business once I got there. Hopefully I’ll have time to prepare the setting for the evening. He had a busy day and I hope for what I’ve got planned will help us both after a long, tiring day.

I thanked my driver and dismissed him for the evening. I used the access code Mike gave me to gain entry to his place and I made a beeline for the kitchen. I turned on the warming tray on the stove and placed the food inside to keep it hot until my man came home. I dug through the cabinets and found everything I needed and quickly set the table for two complete with candles, gleaming silverware right along with sparkling crystal wine glasses. I’d even set out the silver wine bucket filled with ice and opened one of Mike’s impeccable selections of red wines to let it chill and breathe until we were ready for it. I wasn’t sure if he was going to agree to a scene, if so I added a few bottles of sparkling water to the ice bucket as well.

Once everything for dinner was in place. I ran for the bathroom stripping out of my clothes as I went. I dumped everything in the laundry basket and turned to the cabinets under the sick and pulled out the bag I’d placed under there almost a week ago. I took out the enema kit and the other cleansing supplies, prepared them, and carried them into the shower stall with me. After years of practice doing this with Gavin, I had the routine down pact and it took no time at all for me to clean myself from head to toe, both inside and out. I was damn near pristine by the time I toweled off, cleaned up my supplies, and put everything away. My body was hairless and baby smooth thanks to the straight razor and the expensive shave lotion Corey had brought back for me from France on one of his many trips to the European country.

After brushing my teeth, I briskly made my way back to my room, the one Mike gave me as my personal space in his home. I lathered my freshly shaved skin with moisturizer and I was pleased to see myself in the mirror. My skin was flushed and dewy soft. Hopefully just looking at me will get my Dom in the right frame of mind. My phone binged and I picked it up to read the brief text message. Thanks to the box of hand tossed pizza I gifted the employees at front security desk with, they had happily agreed to let me know when Mike had set foot in the building. I only had a measure of minutes to get myself in place before he came through the front door.

I raced through the house and into the kitchen. I used the oven mitts to drag the tray of pasta out of the oven and grabbed the bread and little bowl of artfully decorated butter. I set everything on the table. I heard the bing of the elevator, and hell, I just threw the mitts on the seat of one of the chairs and tucked the chair in so they wouldn’t be seen under the table cloth and I got myself into my present position on the pillow on the floor next to his chair. The keypad beeped and I drew in a deep, calming breath and slowly let it out to center myself just as the front door opened and Mike’s stunningly large frame glided into the foyer.

The dining room was in his direct line of vision, and I know he couldn’t miss the fact that I was kneeling on the floor next to his chair at the dining table. The front of my body was facing him and I was wearing nothing other the skin I was born in. I was on my knees with my back straight, and my hands were clasped behind my back. My head respectfully lowered with my gaze on the ground in front of me. I desperately wanted to peek through my lashes to catch his first reactions to me, but I refrained and remained absolutely still and as calm as I possibly could, even though my heart beating away a mile a minute in my chest.

A smile of pure satisfaction threatened to break free and overtake my features when I heard Mike’s surprised gasp stutter past his lips. That was the only sound he made, then the door slowly closed and the locks engaged. The keypad beeped again and then there was nothing else to be heard. I was almost tempted to look up after a few minutes of absolute silence to see if he was stills standing by the door, but I again I refused to break my away from my submissive pose. Finally, after a few more agonizing seconds. I heard his heavy footfalls on the gleaming tiles as he made his way towards me.

I almost purred like a pampered kitten when he carded his thick fingers through my hair. But nothing else got to me like the smooth, deep cadence of his voice. It had my cock bouncing up and filling to capacity by the time he crooned. “Well, well pet. You are a stunning to sight to behold and it’s a privilege for me to come home to you and what looks a like wonderful meal. You are simply perfect and I’m so pleased, boy.”

I swore my chest puffed up with pride and the smile I was trying to contain managed to break free and I just tiled my head back and beamed up at my Dom. Mike’s shimmering eyes met mine, and the desire and need I saw reflected in his gaze had me almost panting with need. My cock pulsed yet again like it was waving hello at the man, and of course my Master noticed the rigid length throbbing away between my thighs just begging for his touch. Mike’s nostril flared and I watched in utter fascination as his pupils dilated right then and there.

He took a seat and leaned over to place both of his large hands at the sides of my face and he roughly pulled me forward. I yelped and had to use my hands to grip his thick thighs to keep myself from crashing into his wide chest. Mike’s lips descended to mine and my body ignited as he masterfully took control of my mouth. His tongue grazed my bottom lip and I opened for him like a flower in full bloom. I was flying high just from the taste of him as he explored every inch of my mouth. It was intense, it was dirty, and it was possessive as hell the way he was kissing me. He left me with no doubt whatsoever in my mind exactly who it was I belonged to.

He slowly ended the toe curling onslaught on my lips and on my mind with a nibble to my bottom lip. “Perfect.” He whispered against my moist, kiss swollen mouth. “Now serve me dinner then after we will eat I want to know what it is my pet is craving for me to get such an elaborate welcome home.” He started, giving me sexy little wink as I gracefully rose to my feet to do his bidding. Tonight was looking to be a very good night. Excitement thrummed through my veins like electricity through a live wire. I was so ready for whatever Mike wanted to do to me or have me do tonight, but I had to calm down enough to appreciate serving my Dom his dinner first. He and I both are going to need the energy.

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

(Micah’s Penthouse Bedroom)

Warning, I know this story is a majorly an m/m novel, but I did inform you that there will be m/f scenes in this book as well. I know some people who read m/m do not like reading about male and female parts touching, if you are one of those then this chapter is not for you. Just know that Bethany and Micah do the do and wait for the next chapter. All in all if you do choose to read it. I hope you like it. Fair warning, you should be in a private, quiet place when reading this chapter. Enjoy, xoxo Dianna 

Bethany

Anxiety, desire, heart palpitations, trepidation, and plain old animalistic lust were just a few words I could use to describe the multiple mental and physical manifestations my mind and body were experiencing. Sitting in the seat across from the cause of my roiling emotions in the back of Micah’s car, I tried my best to calm my nerves. His driver was efficiently chauffeuring us towards his penthouse condo.

Through all of the years, I can count on the fingers of one hand how many of times I’ve visited Micah’s home, and it’s by his choice tonight that he was taking me there, and that in itself was very telling. I knew for a fact that Micah has never taken a fuck buddy to his place. His home was his sanctuary, the place he found peace from the demons raging in his mind.

Upon making the decision to take this next step in my relationship with this man, and if I was going to be honest with myself, this has been years in the making. I’ve just been too chicken shit to do anything about it until now. But Micah wasn’t ready back then to fully trust me. I’m wasn’t too sure if he’s ready now, but I hoping he is seeing that I’m on my way to his house. Despite the frostbite tingling over my toes threatening full on cold feet. But I was determined to see this through.

Micah has owned my heart since the day he’d taken my hand at the club and showed me around the upper floors. We’ve been dancing around each other for far too long. Once and for all I’m going to prove to this man that he could open his beautiful heart and let me in. I’d gladly die before I hurt him or give him reason not to trust that my intentions towards him comes from a place deep within my heart and soul.

Micah’s trust issues with women stemmed from a line of failed relationships with the fairer sex, starting with his mother leaving him and his father for greener pastures when he was just old enough to remember her and miss her. Then you would think the fates would have been kinder to him because of that loss, but no. Every love interest, fuck buddy or female he’d opened up to or tried to have relatinship with have let him down, fucked him over, or chased him for the wrong reasons, namely his money.

