“Wow, this is some place, Brooke,” Sam said, not waiting for Travis to open the car door but doing it himself.
I waited as Travis held out a hand to help me, and the bags, from of the car. I fished for my key and opened the front door as Travis left to collect Scott.
“A key holder already,” Sam whispered. “You are so in here, girl.”
I’d showed him the downstairs first, leaving the bags in the bedroom. His eyes grew wider and wider with each room. We made our way upstairs and I introduced Sam to Evelyn who was busy in the kitchen. She warmed to him straight away and I was glad, with Robert and Travis such blokes, I needed someone on my side. They chatted as Evelyn poured wine. Sam was an easy guy to get on with once you got behind the fake drag queen in him. The campiness was an act he used to cover his shyness. He felt that if people were going to comment on his life choices then give them something to really talk about.
We took our wine and I showed him around the upstairs ignoring the office; that was not a room I had been in. We walked from room to room until we heard a car arrive. Sam bounded down the stairs, already taking over the place, to welcome Scott. Grabbing his hand, Sam showed him around.
“Thanks, Travis,” I said. “How’s Robert getting home?” I asked.
“Mark will bring him.”
I remembered the other guy in Travis’ office, the guy with the crew cut. I went back into the house, wincing at the squeals of delight from Sam as he showed Scott my new shoes and clutch. It was going to be a difficult night; I doubted Robert had any idea what he’d got himself into.
Evelyn laid the table in the dining room for the four of us. I wanted to help, but she waved me away. She had prepared a three-course meal, a pasta dish to start, lamb cutlets, and then a tiramisu for dessert. She set three wine glasses per setting, a white to start, a red to follow, and then a dessert wine. Robert was going all out and I wanted him to hurry home so I could hug him.
As the sun set, I saw the headlights of a car draw close to the house and barefoot, I rushed downstairs. I flung open the door and flew into Robert’s arms.
He laughed, stumbling a little, “Whoa, what’s this for?” he said, extracting me.
“Oh, just a thank you for today, a wonderful outfit and for inviting my friends,” I said.
“Let me shower and change, I’ll be right up,” he said.
Fifteen minutes later he appeared. He was barefoot with his jeans hanging on his hips and wearing a white shirt. His hair was still wet from his shower. I saw Sam and Scott exchange looks.
Yes, he is as impressive as this house and he’s all mine, I thought.
He strode across the lounge and held his hand out to Scott.
“Thank you for coming, Scott,” he said.
“Thank you for inviting us, Mr. Stone,” he replied.
“Robert, call me Robert,” he said.
He’d looked at Sam and nodded, there was no need for any introductions there.
I handed him a glass of wine and Sam said, “This is a great house.”
“Thanks, Sam. I had it built about five years ago now,” he replied.
I’d already spoken to Sam in the car on the journey and told him how private Robert was, and to not ask too many questions. I’d also told him that he had to remember Robert did not invite work colleagues to his home. Sam was invited because he was my friend and to, please, not go back to work and tell everyone. I didn’t think it would do Sam any favours, and I knew Robert wouldn’t like it, if Sam went into work the following morning regaling everyone with stories of his evening here.
The meal was lovely and as the evening wore on, I relaxed. Robert was the perfect host and as much as I knew he and Sam would not be best friends, I was pleased to see that he got on with Scott so well.
They’d talked business, the museum, and the economy. I was so proud of Robert for being civil, bearing his take on gay men. The evening flew by and was thoroughly enjoyable but soon it was time for the guys to leave. Walking them downstairs, I hugged them both to me. Mark was outside with the Range Rover that he’d brought Robert home in.
“Well, if that one’s Pit Bull, this one has to be Rottweiler,” Sam said a little too loudly.
Covering my mouth with one hand, I pushed him into the car, “Go, before one of them bites you,” I said laughing.
I stood at the door, watching the lights disappear down the drive and knowing Robert was immediately behind me.
