by Mimi Tulane
“Yes of course, ma’am, please do come in, I will show you to the Mistress’s sitting room.” That was all he could get out. The lovely woman gave him a smile that could melt glaciers then glided past him obviously familiar with the home’s layout.
“Oh I know where she sits, Ahmad, but I will follow you all the same. Nice harem outfit by the way. I’ll have to ask Jocie where to purchase one.”
Ahmad felt as if her eyes were roaming over his body. And was the little minx actually teasing him by that comment? The Aladdin-style clothing his Mistress had asked him to don consisted of male harem pants, his upper torso oiled and bare, custom gold arm cuffs she had ordered specifically to fit him, and his training collar. He was mortified that the getup even came with a fez, waist sash, and pointy boots! His Mistress was determined to help him get over his feelings concerning some of the fetish attire she enjoyed seeing him wear and more and more he felt his days were numbered on him having to traipse about in public dressed—he prayed—not as hideously as this!
He was relieved when they finally entered her sitting room. He was certain the little vixen trailing behind him had been staring at his ass! Jocelyn was sitting with—dare he think it—a smirk on that sexy little mouth of hers, dressed casually with several brochures and a note pad next to her, on the side table. She rose to greet Imani with a hug and for the first time he got a rare glimpse of the woman without her walls up.
“Hey, shug! You ready to finalize your bachelorette party?” He stood off to the side at parade rest while the ladies dove into chitchat. He had the canapés ready and on warming trays, the cocktails he’d wait for instruction for.
“I have to compliment your sub, Jocie, he’s so adorable!” Ahmad continued to keep his eyes focused on some invisible point in the distance despite wanting to shrivel up. He’d rather face down the cartel than to stand here while his Mistress’s best friend who by now he knew was teasing the hell out of him just for the sport of it! Even so he had to admit the slight giggles and chuckles Imani’s comments were eliciting—especially those from his Mistress—made him feel as if he somehow had played a part in bringing her joy. She was so relaxed, and seeing her like that when he dared to let his eyes linger on her profile, made him love her and want to serve her even more. For her he’d suffer this visit with her bestie.
“Hmm, I’m not sure adorable would be the word I’d choose. He’s headstrong, stubborn, and enjoys taking liberties when it suits him.” Okay, so his Mistress was now joining in making sure to point out all the qualities that made her work him over during training, but damn if he could stop it now. He didn’t know if he did act out at times just to receive her discipline or not but either way one touch from her, one look, even if it was to correct him, kept his cock hard and his heart beating fiercely within his chest.
“Well you have to admit he does have a nice ass. Those pants can’t hide that.”
Damn it I knew she was checking out my ass!
“Yeah, you got a point there, shug. Ahmad has the finest ass I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
Don’t get hard, man. Tell your dick to behave.
There was no measuring the amount of relief he felt when his Mistress requested he run out to the kitchen and grab the canapés. “Mistress, may I also offer you and Miss Stuart libations?” “Yes, Ahmad, I have a recipe for white wine spritzer—it’s one of Imani’s favorites—on the counter. I’ll have a glass of sherry.” With a slight bow in her direction he beat feet to the kitchen to prepare the drinks and serve them their canapés. He really hoped their meeting was brief. The idea of his Mistress and her lovely bestie making sport of him throughout the evening was going to end up with him embarrassing himself. His cock was already rising from just one compliment from Jocelyn. What would happen if she decided to have her way with him while she entertained? He banished that thought immediately. His cock was throbbing, not the response he wanted from his wayward body!
* * * *
The moment Ahmad left them to do as she bade she whispered to Imani, “Well, what do you think?” She had no reason to be nervous or needed anyone’s approval over her choice of sub, or man, but she wanted her best friend’s honest opinion now that she’d had a chance to meet Ahmad.
“Jocie, he adores you. I can tell by the way he looks at you when he thinks you aren’t aware. Could you have found a more handsome guy, oh my God, girl, he’s delish! But most of all I’m so happy you have found someone that loves you for you and wants to be with you, unconditionally.”
“Thank you, shug, he’s worked his way past my barriers. I wanted to deny that I even had feelings for him, but well…” Jocelyn had swallowed the lump that formed in her throat and Imani reached over to take her hand squeezing it lightly.
“You don’t have to tell me. I have so much to be thankful for myself.” The women shared a quiet moment reflecting on their new found fortune at love before Imani made another observation.
“Ahmad is so poised like he’s a professional, not a submissive in training. I think I would have been terrified if Mac had brought home a guest during our training,” said Imani.
“He can handle it, shug. Trust me.” She responded softly just as Ahmad returned to offer them their drinks then serve them the canapés. Jocelyn didn’t bother to say what she knew for a fact about her cousin concerning the love of his life. Mac wasn’t going to put Imani on display for anyone but him. She’d never have to worry about that.
All in all, Jocelyn thought Ahmad got through the night fairly well.
* * * *
The first two weeks of their trial training period proved a lesson in growth for them both. She understood that while Ahmad had submitted to her in all things, he still had his own business to handle, which required them to suspend their private play at times in order for him to take care of things. A particular day had come when he received a call from his office, alerting him to a situation with a client that needed his prompt attention. He’d asked her to come along with him. It was the first glimpse of his life she’d gotten outside of their private time at her home.