That’s when Micah fully claimed his bisexuality, and started having hook-ups with men versus the society driven normalcy he’d been trying to conform to by dating only women. It didn’t help that Micah’s taste in both women and men were crap. He always chose the needy types, the ones always looking for someone to take care of them, and I can only guess that those choices stemmed from his need as a Dominant, the urge to take care of his submissive, but unfortunately people always took advantage of his kindness, always mistaking it for weakness not knowing how it shattered pieces of him until there was almost nothing left. Pair that with his occasional violent bouts of PTSD from his time in the military, and the formula was a toxic mix.

Micah may have come from humble upbringing, but after he was discharged from the military, the man had made sound investments, partnered with right people, and through blood, sweat, and tears he’d built his company from scratch to the multi-million dollar leader in the construction, architecture, and real estate giant it is today. He’s worked hard and sought therapy to overcome his post traumatic stress disorder.

He still had vivid dreams from time to time, but he’s learned to the necessary techniques to handle them better. It’s never going to go away, and he’s doing a good job coming to terms with that. I can only hope that going from the friend zone and hopefully into a relationship will be good for the both of us. Walking away from this man was not an option for me. My heart is fully invested in him flaws and all, and has been for a long time.

“Are you sure about this?” Micah’s quiet inquiry pulled me out of my thoughts and I glanced across the darkened interior of the car to his handsome face. I could barely make out his features, but I could clearly read the uncertainty in his shimmering indigo eyes.

Pressing a hand to my abdomen to try and quell the nervous butterflies trying to take flight in my gut, I took a deep breath and slid myself off the seat and crawled over his lap. I settled my ass on his thick thighs with my knees braced on the seat straddling the man of my dreams. I wrapped my arms around his wide shoulders and looked him right in the eye.

“Micah, I’ve always been sure about you. I’ve just been waiting and hoping for you to be on the same page with me. All I’ve ever wanted was to prove to you that I’m not one of the people who has come into you’re your life just to let you down. I’ve loved you for years. I’ve never told you because I never thought you were in a place to believe me. But I can’t keep it to myself anymore, it’s been long time coming and I’m done with waiting. It’s time to put up or shut up.”

“Damn woman!” He muttered before he reached up, tangled a fist in my hair to hold my head in place before slamming his lips to mine. My fingers curled into the hair at the back of his head as his tongue speared into my mouth and he masterfully claimed everything that was me with his heated kiss.

My blood rushed through my veins and heat built within my core. Every one of my senses were hyperaware and attuned to him and only him. His taste, his scent, and the feel of his hard body between my quivering thighs. I was practically vibrating with anticipation in his lap. It felt like currents of electricity was running through my body.

Micah’s large hands slid out of my hair and down my back until his cupped my ass and pulled me even closer to his massive chest. The move caused my dress to hike up around my thighs even more and my oh my sweet Jesus, the long, thick shaft of his rigid erection was firmly pressed against the drenched silk covered folds of my core. My hips took a mind of their own as I rocked myself against his impressive length. He continued to nip and nibble on my lips. He ran his tongue over my bottom lip before sucking the tender flesh into his mouth.

His hands squeezed the rounded curves of my ass and he thrust his hips upwards driving his shaft even further into my crotch. I was all liquid heat and fire, my pussy clenched and my inner muscles rippled with need to be filled with the hard rod currently wedged against me, teasing me into mindlessness. I was so turned on, I didn’t even register the fact that the car had come to a stop until the driver’s voice crackled through the intercom alerting us that we have arrived at Micah’s condo. I dragged my lips away from his and tried to catch my breath as I blinked and tried to focus on my surroundings.

“You fucking slay me.” Micah whispered before leaning forward to peck me on my wet, kiss swollen lips. He lifted me off his lap with ease and placed me on the opposite seat. I quickly adjusted my clothes and my hair onto some semblance of order while he did the same. Once we looked relatively presentable, Micah opened the car door. He stepped out onto the sidewalk first and then he reached back for my hand to help me out of the car.

Micah politely thanked his driver and advised him he wasn’t going to need his services for the remainder of the night. My stomach fluttered once again as he turned and escorted me into the elegant foyer of his building. He’d custom designed and remodeled of the impressive high rise condominiums and made his home on the entire top floor of the building.

“Good evening Mr. Jennings, Ms. Madison.” His doorman greeted us as he held the sparkling glass door open for us to enter the building. I managed to smile at him, a little surprised that he remembered me since it was very rare I visited Micah at his home. He’d usually come over to mine, hell, he even had a key to my place.

The elevator doors swooshed closed and I felt my temperature spike as I met Micah’s heated gaze in the mirrored wall in front of us. He was standing close, but not close enough to touch me, and I was glad I had my clutch purse in my hands. It gave them something to do other than reaching for the man and slamming him up against the wall to have my wicked way with him. I couldn’t help but to scan his tall frame from head to toe. Damn, my mouth was practically watering. I wanted to climb this man like a tree and ride him like a bull going to the trophy at a county fair.

By the time the elevator reached his penthouse and the doors parted into the marbled entrance of his house, I was on pins and needles to get this show on the road. Micah was being careful with me, and I fully understood why, but I was as ready as I was ever going to be. It was clear that he might need some further encouragement, so I gathered my courage, ignored the elegant decor of his home with the floor to ceiling windows revealing the breathless view of the twinkling city lights below us. I spun around on my heels to face him, threw my clutch on the side table, and reached up to the straps of my dress resting on my shoulders.

A surge of feminine satisfaction cascaded through me when Micah stopped midstride and his expressive eyes hooded with desire as I slowly slid the my dress down the length of my body. I shimmed a little to let the silky material pool at my feet, leaving me standing there in nothing but my barely there lace thong and my stiletto heels.

Flipping my hair over my shoulders, He had full view of my naked breasts, the cool air circulating through the condo caused my nipples pebble and I brought my hands up to my breasts and gently cupped them, issuing a silent invitation to him. Stepping out of my dress, I twirled around giving him a good view of my naked but cheeks as I walked down the hall to leading to his bedroom, making sure to add some extra sway to my hips.

My pulse spiked and I fought the urge to run when I heard his steps following behind me, they were slow and measured, almost predatory. By the time I walked into his bedroom, my heels clicking like a countdown on the polished pine floors. I felt like every cell in my body was on fire. When I reached the foot of the bed I turned around and almost swallowed my tongue at the sight in front of me. It seemed that Micah lost a few layers of clothing on his way as well. The only thing remaining on that awesomely chiseled body was his low slung jeans and his shoes.

His seductive gaze held me frozen in place as he leaned over to untie his boots, he kicked them off and peeled off his socks before rising to his full height. He never broke eye contact with me as he started moving forward, slowly advancing on me until I had to tilt my head back to look up into his handsome face. My breath hitched in my throat when he leaned forward and his lips gently brushed over mine. He allowed no other part of his body to touch me as he deepened the kiss. I lifted my arms and placed my hands on his shoulders only to feel his muscles rippling beneath my palms.

The telltale sound of his releasing his zipper made my pulse spike to almost an alarming rate. He continued to devour me as he worked his jeans down over his hips and down his muscular thighs. My nails curved into his shoulders when I felt him kick the material away. The next thing I knew I was lifted and crushed against his warm, sculpted chest and I immediately wrapped my legs around his waist. He never ceased his plundering of my mouth, gently nipping my lips followed my sucking my tongue into the heated recesses of his mouth. With each flick of his talented tongue my core throbbed and my inner muscles spasmed, wet heat drenched the crotch of my panties.