“Thank you, I really appreciated that,” I said.
“Scott’s not so bad, Sam will take a bit of getting used to,” he said. He wrapped his arms around me and rested his head on my shoulder. “I’ve missed you today,” he whispered.
I smiled, good boy, I thought. He had told me how he’d felt. I could tick that one off the list. I turned to him, wrapped my arms around his neck, and walked him backwards to the bedroom.
I made him sit in his favourite chair while I undressed and moved to the bedside table where. I opened the drawer and took out the solid silver vibrator. I held it in front of my mouth, my tongue rolled over the tip, warming it. I let it travel over my breasts, rolling it around each nipple. I could see him smile and his eyes darken. Oh, I could read him so well. The darker the eyes became, the more aroused he was, until his eyes were black. I watched the change in his face as I let the vibrator slide down my stomach and in between my legs. I knelt in front of him leaning back on my heels so he had a good view, my head was thrown back, and my hair touched the floor behind me.
I’d heard his breathing change as I inserted it inside me, moving slowly in and out. The tingle I felt sent shivers through my stomach and I moaned. I heard him move as he got up from the chair.
“No you don’t, Robert. Stay exactly where you are,” I said, looking up at him as he towered over me.
He smiled and sat back down. “Don’t think you’re in charge here, Brooke,” he said, his voice was raspy.
I had no doubts about who was in charge. I was doing things to myself I’d never done before, with things I’d never used. Only he had made me do that. Whether he used words or not, it was him, my puppet master, my dark eyed pile of trouble. I wanted to please him, to do things to him, and to myself, I knew he liked, and I wanted to explore the darker side I had just discovered existed, of myself as well.
An orgasm ripped through me and I cried out, biting down on my lower lip. I raised the vibrator to my mouth and with my eyes focused on his, my tongue travelled over it, licking my juices from the warm metal. I was beginning to like the taste of me and I sucked it, greedy for more.
He’d sprung from his chair pulling the vibrator from my mouth and replaced it with his tongue. He lifted me off the floor, I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he walked me backwards, slamming me into the wall. He unzipped his jeans, he wore nothing underneath and as he pushed into me, my head flew back hitting the wall. I think it startled him a little as he stopped, trying to slow his breathing.
“Don’t stop,” I whimpered into his neck. “Please,” I begged.
He slammed into me again so deep, and he forced his tongue into my mouth. He bit my lip, my neck, and my shoulder hard, and I loved it.
“Harder,” I whispered and I cried out.
My muscles clenched around him as another orgasm flooded my senses. He fucked me until I was sore, until my legs ached and my back was raw from the wall. He cried out my name as his body shuddered while he came. Still holding me against the wall, he leaned his forehead against mine trying to get his breathing under control. I silently thanked the strength of him for being able to hold me up. My body had given out a while back. Slowly we sank to the floor and sat on our knees forehead to forehead as he tried to regain control. His hands fisted in my hair and he closed his eyes.
“Did I hurt you?” he whispered and I knew he was thinking of that night in the kitchen.
His hand touched the grazes on my back.
“Sometimes I want you to make love to me and sometimes I want you to fuck me,�
� I smiled.
“Tomorrow, when my shirt rubs against my back, it will remind me of you and how passionate you are,” I said as I kissed him gently.
“Can I tell you a secret?” I added.
He looked at me. “I’ve never had an orgasm before, I’ve never used a vibrator before, I have never done some of the things I want to do with you, for you,” I said.
He threw back his head and laughed, “Well you’re sure making up for it now.”
He rose and held out his hand to me, I stood wincing a little and he picked me up and carried me to the bed. He placed me gently under the covers. He undressed and climbed in beside me, he pulled me into his arms. His fingers gently stroked the grazes on my back.
“Can I tell you a secret, Brooke?” he said.
“I’ve never felt the way I do when I fuck you. It’s like I feel it inside, it’s not just an act, a release.”
