by Jessie Cooke
I looked at my Rolex. “He should be here any minute. How’s your dad?”
Ryan’s father is a good friend of mine. He was one of the first people who took me under his wing when I started making money…and instead of trying to manipulate me out of it, he showed me how to make wise investments. I got richer and I made sure that he did too. A lot can be said about me, but no one can ever question my loyalty. Ryan had expressed concerns to me lately about what he called his father’s “mid-life” crisis. Harold hadn’t told his son yet that he was dying. It wasn’t my place to do so.
“He’s fine, but not for lack of trying to kill himself. Last week when I talked to him he was on his way to climb Mt. Kilimanjaro. I haven’t heard back from him since. He could be dead for all I know, the crazy old bastard.”
I laughed. “It just sounds like he’s having some fun to me.”
“It sounds like he’s either got a death wish or he’s checking things off his bucket list to me,” Ryan said as the elevator dinged and we stepped off. He’s smarter than Harold gives him credit for. “He’s supposed to be back next week if he lives through this. He and I are going to have a serious talk.”
I changed the subject because I really didn’t want to get involved in their family dynamics. “You know that Jimmy hasn’t done this in a long time. He’s going to need a lot of encouragement.” When Ryan opened the door to Studio A, his eyes nearly popped out of his head.
“This is his encouragement?”
Jimmy Dale was sitting on the blood red velvet couch with his sixty-four-year-old cock deep in the throat of a twenty-five-year-old hottie with red hair and tiny tits. That’s what he ordered and believe it or not, I just so happened to have one on call.
I looked at Ryan and shrugged. “He doesn’t do drugs any longer.” Ryan rolled his eyes and shook his head at me. He’s a decent guy and although I originally hired him to please his father, he is fabulous at what he does. In terms of being as open-minded as most of my staff, Ryan was not. He did seem to be mesmerized by the old guy getting his cock sucked though. I can’t say as I could blame him. The girl’s name is Rose and her hair is fire engine red. She has tiny tits and one of the nicest asses I’ve ever seen. She was on her knees in front of Jimmy and it was pointed right at us. Maybe I can spank that ass before she leaves today. It’s been a while. We heard a loud, raspy grunt and then Jimmy held the girl’s hair tightly until he finished coming. When he was done, she wiped her mouth on her arm and stood up and looked around. When her eyes fell on me she said,
“Is there anything else, Axel?” Rose is a former employee of mine. She used to work in accounting, but she volunteered to do this for another old rocker one day and found out she liked that job a lot more. She visits my office from time to time. She loves to have her ass spanked and I love nothing more than obliging her.
“I’m going to be about an hour here. Maybe you could grab some lunch and then meet me up in my office.”
She smiled brightly and leaned in and kissed Jimmy full on the mouth. Jimmy responded by kissing her back and squeezing her ass cheeks tightly before she grabbed her clothes and left. Ryan was still giving me a kind of judgmental look. I just licked my lips and moved on. “Okay Jimmy,” I said as soon as Rose was gone. “Are you ready to do this?” He pulled himself up to his full six foot four and stretched. Almost every one of his bones looked like it was painfully stretching against the confines of his skin.
“Let’s do this,” he said.
“Um, you might want to zip up there, Jimmy,” Ryan said.
“I was just gonna leave it open for when it was your turn…” Ryan looked at me with panic in his eyes and as seriously as a doctor telling a patient that their father just died in surgery, Jimmy looked at me and said, “You promised me, Axel.”
I tried to keep a straight face but I choked on it. Jimmy and I were cracking up. Ryan rolled his eyes and said, “Whatever! Let’s get started.” I’ve never seen a man look so relieved.
Despite forty or so years of hard living and then a few subsequent years of shutting himself completely off from the world, Jimmy completely nailed it. I met Jimmy at a party when I’d only been in the business for two years. I was struggling with only two or three major clients at the time. Jimmy had just been released from his recording contract with one of the largest producers in history. We got to talking and I just had a gut feeling that he was ready to turn it all around. I offered to send him to rehab in exchange for him signing on with me. He laughed and told me he was “Jimmy Fucking Dale,” and said, “Who the hell are you?”