Micah walked around his bed and he used one hand to hold on to me and the other to throw the comforter to the end of the bed. He broke our kiss long enough to lay me on top of the cool sheets.

He leaned over me and brought his hand up to my face and cupped the curve of my cheek. “Look at me Bea.” He demanded and I brought my eyes up to meet his hooded gaze.

“Once I’m inside you Bea, there’s no going back. You are mine, I’m staking my claim. I will own you. Just have you and only you have owned me for years now. I was just too stubborn to admit it. You have been with me through the good, the bad, and the ugly and you still love me. You see me, all of me, and yet you’re still here. In my heart, my soul, and finally in my bed. I’ll ask you one last time. Are you sure, are you ready for me, Bea?” He asked with those hypnotic eyes sparkling down into mine.

Reaching up, I ran my fingers through the scruff of course hairs on his cheeks, palmed the sides of his head, drew his face closer to mine, and whispered my response. “Yes Micah, I have always been sure of you. Now fuck me like you mean it.” I demanded with a mischievous smile curving my lips.

Micah gave me a smug smirk before shooting up off the bed faster than I’ve ever seen him move. I braced myself up on my elbows to watch as he thrust his hands under the waistband of his boxers and shoved them down his ripped thighs, kicking them aside. He turned and opened his nightstand drawer and my stuttered in my chest when a few condoms landed next to me on the bed. Oh my Lord, he’s certainly ambitious, I counted at least three condoms before my brain reminded me that Micah was standing at the end of the bed completely naked for my viewing pleasure. I didn’t have time to admire the gorgeous length of his cock, or the thick metal ring of his Prince Albert piercing through the wide bulbous head enticing me to want to nibble of that sinful piece of jewelry.

My head snapped up to his determined features as one of his hands wrapped around my ankle. I felt him sliding my shoes off one by one. He captured my other ankle, one in each hand and I could feel my face flushing bright red as he spread my legs exposing the soaked through silk of my panties. My skin prickled and my body lit up like the multitude of lights twinkling outside Micah’s bedroom window as he leaned forward and kissed his way up from my knees, nibbled and licked over my quivering inner thighs. By the time he reached my sex, I was panting like I’d just run a 5k marathon.

I felt his nimble fingers on the thin straps of my panties, he slowly began to pull the lace down and I lifted my hips as he eased them off. I thought I was going to die when he brought the material to his nose and inhaled my scent deep into his lungs.

“So fucking sweet.” He murmured before dropping them somewhere on the bed. The next thing I knew, I was screaming like a fucking banshee when the man swooped down and buried his face in between my legs. His dexterous fingers spread the lips of my most intimate place and his tip of his tongue flicked over my clit. I couldn’t help the way my back arched clear off the bed and my hands fisted in the hair at the back of his head urging him on.

Micah, used his wicked tongue, his teeth, and even his lips to drive almost to the edge of insanity. I begged and pleaded, cried and moaned as he brought to the heights of heaven only to back off to allow me to float back down to Earth, only to repeat the climb all over again. I nearly sobbed with relief when he reached over and I could hear him ripping open the foil packet. He surged up my body and that talented mouth latched onto one of my pebbled nipples just as he settled his himself in between my spread thighs.

My eyes fluttered, my stomach muscles clenched, and my inner muscles rippled when I felt the thick bulbous head of his shaft prodding at my entrance. Micah released my nipple, his big body completely covered mine and he rested his weight on his forearms positioned on either side of my head. “Look at me Bea, I want to see your face as I make you mine.” He whispered as I eyes flew up to his smoldering blue eyes.

He thrust his hips forward and the stretch and burn of his thick cock spearing me wide open had me almost flying off the bed. I opened my mouth to scream as he rocked himself deeper and deeper into my core, but no sound came out.

“Fuck yes, baby. So wet, so fucking tight. God damn perfection.” He growled as he buried himself to the hilt within me. He slowly rocked himself back and forth slowly inch by inch withdrawing and plunging his rigid length inside of my slick, pulsing core giving me time to assimilate myself to his impressive size. The burn of his entry soon faded away and the deliciousness of him stretching my muscles around his hard shaft took over all my senses. I wrapped my legs around his waist and ground my hips against him, clearly giving him the signal to move, and move he did. Micah started out slow, then his pace slowly increased until he was pounding in and out of my body at a brutal pace, and I loved every minute of it.

He cursed, moaned and whispered dirty, filthy things in my ear, ramping my need for him up even more as our sweat slick bodies writhed against each other. My heart was pounding in my chest, my blood was pulsing through my ears, and my entire body felt like there was pressure building up deep inside of me. The sensation of electric heat flashed over my nerves endings and waves of heat pooled low in my abdomen. Micah suddenly surged upwards, threw my legs over his shoulders, his large hands gripped my hips, and thrust himself so deep inside of me. I came so hard and so fast, I swore that I was shattering into a million tiny pieces.

Stars burst behind my clenched eyelids, and any air I had left in my lungs was pushed right out of my gaping mouth. I vaguely heard Micah grunts and I forced my eyes opened to see him. I needed to watch him come, and he was a sight to behold. All those delicious muscles rippling and straining. The veins in his neck protruded as he threw his head back and groaned as his orgasm rocked his entire body. I felt his cock pulsing out the last of his release in the condom buried deep within me. My body trembled and my limbs quivered like someone had electrocuted me, and in a sense Micah did. I could barely keep my eyes open as Micah lowered my boneless legs from his shoulders to the rumpled bed.

I couldn’t even find the energy to flip him off as he leaned over and gave me a smug, all knowing smile like he’d just conquered the world. He lovingly adjusted my limp body more comfortably on the bed. Moments later, I felt a warm cloth sliding over my skin, leaving little goosebumps in its wake. He gently took care of me before joining me in bed. He wrapped his much larger frame around mine and I snuggled into his chest and in no time at all I gave myself over to the oblivion of sleep. Like I said, this has been years in the making and holy hell, it was everything and more than I could’ve ever expected it to be.

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

(Vampire gloves)

Mike

What I am doing is a severe test of my control and my willpower. There’s no other way to describe what’s happening to me, and the rigid control I usually have over my body. My pretty pet and his delicious responses are surely going to be the end of me. I was sure of it. Fuck, and this is only our first time playing together.

Damn, I’m going to have to dig deep and brush up on my skills. It was time to get my head in the game, and draw out my inner Dominant in order to get through this. But god damn, every time I looked up and caught sight of the mouthwatering view of Joseph in front of me, I was floored. He is the epitome of perfection in his utter submission. My pet simply made me want to just fuck him until we’re both crippled.

If I could have patted myself on the back I would have for pulling this scene out of nowhere. When I’d came through the door this evening, playing with my boy was not on my list of things to do. In all actuality, I wanted to come home, eat something, and cuddle with Joseph in my arms for the rest of the evening. But my boy needed, and it was my job as his Dom to make sure that all his needs are met, he’s fully satisfied. He feels cherished, secure, and happy.

My intentions for our quiet night at home were shot straight to hell when I walked into my house, only to see my beautiful baby and all that flawless skin of his on full display for my viewing pleasure. I’d barely been able to concentrate on my food. If someone had asked me what I’d eaten. I am here to tell you that I don’t have a clue. My dinner was shoveled into my mouth, I’d only skirted the fine line of proper decorum so that my pet would know I’d enjoyed and appreciated his efforts in preparing my meal.