I smiled, another triumph, another step towards normal for him.
At some point in the night I must have rolled over onto my stomach and I’d felt his fingers on my back, smoothing a lotion over the grazes, I sighed and continued back into sleep. When I woke I was still on my front. His arm was across my waist, and his head was resting on my shoulders. It was not often that I woke before him; he had some kind of internal alarm clock that had him awake at six every weekday. With shock I looked at my watch. I didn’t want him, or me, to be late for work. I felt him stir beside me.
“Robert,” I said gently. “It’s seven o’clock.”
His eyes opened. “So what, let’s be late,” and he closed his eyes again, pulling me towards him.
I laughed, “Come on, baby. It’s all right for you, you’re the boss, but I don’t have that luxury.”
“Quit then, come and work with me,” he said, fully opening his eyes. “I’m serious, come and work with me.”
“No,” I said. “I like my job, I have clients relying on me.”
I slapped his chest and climbed out of bed. “Anyway, surely there’s a law that says I can’t just work here.”
“Not if you...” he stopped.
“Not if I what?” I asked as I walked to the bathroom.
“Nothing, forget it,” he said as he followed me.
He wrapped is arm around my waist and dipped his head for a kiss.
“Come on, Travis will be bashing down the door in a minute.”
We showered and dressed in record time and true enough at half past seven there was a knock on the bedroom door. Robert opened it.
“It’s okay, she hasn’t killed me, although after last night…” he said and I flushed crimson at his comment. I threw a shoe at his retreating back.
I’d had a good day at work and at lunchtime, I sent a text to Robert.
“I need some workout clothes for tonight, Ted is bringing the kids over, is there a sports shop nearby?”
He replied, “Your clothes are clean and in your locker, code is 1010.”
My birthday, I thought.
“1010, that’s thoughtful, I can’t forget that, but how will I know which one is my locker?” I replied.
“It has your name on it, next to mine. Private changing room, see you there.”
Oh, of course he would have a private changing room, probably not the best thing to be standing naked next to his employees.
I’d worked throughout the day, eating lunch with Gabby at my desk. She was a lovely girl, someone I could be friends with. Sam liked her, and with that seal of approval I asked if she wanted to have a girly night out. Well, girly in the sense that Sam would be with us too. She seemed to be the only one who wanted to make friends with me. Although everyone was polite, they’d kept their distance.
We arranged to go out for a drink the following evening and I was looking forward to it. If I were to be there for a while, it would be good to have some of my own friends. At five that evening I shut down my computer and headed down to the gym. I saw a door I hadn’t taken any notice of before with a plaque, the word ‘private’ was engraved on it.
I saw Robert and Travis’ clothes strewn over a bench in the center of the room. I hadn’t thought about Travis being in there too. I collected their clothes, folded them, and went to my locker, I keyed in 1010 on the pad, and it opened. Inside, I found my workout clothes and my trainers. In addition, I saw gloves; tape to wrap my feet, and a head and chest guard.
I’d changed into a cropped top and Lycra shorts, and taped my feet and hands as I had been taught. When I walked into the gym I saw Robert and Travis. They were sparring, and Ted was with the kids. I heard Ted explain what was going on. He was getting the kids to work out with the bag and speedball and I watched as he coached them, disciplined them. From the corner of my eye I caught a movement and I turned to see Kerry. She smiled a small smile, shyly, but at least a smile. I walked towards her pleased that she had come, that she would give me a chance.
“Hi,” I said, “I’m pleased you’re here.”
She shrugged her shoulders, “Got nothing better to do.”
Her stick thin arms and legs protruded from a T-shirt and shorts too large.
“Why have you got bandages on?” she asked as she looked at my feet.
“It’s so she can’t hurt them,” I heard.
I turned and was met by an Asian guy I hadn’t seen before. He held out his hand, “Joseph, I’m your trainer,” he said.
“Hi, Joseph. I’m Brooke and this is Kerry.”