I said, “I’m Axel Fucking Maxwell, and if you don’t sign with me, you’re going to be sorry one day when I’m making billions and representing the biggest artists in the nation.” He laughed and told me I had huge balls and then told me to fuck off. A week later they found him overdosed in his hotel room and clinically dead. I was still in the ambulance chasing phase of my career and I was there when he woke up. I offered to sign him again and told him if he said no, I’d go away and never bother him again. He signed. The album we’re starting on today has been lauded as the most anticipated comeback album since John Lennon and Paul McCartney reunited forty-one years ago. As soon as the album comes out, Jimmy leaves for his world tour. Life is good.
When I made it up to my office, expecting Rose to be waiting for me, I found Alicia instead. I looked at my watch and raised an eyebrow. “I’m sorry,” she said, casting her eyes down at the carpet. My cock twitched. She had all the makings of a perfect sub. I wonder if I could get her to dye her hair. I put my arm around her, slid it down her back and smacked that beautiful ass.
“Mm,” came from somewhere deep in her throat. I couldn’t believe it. I’d finally stumbled onto one, a secretary that was the perfect sub. Maybe I was worried too much about hair color. “Can I ask you a question, Axel?”
“Sure baby.”
“Why do you like it…the spanking and…stuff?”
“I’ve never had a woman ask me that. They’re either into it or they’re not. I wasn’t sure I knew how to answer it. I thought about it for a few minutes and then I said, “I guess we never really know why we’re turned on by certain things. In my case, I was introduced to it young and realized I loved it. Just the thought of spanking a woman and pushing her beyond her own expectations makes me crazy. Most women can take so much more than they believe they can. When she realizes that, I think it’s sexy as hell. Now can I ask you a question?”
“Yes.”
“Did you like it?”
She nodded and then in a low voice she said, “Too much.”
“What do you mean by too much?”
“I can’t stop thinking about it and every time I think about it, I soak my panties. I feel like a freak.”
“What’s the difference in liking that and say…liking anal? Or being gay? Or being bisexual? It’s just a preference, right?”
She nodded again and said, “It wasn’t just the spanking. The idea of people looking up and seeing me naked really put me over the top.”
“Nothing wrong with that either. If there weren’t people like that in the world, we wouldn’t have any good porn.” She looked at me horrified. I was dead serious. What would the world be like without porn? Would we still be jacking off to the Sears catalog? “You want to come back to my penthouse and we can have a drink and talk about it some more?”
“Are we really going to talk about it?”
“If you want to. I’m never going to make you do anything you don’t want to do.”
“Okay,” she agreed. I had her wrap up some emails for me about Jimmy’s talk show appointments and then we shut the office down and she rode to my apartment with me in the Aston.
4
The drive to the penthouse was quiet and as soon as we got inside the apartment, she started stripping down. I would need to really work on her if I decided to keep her as a sub, but for now it did excite me that she was so anxious. I stayed completely dressed and when she
finished undressing I pointed her in the direction of my bar and told her to fix me a whiskey sour. “Of course,” she said. I watched her ass shake as she walked over, still in her heels. She still had some light pink marks across her ass from last night. It made my cock twitch. When she finished making the drink, she carried it over to me and I took it from her.
“Go stand in the middle of the room,” I told her as I drank it. She did that too and I went over and began a methodical inspection of her body. I poked and prodded every orifice with my fingers. I stuck them in her mouth and inspected her teeth and her tongue. I ran them between her breasts and underneath them. I ran them down the crack of her ass and between her legs and along the outside of her pussy…I left no nook or cranny untouched. I made her bend over and crouch down and open her legs wider and wider…she didn’t complain once. Maybe I wouldn’t have to do so much training after all.