My cock pulsed between my naked thighs as I studied Joseph’s trembling body trussed up in the sex swing in before me. I’ve been edging him for over an hour, his tight, toned body was slick with sweat. His sculpted chest heaved with exertion, as he desperately tried to breathe around the ball gag I’d strapped in his mouth.

He was sightless, the blindfold I’d placed on him was secured in place. He could only hear me when I chose to be heard. He couldn’t verbally respond around the gag. But those needy, sweet little whimpers bubbling out of his throat was enough to have the veins in my shaft bulging with the need to plunge balls deep into his slicked, tormented little hole.

With him in the swing, he was at the perfect height for me to just step in, and glide my dripping cock into his quivering entrance. The perfect little star was winking invitingly at me, but what had really got my blood pumping through my veins was the sights of the weights I’d fitted to the base of his ball sack. The weights extended his nuts and caused his balls to protrude obscenely large in his scrotum sack. They were round and swollen, just begging to be licked and sucked to my heart’s content.

I’d get there, soon I’ll use my tongue to taste and tease every inch of my boy’s delectable skin, but first, I had to calm my body’s own responses to all the stimulus I’ve put my pet through thus far. I’d just finished using the sounds on his beautiful cock. The shiny silver buds had looked so delicious as the sound disappeared down the length of his urethra, only the sleek balls were left peeking out the bulbous tip of his weeping cock.

Joseph had almost passed out by the time I inserted the largest of the sounds and stretched his urethra to capacity. My boy had whined and moaned around the gag, but he remained stock still as he took everything I gave him. He did me proud, so much so that I was standing here with my own desire, my own lust riding me like a demon. I wanted nothing more than to call it a day and bury myself so deep inside of him, that I wouldn’t know where I ended or where he began.

“Are you ready for more, boy?” I asked as I stepped close enough in between his spread thighs so he could feel the heat of my body but not close enough to touch. His muscular shoulders strained against the padded restraints around his wrist, and he leaned his whole body towards me. Even without words, he begged so sweetly.

“Hush, my sweet, take just a little bit more for me and then I’ll give you what you need. You’ve been such a good boy. Just a little more and I’ll even let you come.” I crooned as I slipped my hands into the supple leather vampire gloves.

The gloves were custom made, I wanted the spikes running the length of each finger to be sharp, but extremely short and thin. The reason for this was, they would definitely leave a mark when enough force is applied, but they wouldn’t break the surface of the skin. I’m into a lot of things, but drawing blood was not one of my kinks.

Stepping back, I raised my foot and used my big toe to give his ball weights a gentle nudge, the heavy drag on his nuts while they’re swinging is enough to set him on edge all over again. I was rewarded with another breathy whimper. A smile curved my lips when I set my open palm on the inner side of his knee and squeezed the flesh beneath my glove covered hand. Another gasp left my boy’s throat, and a full smile graced my face knowing that he felt the bite of the gloves.

Bringing my other hand up, I placed it in the same place on his opposite leg. His muscles twitched under my hands, and I began to lightly rub small circles over the ultra-sensitive skin of his creamy inner thighs. Slowly, I continued to do this until I reached the crease where his thighs met his groin, and my Sadist tendencies in me spiked. I reached down with one hand, and Joseph must of guessed my intentions, because his whole body went rigid when my spiked fingers wrapped around his engorged balls.

My pet screamed when I mercilessly tightened my fist, the spikes digging relentlessly into his abused balls. The tortured sounds had me panting like a dog. I raised my free hand and tapped my fingers along the length of his raging hard, just barely scraping along his swollen veins. His cock was almost purple, the veins bulging and the skin was hot and tight. Copious amounts of pre-ejaculate was leaking from the tip.

“Don’t you dare come boy. If you come, everything stops. You will come when I tell you to.” I demanded and Joseph arched his back off the swing, but frantically nodded his head, letting me know he heard me.

Flexing my fingers, I continued to roll his tormented nuts in my hand. I used my teeth to pull off my other glove and dropped it on the floor, and kicking it aside to avoid stepping on it. I leaned to the side and dipped my fingers in the prepared bowl of lube and my greased fingers went straight for his hole. I’d had enough, my boy has had enough. Every muscle in his body was straining, begging for me to release the unsurmountable tension I’d worked into his body.

With one finger, I rimmed the ring of muscle protecting his entrance, Joseph threw his head back, and his Adams apple bobbed, and he groaned long and hard. His whole body shuddered and his tight, little hole relaxed enough for the tip of finger to slip inside his warm, silky channel. I had to bite my lip to contain myself groaning out in delight. He felt so tight, smooth, and so fucking hot inside. I couldn’t wait to feel his spasming chute wrapped around me, squeezing and milking the length of my cock.

“Fuck yes, baby. You feel so fucking tight. I’m going to open you up to take my dick, boy. By the time I’m done with you, you’re tight little passage will be forever be imprinted to the shape of my cock.” I grunted as I eased another finger into him. I searched until I felt that powerhouse of his gland, and I pressed it like I was ringing his bell. Sure enough my pet sounded off for me in the spectacular fashion.

Continuing to work his hole open, scissoring my fingers, and alternating with plunging them deep into him, I let go off his balls. Using my teeth, just as did with the other glove, I pulled this one off and flicked it to the side with a swing of my head.

Jesus, my hands were shaking, but I refused to remove my fingers in order to put the condom on my throbbing penis. It took me a minute, but with the help of my teeth and dexterous fingers of one hand, I managed to roll the condom down the length of my shaft and generously lubed myself.

I aimed the mushroomed head of my cock right at his hole and the second I removed my fingers, I replaced them with the wide tip of my shaft. My heart slammed against my sternum, and sweat trickled down my spine. I clenched my jaws and forced myself to go slow. My hips actually ached with the need to thrust, with the desire to bury my cock balls deep into his hot passage with one powerful lunge.

But as much as I like causing pain, this right here, this delicate balance of riding that fine line of giving pleasure and just a bite of pain. This was more about making sure your partner enjoys the experience. A man could scar another man for life, even turn him away from anal penetration altogether if that balance isn’t kept.

By the time I bottomed out, my cock buried deep in his pulsing heat, with my balls resting nicely against his ass cheeks. I had to lock my own knees in place to keep myself upright. I reached down between our straining bodies and released the clasp of the weights. They landed on the floor with a solid thump.

“You are simply perfect. Pet. So beautiful, so tight and you feel so fucking sweet wrapped around my cock baby. You are everything and more than I could have ever imagined.” I whispered softly in his ear, and I had to lean back when I heard a muffled little sob coming from my precious boy. “I’m going to remove your blindfold, keep your eyes closed until you tolerate the light.” I warned before flicking the material off his eyes.

Joseph blinked a few times and then those big beautiful eyes met mine, and my heart rate spiked all over again. The emotions pouring out of those orbs was enough to have me catching my breath. I quickly removed his ball gag, my cock throbbed with the need to move, but I needed to kiss my boy. I needed to show him that he wasn’t the only swept up in the swirl of emotions binding us together.

Once I removed the gag from his mouth, I used a soft cloth to wipe away his drool. I made sure to gently massage his jaws and his pouty, pink lips.

“Please, Master, please….” He whispered, blinking up endearingly at me and I knew exactly what he wanted.

I gave him one toe curling, blistering kiss before I pulled my lips away from the sweetness of his mouth. I reared back and grabbed ahold of the chains securing the swing to the ceiling and I slowly withdrew my cock, leaving only the bulbous head stretching his quivering ring at his entrance. A devious smile curved my lips and that was his only warning. With a quick jerk of my hips and a powerful tug on the swing, I rammed my entire length deep into his passage in one powerful thrust.