He had set up a base of operations in downtown St. Louis. It was one of three stateside branches he operated from as well as one in Canada. She was very impressed with the efficiency in which his firm operated. So much so, she had already accepted one of his preferred men as her own bodyguard and added two more from his firm on as staff. Not that she thought Ahmad was going to let her off the hook where his demand for added security was concern. He’d made sure to include it in their personal contract!
When he excused himself to meet with his client, she took that time to look around his reception area. She found the modern furnishings and clean lines of his office space a good representation of the man himself. Uncluttered, unpretentious, and highly efficient—the very same could be said of Ahmad. What she didn’t see was a receptionist or secretary. Ahmad was a hands-on guy and preferred to handle as much of his own administrative work as possible. As it was, his client was escorted to his office by a female security officer who nodded to her in passing after she had walked the woman to his desk. His client was a wealthy woman wanting an escort out of the country. However, she was insisting on another security person having worked herself up over a change Ahmad had made—rather loudly—and was threatening to cancel her contract with his firm. “Ms. Kaufman, I am sorry that I am unavailable to escort you myself.” Jocelyn didn’t have to eaves drop. He’d left his office door open and Ms. Kaufman wasn’t exactly speaking with her “inside” voice, and was blatantly pouting to boot!
“I’ve always been able to request you before. Surely your other business could wait?”
Not to make her listening in too obvious, Jocelyn stood and admired a mural painting that hung on a nearby wall. To her own surprise she found that the green-eyed monster could rise even within her. Ms. Kaufman was beginning to irritate her with all her whining. Jocelyn maintained a feigned interest in the décor and refrained from storming into his office and shaking the littl
e twit for her obvious tantrum, but continued to listen in on the conversation.
“Ms. Kaufman, that I am afraid is not negotiable. My ‘other business’ has waited long enough. However, I believe we can reach a very nice compromise. Will you excuse me while I make a quick call?”
At home Ahmad was the epitome of a highly intuitive submissive that could anticipate the needs of his Mistress in a seemingly effortless manor. In his own domain she found he was even more so in tune with the needs of his clients. Ahmad’s smooth demeanor, good looks, and sexy smile she found could be effective weapons in his arsenal. Even she wasn’t impervious to his charms and saw clearly he had no qualms using them to his advantage if the occasion called for it. A brief meeting with his client and one phone call later, he was introducing the woman to her replacement and she seemed rather pleased, dropping all talk of leaving for another firm.
Ahmad must have known the woman was hoping that he would be her escort and not the female she’d seen earlier. She assumed Ms. Kaufman thought by throwing a tantrum she’d be able to secure him for her trip. Ahmad, a man of his word, had cleared his calendar and assigned the woman another security person, one she was refusing without much of an explanation. His intuition proved accurate. He had sent for a man he introduced to Ms. Kaufman as Kent, who was of similar build and coloring as he was and good naturedly waived a portion of the normal fee for her “inconvenience.” Jocelyn kept her smirk hidden as the woman left fawning over the replacement guard who kept his own expression neutral.
He motioned for her to come inside his office and closed the door behind him, taking liberty, no surprise there, while they had a private moment. Pulling her inside his embrace she shook her head smiling.
“Really, Ahmad? You pimp out your staff?” His deep laugh made her melt. That was the endearing side of the man that was slowly taking up residence inside her heart. “I’m serious! I saw that! She had her teeth chomping at the bit. You sure your guy is trained to handle that?”
He chuckled. “Oh he has all the right qualifications. But there was no way I was leaving the country, not now.” He nuzzled her neck then proceeded to make her melt in other ways happily accepting her promise to give him a good flogging for initiating sex in his office. Not that she’d refuse.
“Well, Mistress Lady J, we’re in my domain now, why don’t I show you one of my own fantasies? Have you ever made love in the “boss’s” office, on the top floor of a high rise with mostly glass walls? Anyone could possibly pass by.” Jocelyn felt her pussy growing slick with her juices. The idea of what he was proposing had merit and was so unbelievably hot she couldn’t resist.
“Oh so now you’re the boss? Well then, Mr. Dupree, I’d be more than happy to be at your disposal.” Her breath quickened when he extended his arm toward a door in his office. She was shocked to find on the other side of it was a bedroom. “I’ve been known to work late, and shuttling back and forth from a hotel suite to here…I just found it necessary to make other accommodations while my home is being built.” Jocelyn walked inside deliberately stripping as she went. The large bedroom had wall-to-wall glass, definitively masculine décor, and a huge bed that sat dead center. No curtains that she could tell of, and it was broad daylight. The views were amazing of the downtown St. Louis skyline, and if the office workers in the high rise across from them were the type to gaze out of their windows…well today would be their lucky day.
Ahmad had walked up behind her, still in his suit, and unclasped her bra, reaching to cup her breast in his large palms after it slipped from her shoulders. “Mmm, I love the way you think, Mr. Dupree.” His lips trailed hot kisses down the column of her neck while he continued to palm her breast, plucking her nipples into stiffened peaks.
