by Eileen Green
Between Brock’s snores, JC heard Skye’s breathing become shallow and even. He knew she had gone back to sleep. A peacefulness entered his soul when he was next to her, especially while she slept. He was one hundred and fifty percent sure this woman was his for the rest of his life, to share with his best friend.
JC knew he was in love with her before he had even met her, but he feared she wouldn’t take his declaration of love as gospel so soon. He would wait until the right moment, and he hoped Brock was going to be ready when he did.
Letting himself drift off, he dreamed of Skye holding a baby girl that looked like her.
***
It had been a rough night for all and Skye felt guilty for it, Brock could tell. She was too quiet this morning as she sat in one of the chairs in the game room next to a window. He was certain she wasn’t seeing what she was looking at.
He stood at the island of the kitchen watching her, waiting for the coffee to finish brewing. A twinge of pain raced down his hip, a reminder of being hit with Skye’s cast. A bruise was a visual reminder, which he covered with the jeans he wore.
Needing to head downstairs to check on some of the videos that had been filmed while he was gone, he had donned a white t-shirt and slipped into a pair of black running shoes. He would take some coffee with him along with the toast he had already heated and buttered. Expecting to be back around noon, he knew what would hold him over until then.
Sputtering from the coffee pot signaled him that the brew cycle was finished. He turned and poured the fragrant liquid into his favorite travel mug, added a bit of vanilla-flavored creamer and then placed the lid on top. Grabbing it and the toast he had placed in a plastic container, he made his way over to Skye.
“Skye,” he said not wanting to spook her if her mind had wandered. She looked up at him, a sadness lying within the depths of her eyes. Brock knelt before her. “Sweetheart, everything is all right. A few bruises here and there are nothing. It’s expected. Please don’t feel bad.”
“You saw what I did to JC! I hurt him!” Her voice was shaky and she was near hysterics as she buried her face in her hands.
Setting down his breakfast, Brock gathered Skye in his arms, holding her while she sobbed. He was at a loss to try to sooth her now, for he had seen what JC looked like this morning.
Sometime during the night, Skye had shifted in her sleep and decked the man with her cast on his face. A nice shiner was already in place when Brock woke this morning. His own bruise had happened early in the morning, but under the influence of the painkillers, he really hadn’t felt the blow.
Movement beside him brought his attention over to his best friend who knelt next to the chair Skye occupied. JC looked as sad as Skye was for she felt so bad about what had transpired. He had already tried to convince her he was all right.
A session was going to take place when he got back from his office. It was going to be the only way to bring her out of this.
Pulling back a bit, Brock used a hand to lift her chin up so he could look at her face. Her eyes met his, tears shimmering bright in the light. “Since you don’t want to believe us when we say it’s okay, you’re going to spend some time in the playroom when I get back. You need to learn that not everything is something you can control and, that you can’t beat yourself up over every little thing. Get ready for some discipline, sweetheart.”
Sparkling crystal blue eyes widened in surprise at his words before a sliver of panic took up residence there. She looked from him to JC who nodded his agreement and then back to Brock. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
Taking a deep breath, Brock almost gave in to her apology. He knew it was only because she was scared, but she needed to learn this lesson. “I know you are, little one. But, you need to learn that when we say something, we mean it. It’s for your own good now, and in the future. Now, I expect you to eat your breakfast and rest before I get back at noon. When I return, we’ll handle your discipline, all right?”
Sheepishly, she nodded as she lowered her eyes. At least she had calmed down a bit, and he didn’t envy JC having to deal with her while he was downstairs working.
He pressed a kiss to her lips and even though she was upset, she responded to him, her lips moving beneath his?
Oh, how he loved her lips. They were so soft and she always put feeling into a kiss. Right now, they tasted salty from her tears, and he could swear he tasted her sadness.
Rising, he said, “I will see you in a few hours.”
Skye grabbed his hand. “Please, don’t overdo anything.”
Her concern clinched around his heart like a gloved hand. Even though she faced discipline, she still worried about him and his injury.
“I’ll take it easy, sweetheart.” He squeezed her hand before releasing it. He picked up his breakfast and made his way down to his office.
A great amount of work was performed in his office in his apartment, but when it came to viewing and editing the recent shoots, he needed to do that in his regular office. He also needed to speak with his team to set up a playtime for Skye.
Oh, how I love my job!
Stepping off the elevator on the first floor, he looked over at the reception desk. Tripp and Missy were in their usual spots, with Missy speaking on the phone now. Both looked up at Brock as he walked through the large room and waved.
Brock continued down the hallway to his office. Even the hallway was demurely decorated, not wanting to tip off anyone who entered the building and wondered what went on in it. It needed to appear as if it were a normal office setting, running a normal business.
After unlocking the door and entering, Brock flipped on the light switch, blinking against the lights as they came on. The first thing he had noticed was the pile of mail on his desk. Most would be fan letters, women and men who wanted to become involved in the industry, and his monthly magazines. The bills and catalogs would have gone to accounts payable and the purchasing departments, respectively.