That was the pace I set, hard and unrelentingly fast. I plunged into him over and over again. Joseph cried, whined, and screamed with every spine tingling plunge of my shaft into his body. I used the rocking momentum of the swing as well my entire body weight to give him everything I had to give.

“Sir, please, I’m right there… Please, please let me come. PLEASE MASTER!” Joseph screeched. His whole body shuddered beneath mine and I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his engorged shaft. My hand had barely closed around his length before I felt it thicken and pulse beneath my fingers. My own orgasm was quickly barreling down on me with the force of a raging tsunami.

My vision blurred and I only managed to bellow out one word, “come,” before I was swept away with my own release. I watched wide eyed as Joseph’s cock exploded, shooting line after line of come into the air seconds before my release hit with the force of a runaway train. It felt like someone had hit me with a jolt of electricity.

My entire body seized as my balls repeatedly ejected thick jets of semen into the condom buried deep in my boy’s channel. I swore even my voice was momentarily taken from me, I couldn’t even have grunted my way through my earth shattering release even if I wanted to.

Joseph’s body went completely limp beneath mine. A hiss left my lips as my over sensitized shaft slipped from his heated channel. I allowed my breathing to return somewhat to a normal pattern. But it still took almost everything that I had to move my sated body. I gently unstrapped my beloved boy, and carried him into my bedroom. It took no time at all to wipe him clean and tuck him in between my sheets.

As much as I wanted to just climb into bed beside him, I pushed myself to clean and sterilize my equipment before putting them away. I wiped down the swing, and left my playroom just as pristine as it was when we had entered it earlier in the evening. By the time I curled myself around Joseph’s sleep warmed frame, I was as content as the cat that got it’s fill of cream. I brushed a kiss across my boy’s forehead. Once again, I had to admit that he is more than I could have ever imagined after all the years of yearning for him to be right where he is now, at my side.

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Courtesy of Versace and Co. An idea of what sweet Gavy’s outfit looks like. I hope you enjoy the chapter. Happy Reading, xoxo Dianna

Joseph

Totally immersed in a manuscript by a new author I was hoping for my company to have the opportunity to publish her extraordinary work, I’d managed to tune out my surroundings. Not that there was much to tune out while sitting behind the massive oak desk in my sound proofed executive office. My work space was a grand affair with wall to ceiling glass windows sitting in the middle of the city. I’d allowed Gavin carte blanch in decorating my office and that little minx did a stellar job. It’s also no coincidence that my publishing company’s location was within walking distance from both Damien’s office building and music studio, as well as Marcus’ mega marketing monstrosity of offices that took up a majority of the downtown skyline.

I jumped at the sound of the intercom buzzing on my desk phone to get my attention. My lips pulled down with displeasure. I was getting to the good part of the book; I was hoping the suspense the author was building was going to be worth the anticipation when I found out who was the mastermind behind the murders in the story plot.

Reluctantly setting the manuscript down, I reached over and pressed the answer button on the intercom. “Yes.” I’m sure my PA detected the annoyance in my voice.

“Sorry to disturb you sir, but there is a gentleman out here to see you. A Mr. Carter. He doesn’t have an appointment, so I wanted to check with you if it’s okay to send him in.” Kasey informed me in her very prim and proper way of speaking.

My brows automatically shot up in surprise. I didn’t know Damien had returned from his and Gavin’s European honeymoon already. My nerves caused my hand to shake as I reached for the headset. “Thanks Kasey, that’s quite alright, please send him in.” I informed her before replacing the headset and jumping to my feet. I smoothed a hand over the front of my suit and made sure my hair was smooth moments before the office door was thrown wide open, the panel almost hit the wall as a hurricane of bubble gum pink rushed in my direction and I found myself with an armful of barely contained, vibrating ball of exuberance.

“Joey baby…. I’ve missed you.” Gavin screeched in my ear as he was squeezing the breath out of my body. I glanced up in time to see Kasey shaking her head with a fond smile on her lips as she closed my office door giving us some privacy.

I couldn’t help but to wrap my arms around him and breathe in his unique scent. Just the smell of his expensive signature cologne brought back so many memories of my years spent loving and being loved on by both him and Damien. Those fond memories came rushing back all at once. When Kasey had said Mr. Carter, my mind had immediately conjured up Damien’s sexy as hell alpha male likeness. I’d forgotten for a minute that Gavin is now Mr. Carter as well. He’d decided not to hyphenate his name when Damien placed the stunning circle of custom-made diamonds on his ring finger. An extravagant piece to match his equally stunning collar. With only one glance a person would have no doubts that this beautiful man belonged to the music mogul.

Swallowing the emotion threatening to clog my throat. I eased my friend and former lover away from me to get a good look at him. “I’ve missed you too buddy. How was the honeymoon? When did you guys get back?” I took a seat in one of the plush chairs in front of my desk politely indicated to the identical chair next to it, but Gavin completely ignored me and planted his tight little ass on my lap and wrapped his slender arms around my neck.

“Uh, uh…I’m not giving up my favorite spot next to Daddy’s lap of course. We are forever baby even if we don’t play together anymore. Oh, my gawd, the places we went and sights Damien showed me were out of this world. I couldn’t have asked for better. We’ll talk more about it when you come over for dinner. Damien and I got back the day before yesterday and he’s off checking on his empire. I stopped by Corey’s studio and my office yesterday and now I’m here with you. How are you, and more importantly is Mike treating you right?” Gavin gushed, then he lowered those impossibly long lashes, and his busy fingers nervously worried the lapel of my jacket.

Tilting my head to the side, I studied Gavin’s bent head purposely didn’t say anything until he peeked up at me with those stunning eyes of his. “I’m happy baby boy. There’s no need for you or Damien to worry about me. I know that by saying that, it’s like preaching to the choir, but truly Mike has proven to be just the man I need. Although we’re still exploring and getting to know each other, he gives me what I want. What I didn’t even know I wanted until he put a name to what I’ve known I’ve craved since you and Damien introduced me to the lifestyle.”

“Damien will forever hold a place in my heart as my Sir, and you as my baby boy. I love you both until forever comes, but there are elements of this lifestyle Michael has introduced to me that I’ve needed, the masochist in me has truly been awaken, and Damien for all his mastery, wasn’t into sadomasochism. Although he’s extremely talented with it, he was reluctant to provide it. He saw the need in me and he unselfishly released me to find what it was I was looking for.” I sighed and rubbed my hand offering my comfort down his spine.

“Damien thinks I don’t know about his involvement in making sure that Michael and I got together, and Mike is keeping quiet about it too, but I know the minute I couldn’t hide my attraction for Mike anymore, Damien sussed out my need for a heavier hand and he cultivated the attraction I have for my very own Sadist. I would’ve remained with you and Damien and suppressed my needs forever if necessary, but that wasn’t fair to either of us. I don’t want you to think there was something lacking in our relationship. You and Damien loved me, let me rephrase that.”

“You guys still love me, but Gavy, the love Damien has for you surpasses anything I have ever seen. The only other couple I can honestly say could ever compare to the two of you is Marcus and Corey. I want someone to love me like that, I want to be someone’s world. I know that what we had was real, but I’m selfish enough not to want to share, and that right there was my problem. Not yours or Damien’s.” I gently replied as I continued to rub soothing circles up and down his back.