“You have no idea what is going through my mind right now, Jocelyn.”
The sound of her name on his lips when he was hungry for her had her swaying her hips, grinding her ass against his bulge. It was understood that when he was at work, he’d call her by her name. But to one in the lifestyle they’d not mistake the cufflinks or tie pin he wore—both had engraved in them the emblem that all identified with their mantra of “Safe, Sane, and Consensual,” the BDSM insignia apparent. That had been all Ahmad’s doing. She’d been pleasantly surprised when he showed them to her.
“You keep moving that ass like that against me and I may pop my cork.” His threat wasn’t one she’d ever take seriously. Ahmad definitely had “staying power.” The nights they’d had in just free play and love making were nothing short of phenomenal.
“So what would you have me do, Mr. Dupree, you’re the boss today?” She reached between them and unzipped her skirt and let it fall at her feet, stepping out of it and kicking it to the side. She was wearing sheer, seamed black stockings, a lacey black garter and stilettos. Panties, she had decided to skip. His preference of going commando was having a similar effect upon her.
“Damn, woman, you know how to make a brother want it, bad.” She was facing the wall-to-floor glass and as they kissed and petted he walked her over to them close enough to press her and trap her between his warm hard body and the cool hard glass.
“How bad do you want it, baby? Bad enough to take me right here, right now, where anyone who’s inclined to see may see?” Oh yes, she was toying with her man. She didn’t know when she had completely decided that he was hers not just her sub but hers, but once her mind was made up it was a done deal.
“I plan to lick your pussy from behind first, then I’m going to fuck you hard up against this glass and, if we gain an audience, we’ll show them how it’s supposed to be done.” When Ahmad dropped to his knees to spread her ass cheeks and began to give her just as he promised, she hoped the damn glass was sound proof, her moans and encouraging dirty talk was the stuff of legend. She liked her sex kinky and rough and her man had no problems delivering. They went at it until the sun had gone down, fucking against the window, the mini bar, the small desk he had, upon the couch that sat in a small seating area, and finally collapsing upon his bed, both worn out and sated.
“You should have more ‘bring your Mistress to work days,’” she mumbled, tired from their lovemaking and kinky play but oh so satisfied. When his response was the light snore she had grown accustomed too she smiled, lightly tracing her fingers across his chest. “I love you, Ahmad,” she whispered, her first time uttering what her feelings were. And he was sleeping and snoring—typical male.
By the time they got home she was ready for more. However, the phone in her home office was ringing a sure sign their play would have to wait. Ahmad had answered the phone formally as most calls to her on that line were either dealing with the club or other fellow lifers she had business dealings. When he motioned for her she frowned. She wasn’t expecting any calls. Nodding her thanks she took the phone from his hands and answered. She recognized the voice on the other end. As she listened she watched Ahmad leave discreetly, to give her some privacy. He’d be changing into his customary fetish attire but the voice on the line kept her thoughts on the conversation at hand. By the time she made it to the bedroom her face was etched with worry.
Chapter 13
Ahmad did not like the vibe his Angel was throwing off. Something had caused her to become tense, worried even, judging by the frown that had settled upon her lovely face. He didn’t ask any questions waiting for her to speak. “Tonight I’d like to go over with you public protocols. As badly as I wanted our time to be free from interruptions, a matter I am going to have to handle myself has been brought to my attention. I want you to accompany me. We will be in the company of other Doms and their subs in a private meeting. I want you at my six, Ahmad. Things might get a little intense.” When Ahmad had answered the phone the person had identified himself as Councilman Heard.
Normally he had strict instructions to take messages when they were enjoying their private play but the call sounded important enough that he thought she would want to take it. He definitely didn’t like the feeling he was getti
ng and the frown upon his Angel’s face wasn’t helping the situation.
“Ask me what you will, Ahmad,” she said, which was always the way she opened the door to free discourse between them.
“Mistress, what is this meeting about, I don’t think I like the sound of it.” His jaw was beginning to tick. In the interim while she took her call, he’d changed into his leather shorts, donned his collar and set up the massage table hoping to continue with their play from earlier today. Clearly that wasn’t going to be the case here. He watched her begin to pace the room, removing her clothing. He took her garments hanging them in the appropriate places then handed her a robe and waited for her to answer him.
“I belong to a conglomerate of sorts of highly respected Dominants. We’ve formed a council if you will that offers support within the BDSM community here in St. Louis. Basically we offer resources for those encountering situations that may require mediation. The council acts as a means of checks and balances, holding each other accountable for our actions. Some members are club and business owners, and a few members are attorneys, but all are lifestylers on the same page in the belief that being a Dominant does not give you carte blanche to mistreat or mishandle any submissive. As a club owner, I have agreed to answer to this council as have others within the BDSM community. We are charged to maintain a safe, sane, and consensual environment within all of our clubs, no exceptions, or risk sanctions and serious repercussions.” When she paused and motioned for him, he stepped closer, resting his hands about her hips.
“So what has happened that needs the intervening of this council?” he asked her, already moving into protection mode.