I’d felt her shrink back a little and I took hold of her hand, and gave it a gentle squeeze.
“It’s okay, honey,” I said. “Joseph is going to train us both. You do want to learn don’t you?”
She nodded and we walked to an area with a padded floor, next to the ring.
Joseph was great with Kerry, not that she spoke much to him, but he taught her how to stand, to throw a punch and block with her arms while I warmed up. Half an hour later I was ready and we climbed into the ring, the boys moved to the corners. I donned my head and chest guard.
Kerry and the kids stood at the side waiting to see what would happen as Joseph climbed under the ropes. We stood facing each other bouncing on the balls of our feet, each waiting for the other to make the first move. I’d told Joseph the level of training I had received when we spoke on the phone, and I wanted a proper workout, no holding back. I was a little worried about Robert; I doubted he would understand how physical it could get.
I jabbed a little, seeing how quick Joseph responded, learning which way he would go as we moved around the ring. All the time he was coaching me, he would throw a punch, a kick and if it connected, he would reprimand me, telling me where I was going wrong. I was so focused and enjoying the session, I completely forgot about everyone around me. It was a great workout. I hit target a few times, kicked, and made good contact with Joseph’s chest, and the side of his knees. I’d caused him to stumble a couple of times. However, in the end he outclassed me, one kick to the back of my legs sent me sprawling across the ring.
Robert jumped out of the corner and grabbed me by the arms.
“Baby, are you okay? Did he hurt you?” he growled.
I laughed and allowed him to help me up.
“Not with this padding,” I said removing my head and chest guards.
I allowed Robert to untie my gloves and pull them off.
“Joseph, that was great, thanks, I really enjoyed it. Can we make this a weekly session?” I asked.
“Well, as long as your boyfriend doesn’t mind,” he said smiling and looking at Robert.
“She’s a good fighter, you don’t have to worry about her getting hurt,” he added.
“Yeah, well, I do worry,” Robert said as he helped me out of the ring.
Kerry came to me first, a proper smile on her face this time, “That was great.”
“Good and did you enjoy your session?” I asked.
“If you carry on it won’t be long before you’re in the ring as well.”
“Do you think I can do
that?” she asked.
“There’s only one way to find out, come here each week with me,” I replied.
“But I don’t live at the home, I shouldn’t be here anyway.”
“You could live at the home if you wanted to, but we don’t care, do we Joseph? Ted will bring you with the boys.”
Ted rounded the kids up ready to take them back and I smiled at Kerry as she left with them. Turning to Joseph, I explained. I told him about the home and the kids, and that Kerry wouldn’t move in but we wanted some way to connect with her and I thought training with her would be a start. He was more than happy to help and we agreed on a time for the next week.
“How much do I owe you, Joseph?” I asked.
“Already taken care of,” he replied, smiling at Robert.
I thanked him and headed for the changing rooms, Robert and Travis followed. At the door, I stopped and turned.
“Rules, boys. I get to shower and change first. I see that this is a communal changing room and as much as I love you both, I’ve no desire to see you naked, well, not you Travis anyway.”
I left them standing outside and I walked in, smiling as I heard Travis say, “Fucking bossy isn’t she?”
I’d called when it was safe to come in and watched as Robert stripped naked. Travis took his toiletries and undressed in the shower room itself.
“If she’s going to come here the same time as us, we need to make some modifications Rob. Partition a bit off or something, my clothes are fucking soaked,” I heard him call out.
Winking at Robert as I walked past, my fingers trailed over his stomach and I left them to it. Just outside the gym was a seating area with a drink machine and that was where I waited, flicking through a magazine. Ten minutes later a laughing Robert and a grumbling Travis walked out, the front of his trousers wet.
I giggled, “Sorry, Travis. I can always go back to the other changing room.”
“No you won’t, I don’t want anyone seeing you naked,” Robert said. “I’ll get maintenance to do something.”
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