Gavy sniffled and stuck out his pretty pink, plump bottom lip at me, and I couldn’t help but to smile at all of his adorableness. He was just too cute for words. Over the years he’d come into his true self. No longer concerned with pleasing anyone other than Damien, and Damien was most happy when Gavin was happy. So, if the beautiful man wanted to wear an outfit like he was wearing today. A stunning bright pink Versace suit sans undershirt, showing off toned chest, and trim waist to perfection, paired with ridiculously expensive Italian loafers, then Damien should be ecstatic, because the entire ensemble showcased Gavin’s collar, which was on spectacular display around his slender throat.

“It’s okay, I get it. Damien has spent numerous hours trying to explain it to me. I understand about wanting something you can’t put a name to, or even not knowing you want it until it’s presented to you. I just never wanted you to feel like we didn’t love you enough. I love Damien more than words can explain, but I love you as well and always will, even if we are not together like that anymore. I know sharing feelings between two people is hard enough, it’s even harder amongst three or more people, but I’m selfish too. You were my Joey first.” He pouted at me and crossed his arms over his slender chest giving me a baleful glare.

Wrapping my arms around him, I squeezed him against my chest and leaned over to blow raspberries on his cheek. Gavin squealed and tried to wiggle off my lap, but I just held him tighter.

“You know I will always love you, and Damien will always have a special place in my heart. Nothing and no one will ever take that away from you guys. Now what is this about dinner? When and where?” I asked as he settled comfortably back into my embrace.

“Daddy wants you and Mike to come to dinner sometime next week. He misses you, and I think he wants to see for himself that you are happy and comfortable with your Sadist outside of the club setting.” He explained as he straightened the tip of the handkerchief in my breast pocket.

Rolling my eyes, I responded. “That man. What am I going to do with him? Still so protective. I’ll talk to Mike and see what his schedule looks like and get back to you guys. Now, tell me about all the places you visited. I have nothing scheduled for this afternoon, so my time is yours. Do you want to go grab something to eat?”

Gavin bounced up, out of my lap, and quickly dragged me to my feet. “Oh my god, food. Let’s go snag Corey and hit up that Thai restaurant close to his studio. Pad Thai baby, extra hot.” He exclaimed as he pulled me from my office and right past my surprised PA.

“Kasey, I am out for the remainder of the afternoon, but you can reach me on my cell.” I said as I used my unoccupied hand to pat my pockets to make sure I had said cell phone and my wallet. Gavin had dragged me from my office before I could even secure the manuscript, but I am sure Kasey with all her efficiency would take care of it for me. It’s not like my employees are allowed free reign to wonder in and out of my office at any given moment.

Gavin talked a mile a minute about the oceans of Greece, the wonders of the hillsides in Tuscany, and his shopping spree in Paris by the time we made it to the building’s lobby. I was getting ready to tell him to take a breath as we breezed through the sliding glass doors and straight into what felt like a solid wall. Gavin bounced back on his heels and we both glanced at the wide chest in front of us.

“Dang it man, I forgot the amount of space all those muscles take up.” Gavin smiled and exclaimed before taking a leap right into Mike’s big arms.

Mike caught him effortlessly and perched him on his hip like a toddler and I couldn’t help but to shake my head at Gavy’ antics.

“I still see that you only have one volume setting little boy, and that’s loud as usual.” Mike’s deep whiskey laced voice shimmered down my spine and caused a pleasant tingle of awareness throughout my entire body.

“Don’t act like you aren’t used to it. Admit it, I liven up your world muscle man.” Gavin purred as he wiggled down Mike’s much larger frame to land on his feet. He proceeded to straighten his suit jacket with a mischievous smirk on his face.

“You are right about that Sunshine. You can brighten just about anyone’s day. Where are the two of you off to in the middle of the afternoon, and did the either of you bother to inform your security detail of your plans?” Mike inquired with a raised brow and damn, if I didn’t suddenly find the sidewalk very interesting. Gavin started whistling as he looked every which way but at Mike. To be honest, I was so happy to see my friend and the decision to go to lunch was so sudden, I didn’t even think to call down to have my driver/bodyguard alerted to my change in plans for the afternoon.

Gavin’s driver was standing by his car though, so at least one of us was prepared. It was of little consolation at the moment with the way my sir was glaring at the top of my bent head. I could just feel his disapproval about the breach of his very strict protocol.

“The both of you beautiful boys better be happy Jefferey over there is on my payroll or else this would have been an incident worthy of punishment. Damien doesn’t play with your safety, and neither do I. Now, I suppose the promise of food is involved in this little endeavor?” Mike chuckled as he nodded his head in Gavin’s driver direction. I forget from time to time that Michael’s security firm has been responsible for the Triple Threats personal and business protection details from the beginning.

“Yass, big sir, you know it. We are sorry we didn’t notify our watch dogs, but can we please get this show on the road. My tummy is talking to me, it’s screaming for Pad Thai and we still have to drag Corey away from his paintings. Love you, bye.” Gavin called over his shoulder as he yanked me towards the car and literally threw me into the vehicle, his driver had managed to open right on time as he shuffled onto the seat beside me. Mike’s laughter reached us before the door was firmly closed and the car slid smoothly away from the curb.

“You are trouble.” I commented as I shook my head at him.

“No, not me. I know not of whom you speak.” Gavin replied as he batted his eyes at me.

I could only continue to smile fondly at my little Gavy. I’ve missed him and the many ways he makes me smile, but I sent a quick text to my sir, just to let him know I was thinking about him as well. I knew he came by to possibly share lunch with me before I was unceremoniously dragged away by the little imp sitting beside me.  As always when it comes to Gavin, I decided just to sit back and go with the flow. It’s seems like it’s been so long since we’ve all spent time together. I know I’m going to enjoy the rest of the afternoon with my two closest friends, my family so to speak.

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Joseph

I was still smiling an shaking my head in wonder at Gavin’s antics all throughout lunch. I couldn’t contain the happiness I felt about being able to spend time with my friends. Corey was a true enabler for Gavin, not that he needed any encouragement with being his usually fabulous self. It’s a good thing Mr. Nuyen, the owner of the Thai Restaurant located beneath Corey’s city studio space was more than used to our shenanigans. He’s been putting up with all of us for years, even before Corey began pursuing his artistic career. Of course, Marcus had Micah acquire the entire building, a nice multi-business district addition to his already impressive real estate portfolio, and they had Mike had wire the security of the entire building tighter than Fort Knox.

The car pulled out of the late afternoon traffic, and Jarrod glided the luxury vehicle to a smooth stop alongside the busy city curb crawling with after work pedestrian traffic. The gleaming office building we were parked in front of hosted Reynold’s Security Consultants head office. Another acquisition belonging to the Triple Threat. Hence the VIP availability to park in a designated spot directly in front of the sliding glass doors leading to an equally lavish lobby inside.

Perplexed, I lowered the privacy screen. “I thought we were going back to my condo.” I inquired of Jarrod. I knew I’d been so caught up in my head, that I’d forgotten if I’d told Jarrod to take me home for the evening or not.

“Yes, Sir, you did tell me to take you home, but the boss man told me to bring you here instead. I apologize for not informing you of the change of plans. You seemed to be a little preoccupied.” Jarrod responded before he leaned to the side to check for oncoming traffic. He got out of the car, walked around the front of the vehicle. The meticulous bodyguard/driver performed his usual scan of our surroundings. Seemingly satisfied of my safety, he opened the back door, and allowed me to exit the car.