“Come with me,” I told her. I led her down the hall and used my key to open the door to my playroom. I call it the “Red” room because of the red hue that the lights my decorator had put in that cast a red glow across the room. Her eyes opened wide when she saw it. If there was a toy invented for the games I love to play, I had it in this room. “Are you ready to play Alicia?”
She sounded like she was already out of breath as she said, “Oh yes!” Damn! Maggie was going to get a bonus for this one.
“Go stand in the center of the room where the circle is,” I told her. She did as I asked and once she was in the circle I went over and walked around her. She shuddered when I said, “I’m going to blindfold you and then I’m going to tie you up…our safe word is going to be “Max” okay? You know what a safe word is, right?”
“When I need you to stop.”
“Yes, or if you don’t want me to do something at all. Like I said, you’ll never be asked to do anything that pushes you beyond your limits…even a little bit.”
She nodded and breathed out an, “Okay.” Her chest was already heaving. She was already excited. Her nipples were hard and huge and my mouth was watering. I let her stand there while I got undressed, taking my time. Then I went over to a shelf on the wall and picked out a blindfold and a pair of cuffs. When I went back over to her I asked her once more if she was ready. She nodded enthusiastically. I slipped the blindfold on her and then told her to raise her hands above her head. I cuffed them together and then tethered them to a hook in the ceiling. Then I attached the clamps to her nipples. She sucked in a hard breath when I did that, but she didn’t make any other sound. I attached a chain to each clamp that put downward pressure on them. She squeaked when I did that, but that was it. Then I went to the wall and chose a leather whip.
When I came back over to her I began to wrap the whip around her body and then I slid it along her like a snake…caressing her and making her shiver. She moaned when I ran it up between her legs and she stepped further apart, opening up for me. “Are you ready, Alicia?” I asked her.
“I’m ready,” she said, breathlessly.
I lifted the whip and gave her a whack across her butt. Unless I’m with a hardcore Sub who has been doing this for years, I stray from anything other than the plump ass and thighs. She shivered and moaned. I did it several more times as she whimpered and as the red welts began to form across her butt and upper thighs I asked her, “Have you had enough, Alicia?”
“No, I’d like more…please.” I had to admire her tenacity for her first time. I smacked her again. That time she cried out and said, “More please! Harder!” I gave her another whack. Her body was shaking like she was having seizures. I gave her another and then another. She was thoroughly enjoying the feel of each sting of the whip and my cock was hardening with each one. Finally, knowing myself that she’d had enough for one night, even if she didn’t, I went over and untethered her. I left the cuffs in place and led her still blindfolded to a bean bag bed on the floor. I lay her down on that and knelt next to her. Then I slid my hand up her thigh…and stopped right before I got to her pussy. She squirmed and I slid it up the other side…and stopped again. That time she whimpered. Then I took the leather belt lying next to the bed, pressed her legs together and wrapped the belt around them and secured it. She almost cried then.
I reached up and took the clamps off her nipples. She let out a long sigh with each one. Then I reached up and tweaked first one and then the other. She made a panting noise when I did that. I leaned in and sucked one into my mouth and bit down on it. She breathed out, “Oh yes!” I bit down on the other and she whimpered again and said, “Oh Axel!”
I ran my tongue around and around them while she squirmed. “Your nipples are so hard,” I told her as I kept sucking and nibbling them, alternating back and forth. She was tugging on her binds; she wanted to touch me…or herself. Her whimpering was getting louder and we were both getting more turned on. She was wiggling, trying to get her legs apart. Her clit had to feel like it was going to explode. I continued my torture, licking and sucking my way down from her breasts to her belly. Then I reached up and slid a finger into her mouth. She sucked it in greedily. I let her suck on that for a bit and then I got up and knelt next to her head. I pushed my cock against her cheek and she turned her head and sucked it right in. Her mouth was so warm and wet and she was sucking hard and fast. It felt fucking awesome.