Barely sitting in his large oversized office chair, Brock heard the door open to his left. His second in charge, Mitch, walked in.
Mitch had been with Brock since the start up days and had proved his loyalty. Brock knew there had been offers for Mitch to go to other companies to help them become kings of the porn industry like Brock. The man had declined all of them.
Mitchell Adams was a few years older than Brock and had begun in the industry as a performer. With at least a thousand videos under the man’s belt, at least half of them done there at Eccentric Studios. He was a handsome man with a chiseled jaw, high cheekbones, dark green eyes, and golden blond hair that he kept a bit long. Muscles bulged under his natural tan and women swooned over him for he was the typical surfer dude in life and in the videos.
Now, Mitch was vice-president of Eccentric and appeared occasionally in some of the shoots besides directing them. He was a man that Brock didn’t think he could do without, and he never wanted to find out.
“Glad you’re back,” Mitch said as he sat in the chair across from Brock’s desk. “Heard a rumor you had been shot.”
Brock had worn a dark gray t-shirt but the sleeves were long enough to cover the bandage on his left bicep. A square patch of gauze taped to his right forearm was small enough to pass off as a cut.
Leaning back in his chair, Brock chuckled. “The rumor’s true. I was protecting a woman. My woman.”
A jet-black eyebrow cocked up with the bemusement on Mitch’s face. “What? Your woman?” Mitch burst out laughing, his hand slapping his knee. “You! The great Brock Stroker got caught?”
Admitting to himself, Brock was just as amused that he had fallen for someone after all the women he had slept with and performed with. Yes, he was certain if Skye hadn’t come along, there wouldn’t have been anyone else that had been his forever.
After a chuckle, Brock folded his hands together on his lap. “She is something special.”
“Must be if she got to you.”
“JC and I found her and we
’re going to share her.” Brock watched Mitch’s face intently. “We’re teaching her about the lifestyle and she’s an adept student.”
“So, is she the reason you were shot?” Mitch asked, finally calming a bit.
Nodding, Brock knew he could confide in his longtime friend. “Her name is Skye Daniels. She is a journalist for MVC. I met her the night JC had his comeback, a meeting that was set up by a friend of ours, which she doesn’t know about, so that is something that needs to remain quiet. Since the meeting, we made it to where she can’t ignore us, no matter how hard she tries.
“She has a couple of flaws that we need to eliminate, and I have a plan. I will need your help, along with many of the other staffers, some of our performers, and of course, our guests. We need to setup a dinner party, and she will be the centerpiece.”
“Wow! Sounds like it’s going to be an interesting dinner. I suppose I need to put together some invitations. Anyone you don’t want there?” Mitch’s amusement lay just beneath the surface. He could go from happy-go-lucky one moment, to total businessman the next.
“Round up the usual, but don’t invite any of the celebrities. JC will be there, masked of course, and with his comeback pending, he doesn’t need any bad publicity. I want something very special for Skye. After the dinner, she will either be ours without any further image issues for her, or, she’ll turn tail and run.”
Mitch watched Brock with scrutiny, and Brock felt a bit uneasy. “Is she going to know what you have planned before the party, or is this something that could cause a breakdown, for her and for us?”
That was one thing that worried Brock. Skye’s self-image issue ran very deep. He had to wonder who did such a number on her. It was going to take something rather drastic to deactivate that trait and he hoped the dinner would do it.
“All she will know is that we are going to have a party, and she will be the target of attention. I will convince her that we aren’t going to be filming, but I do want the remote cameras working so that we can use that to help her out. Whether we’ll release it as a shoot will depend on Skye in the end.”
“Any idea how you are going to incorporate Skye into the party?” Mitched asked.
A shrug of the shoulder, Brock had to admit he wasn’t sure. “I don’t know. If you have any ideas, I’d appreciate hearing them.”
“What kind of issues does she have?” Mitch was a wiz at figuring out scenarios. He also liked bigger girls.
“She carries more weight than most girls. Someone seems to have pounded that issue into her head, telling her it is wrong and that she’s not desirable. Even though JC and I tell her she is beautiful and perfect, she can’t get past that. I want something that will gain her praise.” Before Brock could finish his request, Mitch was smiling.
“Oh, my friend. I have something quite delicious for your woman.”
“There can be touching, fondling, oral, and digital penetration, but no intercourse. JC and I have that exclusive right. Understood?” Brock wanted complete understanding when it came to Skye.
“Loud and clear,” Mitch answered as he stood. “Let me put together a plan and I’ll have it on your desk by this afternoon.”
“Thank you. I really appreciate your help in this. I’ll look over your plans in the morning. Until I am fully recovered, I will only work a few hours each morning. Do you think you can continue to fill in for me until then?” Brock knew he didn’t need to ask, but he was the type of boss who wanted to make sure his employees were happy and respected.
“Sure,” Mitch responded as he made his way over to the door that connected both offices. “You know I always have your back.”
As the door closed, Brock knew the man was right. He would always have Mitch’s back also, and Brock hoped that one day he would find a woman that made him as happy as Skye did him and JC.