As per usual, he shadowed my steps like a human shield between myself and the world. The man was large, like most of the men in Mike’s employ. He reminded me of a Norse God. My overactive imagination could easily envision Jarrod as a conquering Viking, dressed in furs, chain mail, and grungy blood-stained armor as he pillaged some unbeknownst village. The only thing he was missing was the long intricate braids in his honey, wheat colored hair, and a scruffy beard. Otherwise, the massive body underneath that designer suit was more than enough to have any little gay boy or straight girl wishing Jarrod would consider them a spoil of war and carry them off to be a willing Viking thrall.

I headed directly for the private elevator at the end of the hallway. It was the one that went up directly to Mike’s office. It was programmed to go only to his floor and it opened in the foyer front of his receptionist, Tatiana. A not so small Amazon of a woman. To be honest, I was more scared of her than any other of the deadly operatives under Mike’s employ. I’ve had the privilege to observe a majority of the men, and women who made up the roster for Michael’s business go through their strict training routine in the gym located a few floors down from the main office and command center on the top floor.

Tati, as she liked to be called, was not only Mike’s receptionist, she was also his right hand with helping him with the day-to-day operations of his business, and his personal bodyguard when the occasion called for it. Mike usually didn’t require her protection services being the badass that he was himself. But Tati could give as good, if not better than most of the men working here. She’s knocked a few heads together, and bested quite a few of the operatives here. Like most of the Reynolds Security Consulting employees, her background stemmed from some special forces branch in the military. I couldn’t recall which one at the moment.

The elevator dinged announcing our arrival to the top floor. The doors quietly slid open and there she was, the woman herself perched behind the exquisite marble reception desk. A small smile graced her ruby red lips as she watched me walk towards her. The embellished gold letters declaring the business name was mounted elegantly on a thick glass panel behind her.

“Well, hello there handsome. I swear every time I see you, I promise myself I’m going to steel your delicious self away from that grouch you’ve attached yourself to.” Tati stated as she batted her lashes at me.

“And every time I see you; I’d consider allowing you to do it, but I’m scared you’ll break me.” I teased her right back.

“Precious, I sincerely doubt that. You seem to be handling that beast of yours just fine” She laughed before waving me past her desk. “He’s on a conference call at the moment, but he left explicit instructions for you to go right on through when you got here.” She said with a raised brow and amusement curving her lips.

“Is everything ok, did he seem concerned or something?” I asked growing apprehensive as to why Mike summoned me to his office after seeing me earlier in the afternoon with Gavin. He never mentioned wanting us to get together directly after my lunch date.

“I’d say it’s the or something, sugar.” Tati intoned with a cheeky grin.

I could feel the tips of my ears turning bright red as Jarrod hid his amusement by pretending to cough into his meaty fist.

“I take it you got him from here, Tati. I’ll be downstairs.” Jarrod said before spinning on his heel to go back the way we came.

I didn’t utter another word to the she-devil as I side eyed her while walking past her desk. She was still grinning like a Cheshire cat in my direction. I wondered if she knew something I didn’t. She winked at me again and I quickened my steps towards Mike’s office. I was really curious now. Not that I minded spending any amount of time with the man that I could given how busy our daily schedules were.

Seeing I was instructed to go right into Mike’s office, I didn’t bother to knock when I got to the solid oak double doors leading into his inner sanctum. I was so proud of his accomplishments. His firm protected a plethora of people, dignitaries, celebrities, business moguls, and they provided almost military grade security services for clients as well, not just the muscle. From the appearances of his offices, his home, and his exclusive client list. Mike has done very well for himself. You would never know it with how humble the man was in reality. He maybe a warrior, someone who could snap a man in two with very little effort. But to me, he was the sweetest, unless the situation called for him not to be. I wondered what I was going to walk into today. There was only one way to find out.

Mike was indeed on the phone when I entered his substantial office. He looked to be in his element sitting behind his expansive desk, with his headset on, and talking into the mouth piece. He his eyes tracked my progress as I closed the door behind myself and made my way across the marbled floor to the elegant sitting area to the side of his desk. A shy smile graced my lips as I caught that intensity in those dark eyes as he continued to watch me. My cock plumped up a little as I took my seat and waited for him to finish his call.

He didn’t break eye contact with me, nor was there any interruption in his conversation as he rose from his chair with all the grace of an apex predator. He continued to speak to whomever he was detailing whatever jargon he using, something about optimum surveillance, and angles of cameras or some such other verbiage. I wasn’t truly following the conversation as much as all my senses were more attuned to the man and his actions, rather than what he was verbally saying into that headset.

Mike took his time as he strolled from behind his desk and across the tiles towards his office door. My heart fluttered in my chest before picking up its pace when I heard the lock click into place. The sound was almost as loud a gunshot the otherwise quiet space. Mike leaned his wide back against the door and continued speaking to the person on the other end of the line. My Sir was staring at me with the intent to dominate, and possibly devour me evident in his gaze. How humiliated should I feel that he didn’t even bother to end his business call before making his intentions obvious? The impressive bulge in his designer slacks had my mouth going dry. I continued to sit there like I was frozen in time. I didn’t know what to do, or how I should feel other than the spine-tingling sense of awareness and desire overtaking my body.

Fighting the urge to slide to my knees and present myself to my Sir. I decided to be a good boy and wait for my Dom to tell me what to do, and sure enough, my Sir didn’t have me waiting long as he stalked across the office to where I was not so patiently waiting for him to follow-up on the intent shimmering behind his smoldering gaze. My cock was hard as a rock by the time he came to a stop in front of me. His fully engorged, luscious length was positioned directly in front of my face, and tempting me beyond reason behind his zipper. My mouth was actually watering with the need to wrap my lips around his girth, to feel the weighted warmth of his shaft dragging across my tongue as he fucked my throat. He just continued to talk and stand there while my fingers itched to reach out take what I wanted from him.

My very breath left my body when I suddenly found myself on my feet, and forcibly spun around until I was facing the glass to ceiling windows overlooking the brilliant city lights as dusk fell over the skyline. My back was pressed firmly against his massive chest. I couldn’t even focus on the view outside as our reflections came into focus on the one-way glass panel. The cadence of Mike’s voice and his breathing remained unaffected as he quickly divested me of my suit jacket. I watched mesmerized as his thick fingers made quick work of the buttons on my dress shift. The material parted to reveal the expanse of my chest and abdomen for his viewing pleasure through our reflections.

A needy whimper bubbled up my throat when I watched him reach hand to the headset he was wearing. He tapped the device once, I assumed to mute his side of communication. He placed a large hand in the middle of my back and pushed me forward. I found myself bent at the waist; my arms flayed out for a moment before I slapped my palms against the back of the chair, he’d pulled me out of.

“You’re to stay right there, in this position. This delectable ass is mine to use wherever and whenever I please. You denied me that chance when I came to take you to lunch earlier today, my pet. Now, I’m simply taking what’s mine. You’re not to make a sound, and you can’t cum until I tell you. Nod once if you understand.” He uttered as his fingers glided lazily around the waistline of my trousers.

Lifting my head, I caught his gaze in the window and nodded once, giving him my consent and my absolute trust. Whatever he was planning to do to me, I was so here for it. I watched a sadistic smile spread across his gorgeous face before he raised one beefy hand high into the air. Before I could even brace myself for what was coming, a stinging smack landed on my ass cheek enough force to drive me up onto my toes. I had to bite my lips and exhale through my nose to stifle my startled gasp. Pain and heat radiated almost immediately from my abused butt cheek. My cock pulsed behind my zipper, and I could feel the warmth of my precum pooling into the soft fabric my fitted boxer shorts.