“Mm…you’re such a good girl. That’s it Alicia…ah...that’s so good!” I had to stop her because I was about to blow a huge load into her mouth. I pulled out and she was like a snapping turtle for a few seconds. Her head was coming up and her mouth opening blindly, looking for it. She was rubbing her legs together with what little motion she could manage. I reached my hand down and barely touched the outside of her pussy. She screamed and began to beg for more.
“Oh Axel, touch me…please…. touch me….”
I dipped one finger in and then I brought it up and rubbed it on her nipples. She moaned low and deep as I bent in to suck her juices off her. I did that for a while until I thought she was really on the verge of losing her mind. Then I reached down and unhooked the belt. As soon as I did, she pulled her legs open wide and I dived in. I used my hand to spread her lips and I started flicking her engorged clit with my tongue. She was groaning and panting and her back was arching up as high as she could get it. It didn’t take her long to have an explosive orgasm. She screamed and begged me to stop licking her. She was so sensitive she wanted me to stop, but she never said the safe word, so I kept going. I reached up and pulled on a nipple as I licked and sucked on her pussy. It took less than another minute for her to scream out once more in ecstasy. That time when she finished coming, I stopped. I needed my relief now.
I flipped her over on her belly, un-cuffed her and said, “Get on your knees.” She did and I slid right into her, easily, because she was so wet. She sunk down into the bean bag bed putting her into a position where every time I slid in and out I must have been hitting her G-spot because she was screaming each time.
“Oh yes! Oh my God! Axel!” I was in the zone, pounding her so hard that I had to hold onto her hips to keep her from flying across the room. I pulled her up against my chest and slid my hand from one of her hard nipples down to her clit where I proceeded to rub like crazy in wild circles. She bounced up and down as I continued to ram my cock up into her. Once again, I felt her body convulse and this time I went with her. It was the best orgasm I’d had in a very long time. Maybe I found her…maybe Alicia was the sub that I’ve been looking for.
5
Alicia and I got together three times the following week. She was really getting into it and she wanted to try out everything in the red room. I created a monster, but I loved it. She’d even agreed to die her hair although I still wasn’t absolutely convinced she’d satisfy my Ana fantasies…it was worth a shot. Work was business as usual, and busier than usual. The week she was supposed to have her hair dyed, I ended up having to leave for Europe. One of the bands I represent got themselves arrested for having a brawl in an Irish pub. The pr
ess was going crazy with it and I had to fly over there and see what I could do to smooth it over. When I told Alicia the first thing she said was,
“Can I come with you?”
“No, I need you here taking care of things, Alicia. The office would fall apart if we both went.” The truth was the office would fall apart if she went. I knew where in the world each person I represented was and what they were doing. I knew how many CD’s each one of them had sold. I knew who was on tour and who was on the talk show circuit. I knew the name, address and last year’s income of every business I owned or invested in. But ask me who I have a meeting with this week, I wouldn’t be able to tell you. Hell, I don’t even remember to pick up my dry cleaning…I hire a woman to do that too.
I had a feeling that she was getting a little too attached. She pouted, but gave me one hell of a blow job as a send-off. I did something then that would alter the course of not only our relationship both personal and professional…but her life in general. I gave her “the talk” as I liked to call it in all my narcissistic glory. I told her that we were only having fun and that in my world there was no such thing as monogamy. Then I gave her the obligatory kiss and I left for the airport and my private jet. By the time I boarded, I’d forgotten all about the tears I’d seen on her face.
As the plane was lifting off, I called my mother. “Gabriel!” was how she answered the call. My birth name was Gabriel. I hated the man I was named after, the father who abandoned me. My step-father was my father and he adopted me when I was ten years old. At that time, I took his last name…Maxwell. I asked my mother to call me Axel then and she just laughed. When I was eighteen, I had it changed legally. She still laughs and calls me Gabe. I gave up.
“Hi Mom. How is everything?”
“Just wonderful, except I miss my boy. You never come to see me.”