Chapter Nineteen
Her entire body trembled as she leaned spread eagle on the Saint Andrew’s cross in Brock’s private play room. Not only did she have to wait all morning for this, Brock and JC had her cuffed to the cross, waiting for them for what seemed like an eternity.
Her intuition told her that they were both still in the room as she could feel their eyes on her naked body. With each passing moment, she tried to stay out of her head, but doubts surfaced, as they always did.
Were they looking at her ass? The one that was too wide and big? Were they looking at her thick thighs?
Things were different when sex was the end game. They weren’t necessarily looking at her body for their minds were on their cocks and what they would get out of it.
Now, as time passed and they had time to examine her, what were they thinking? Were they going to change their minds?
Skye had never felt alone as much as she did in that moment. Tears prickled behind her eyes which she fought to keep back while she resisted the urge to pull on the suspension cuffs that held her hands up. Her left arm was attached to the eye ring at the top of the piece of wood, while her right arm was hanging from a piece of rope attached to the cuff. Pulling on them caused them to tighten around her wrists. The quick release panic snaps had been pointed out to her and she thought about sliding the release up to gain her freedom, but she would wait. Just a little longer.
The detail in the wall she was looking at was incredible. It looked as if large river rocks had been stacked on the wall with mortar between them, giving the wall a dungeon feel. Even the texture detail that had been added would have people debating whether it was real rock or not, at least not until they got a close enough look.
A hand laid gently on her ass caused her to jump. Apparently, her two men were a lot closer than she thought they were.
Hot breath blew on the back of her neck before a tongue licked the shell of her ear. A shiver ran through her.
“Are you ready for your discipline, darlin’?” JC whispered in the same ear.
Skye swallowed hard before whispering back. “Yes, sir.”
A hand on her right shoulder told her that Brock was on that side of her. “Do you remember what you are being disciplined for, little one?”
His breath was just as hot on her ear as he spoke, and now her pussy throbbed. Confusion abounded as she wondered why she was so turned on by what was transpiring in her body. Desire bubbled within her as her libido spiked.
How could the thought of being disciplined cause her pussy to become moist and her nipples harden? It didn’t make sense, but here she was.
What was the question? Oh, yes. “I didn’t believe you when you said my hitting you while I slept wasn’t a problem. I am really sorry.”
“We know you are, baby girl.” JC’s mouth was still near her ear. “These things happen. When I broke my arm when I was a kid, I kept hitting myself while I was a sleep.”
Skye found a bit of humor in his statement and held back her giggles. She concentrated on the two warm hands on her backside and reveled in how it felt. How long would she be able to enjoy their touch? How long were they really going to stick around?
Slap! Slap!
Her butt burned where one of them just spanked her. Or, was it both? Her body jerked forward with the impact, pressing her breasts against the now warm wood. When she had first stepped up to the cross, the wood was cold.
“You need to stop overthinking things, Skye. I know what you’re thinking about, and we’ve already told you we aren’t going to let you go.”
Damn! How does he do that? One day she would need to ask him.
“Yes, sir,” she murmured.
“Now, we’re going to get your discipline out of the way, and then, we’re going to have a nice relaxing afternoon.” JC was still close to her ear, his words making her shiver with anticipation and dread.
Both men kissed the sides of her neck and then their warmth was gone. A multi-slapping sound reached her ears a few moments later and she had to restrain herself from trying to look back to see what they had.
“You will receive ten lashes, Skye, and you will
count out each one of them.” Brock’s voice was strong and steady. “Understood?”
Wishing hers was strong, she knew she failed as her voice quivered. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” Brock’s praise broke through the wall of pride she had built up.
Did she really deserve to be punished? They had assured her that it was an accident. She was asleep when it happened. She was blameless.
Skye would give them this battle. There were still doubts that lingered in her mind about their relationship, but she knew she needed to let this one go.
A whoosh sounded in the air a split second before many thin strands of what felt like leather struck her upper back and shoulders. The stinging was bad, but not as bad as she thought it was going to be. Brock’s voice sounded in her head. “You will count out each one of them.”
“One, sir.”
“Very good,” Brock murmured as he stepped into the space between the cross and the wall. He raised his hand up and caressed her cheek with his hand, which she pressed her head into.
Tingles of pain remained in her back as the next strike came down on her. Trying hard to avoid jumping, she tightened her hold on the cuffs…well, at least with her left hand.
“Two, sir.”
Brock smiled.
After the fifth blow, heat blossomed on her back and traveled down to her pussy. Brock wavered in her vision as tears streamed down her face. Her arousal was already high when they had cuffed her to the cross, and now that the flogging had spiked it even further, she had an ache in her cunt that felt as if she was going to explode.
The next five strikes moved down to her ass, heating her there also. The butt plug lodged within her shifted with each blow rubbing against that spot in her pussy. She needed relief and soon.
Skye froze at the thought. She had to wonder, if this was a discipline, did this mean she wasn’t going to get any relief from her need? Would they be that cruel to her?
Two hands cradling her face had her attention back on Brock. He was wiping away her tears with his thumbs as two hands released her casted arm from the leather cuff.