“So fucking pretty.” My Sir mumbled before reaching around my waist. His nibble fingers deftly unbuckled my belt. My slacks were shimmied over my hips, to pool around my ankles, and my underwear was unceremoniously pulled down around my thighs exposing my bare ass to his laser focused gaze.

Anticipation had me almost panting like a bitch in heat as I watched him tap his headset once more. He picked up his conversation as if he wasn’t planning to violate my body in the most pleasurable of ways. He continued talking, and I continued to watch him like a hawk. My body was practically vibrating with lust at this point. I knew in my heart of hearts, if the chair underneath wasn’t made of leather, I’d have ruined the upholstery with how hard my needy cock was leaking, and craving his touch, his mouth. Hell, at this point it just wanted his complete attention.

But that was the game wasn’t it. His hands were on my body I was here to be used for his pleasure, all the while he was on the phone and his attention was divided. It was almost as if I was an afterthought, and why the hell did I find that so fucking hot?

My Sir reached into his pocket and the tell-tale crinkle of a condom wrapper told me loud and clear just how prepared he was for this encounter. I felt him place the prophylactic on my lower back. He answered more questions from his call before using his teeth to rip open a small packet of lube. He spit the plastic to the side and met my wide-eyed gaze as he slowly drizzled lube all over his long, elegant fingers. My quivering hole fluttered like it was cooing its encouragement.

It took all that I had to hold in the groan of unadulterated relief as once slick finger glided around my entrance. The tight little star clenched in on itself, before the soothing, rhythmic massage relaxed my muscles into a compliance. My head fell forward and I closed my eyes as that thick finger penetrated me. I couldn’t watch him do what he was doing to me, and feel my body’s response to his ministrations at the same time without orgasming all over myself, and his furniture. The dual stimulations would be my undoing.

A silent, startled gasp escaped my throat as my head was yanked up by my hair, the sting to my scalp almost had my knees buckling. My eyes met his in the glass, and the silent command was there in his hardened stare. I was to watch him, to watch myself, and my response to his mastering of my body, my mind, and my very soul. Another finger joined the first already buried in my channel. The scissoring motion had me unconsciously rocking my ass against his hand. Fucking myself on those thick, slippery fingers. The tips of his fingers pegged my prostate in just the right way, and my hips took on a mind of their own as I continued swaying back and forth frantically.

The fingers in my hair disappeared before the sound of another resounding slap echoed though the room. My body immediately stalled its mindless movement, and I almost bit my tongue in half with the urge to silence a long, loud groan of abject pleasure. My Sir’s voice floated somewhere over my head as my vision blurred. He counted to plunge his fingers in and out of my body with one hand, and with the other, he smoothly unbuckled his belt. The leather flapped to the side as he popped buttons, and dragged his zipper down. I wanted to move, I needed to move, and I needed more of him as I watched him pull his magnificent cock free from the confines of his clothes. I was almost crazed, my breaths choppy, and tears of frustration pooled in the corner of my eyes as my Sir took his sweet time in seeing to my pleasure.

He just continued his discussion on the phone, his breathing normal, and the only tell he was affected in anyway was the fact that he couldn’t tear his eyes away from watching as he plundered my deprived hole with his fingers. His darkened gaze met mine once again in the glass. I watched helplessly as he ripped the condom wrapper open with his teeth. He pulled it from the wrapper and expertly rolled it onto his long, thick shaft. His fingers disappeared from my inside my channel, and he once again tapped his headset.

“Not a sound, pet.” Was all the warning I received before he aligned the wide, bulbous head of his cock to my entrance and plunged himself balls deep into my body with one powerful thrust.

My knuckles went white with how hard I gripped the back of the chair. I went up on my toes, and I struggled with everything in me to keep from screaming out to the high heavens. My asshole ignited like someone had poured lighter fluid all over it and struck a match. My vision blurred, and my throat constricted as if I was choking on my own tongue. Tears poured down my cheeks and my body struggled to assimilate to the onslaught of fresh torment.

My Sir gave me only a few moments to try to adjust to his brutal entry before he once again tapped into his call. He proceeded to kick my legs farther apart as my tangled pants would allow. He rolled those powerful hips of his just once, dragging the length of that fat cock along my inner walls. Dragging out both my pain and my pleasure.

He stood there poised with just the head of his cock stretching my abused entrance. He waited until I lifted my watery eyes to his before he thrust himself back into my body. This time he didn’t stop. His hands held me firmly in place, and he fucked me like he was an unstoppable machine. I lost track of time, self, and place. My breaths stuttered out of my body and sweat poured off my overheated skin like rain. All the while Mike talked on the phone, and listened to his client like he wasn’t fucking me into oblivion. It was unreal. I should’ve felt used. I should’ve been offended that I wasn’t causing this man to lose is ever loving mind as he fucked me, that he was so seemingly and utterly unaffected by what we were doing.

But that wasn’t the case at all. He may have seemed like was just going through the motions, like he was just brushing his teeth like an everyday occurrence. But the sheen off sweat on his skin, and the bulging veins in his neck and forearms, was evidence he just had an inhuman amount of control over his body’s reactions. Although his voice remained calm, his breaths picked up a notch and his fingers tightened as they dug into my hips. I was sure I was going to have some interesting bruises by at this point, I could’ve cared less. I was valiantly trying to obey my Dom. I was trying my best not to cum, not to beg and plead with him to allow me cum.

I could feel the pressure of my impending release building in my balls. My spine tingled, and untouched cock throbbed like it had its own heartbeat.

The next thing I knew, the headset My sir had been wearing hit the cushion in front of me in pieces. “Fuck!” Mike roared as I watched the muscles strain in his neck. He threw his head back and released a long low groan. The sound had my balls tightening even more.

“Fucking cum, right now.” He barked without even looking at me. But I gave no shits at this point, I got all the permission I needed to finally, finally allowed to find my release, and boy did I. I felt like the head of my cock exploded as I shot line after line of thick cum all over the chair and that offending, now broken headset on the chair in front of me. My knees wobbled and I swear I went blind in one eye. My Sir was literally the only thing keeping me upright. My sensitive channel could feel every throbbing pulse of his release. The stimulation was almost too much for my over sensitized hole.

I don’t know how he managed it, but Mike swiveled us around in one powerful move until he planted his ass in the chair next to the ruined one. I was now sitting in a limp, tangled heap on his lap as we panted for much needed air. After a few minutes, his softened cock slipped from my entrance. A tired groan left my lips at the sensation of going from being filled beyond measure to being empty. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, just different. I was too blissed out to really muster the energy to care. The man had the constitution of an ox. He lifted me up into his arms like I wasn’t a sturdily built man myself. He carried me across his office and into another adjacent room. His en-suite office bathroom.

There, my Dom gently eased me under the warm spray of dual showerheads, he meticulously washed my body, seated me on the tiled in shower seat, before washing his powerful body. That in itself was the most erotic sight I’ve ever encountered. If my dick had any life left in it, I’m sure it would have given the man a standing ovation. My blissed-out brain had barely registered anything after I was dried, dressed, and poured into the backseat of Mike’s car. I’m sure Jarrod’s amused glare would have caused me to flip him off, but I’d barely recalled being escorted out of Mike’s office, much less making it to the car in the first place. I was in my happy place, and I damn sure wasn’t going to let anything or anyone pull me from it any time soon.