by Sebastian Ex
My eyes close on their own accord as I get lost in the feeling of Ella’s sensuous mouth. But, this isn’t about me, it’s about the stunning sub who’s sucking me off right now, regaining her confidence, and reinforcing her trust in me.
“How about we meet up after the gym in the morning, have coffee and go over the figures?” I ask Brandon, just barely holding onto the slim thread of control I have.
“Sure thing.” He stands and walks to the door. Brandon’s a good guy. He knows when I ask for a favor, it’s something important. “Ten? Wanna come to mine?”
“Sounds good,” I say through a strangled moan.
An elated sound rips through Ella. She’s desperate to make me come with her enthusiastic licking and sucking of my cock. Her fingers cling to my thighs, and her tits are pushing into my legs. She’s lapping feverishly and I can tell she’s let go of the demons from her past.
I don’t hear Brandon leave, just the door being closed.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth now, little kitten,” I say, giving her warning it’s about to get really rough. “Stop.” I pull away from her mouth and she pouts. She fucking pouts, which tells me she was loving it. I roll the chair back and stand, and motion for her with my finger to come to me. “Crawl.” On her hands and knees, she does.
“Yes, Sir,” she says when she reaches me.
I tap on her chin, prompting her to open her mouth and slide my already glistening cock inside when she does. Grabbing her jaw in one hand and her cheek in the other, I begin to use her. I set the primal man in me free to fuck her mouth, not just for my pleasure, but for hers too. She’s moaning as I use her mouth, as I allow the animal loose to fuck her like the woman she is. She’s my woman. I’ll protect her, guide her, and lift her up when she falls. Now, in this act between us, she’s being used the way she was meant to be.
“Hmmm,” she hums around my cock. The provocative sound ripples through both me and my cock. I can’t hold back any longer. I unload my cum, hitting the back of her throat as she greedily sucks me until I’m ready to collapse.
“Good girl, I’m proud of you,” I say as I lean down and grab her shoulders, lifting her to her feet. I lean down and I kiss her, thanking her for an intense blowjob. There are remnants of my salty cum in her mouth, but I don’t care about tasting myself on her. She’s given me a gift. Not the blow job, but her trust.
“Thank you,” she says after I pull away from our kiss. I tuck my cock back into my pants, sit on my chair and guide Ella to sit on my lap. She curls into me, her body exhausted from the traumatic night. Tenderly, I run my hands up and down her back, stopping every so often to draw figure eights on her back. “I understand why you did that,” she says as she snuggles closer into me.
“I want to hear you say it.” I kiss her forehead.
“It’s the ultimate in trust. You need me to know you’d never hurt me, or allow anyone else to hurt me. It’s so I’ll know you’ll protect me at all costs.”
“That’s right.”
We stay entwined for a while, silently allowing our bodies to enjoy the feelings we have for one another.
“I love you, Matt.”
Her words slash at my own barriers.
My woman loves me. Now I have to figure out how I feel about her.
Sixteen
“So, you’re fucking her,” Brandon says as he pours me a coffee.
“Yeah.”
“And what else?”
“Nothing.” He brings over my coffee and I lift it to sip.
“Yeah. That right there is bullshit, my friend.”
“I don’t know.” I shrug my shoulders.
“What is it with her?”
Again I shrug my shoulders. It’s not that I don’t want to answer him, it’s that I can’t. “She’s got a story.”
“I don’t get it. She’s quiet. She barely talks to any of the other girls; she just goes in and does her job.” I nod in agreement. “What’s her story?”
“You remember Diamond?”
“Oh yeah, we put her through dance classes and gave her a job after she escaped from that brothel.” I nod again. “Ella came from a brothel?” he asks, surprised.
“Worse, my brother.”
Brandon’s tall frame straightens and his entire body tightens in anger. He hates it as much as I do when a woman is abused. There’s no justification anyone can give as to why they would raise an angry hand to a woman. “How bad?” His hands ball in fists and his jaw visibly jumps.
“Much worse. Let’s just say if I ever find out who this ‘Scott’ guy is, I’ll fucking killing him.”
“We’ll kill him,” Brandon adds, and as usual, I know he has my back.
“Problem is, she won’t tell me enough to act on. All I know is his name is Scott and he works for a bank.”
I pick my mug up again as Penny waltzes naked into the kitchen. Her tits are small and pert, her slit is completely bare and she’s apparently comfortable naked. She comes into the kitchen, kneels beside Brandon and waits for his instruction. “Good morning, Petal,” he says to her.
“Good morning, Sir.”
“You may address me as Master while Sir is here so as not to confuse us. Say good morning to Sir.”
“Yes, Master. Good morning, Sir.”
“Good morning,” I say to Penny.
“She’s been thoroughly fucked this morning while you were out pounding the pavement. Would you care for a taste?” Brandon asks me. Dickhead, he knows I’m going to say no, though I’m still a man and definitely appreciate the view of his poised submissive.
“I have my own pet waiting for me at home.”
Brandon chuckles and shakes his head. “Petal, I’d like you to make us bacon and eggs for breakfast. Make my portion larger, and serve it to us in the dining room.”
“Yes, Master,” she says as she stands.
“Please wear an apron. I’d hate to see this beautiful body which belongs to me, marked by anything other than the lashes I give you.”
“Yes, Master.” She walks over, grabs an apron and puts it on.
“Come on.” Brandon gestures for me to follow him into the dining room. I turn to look at Penny. Her long blonde mane falls over her shoulders and her back is free from any scars, unlike Ella’s.
“So tell me what you know,” Brandon says as we sit and wait for our breakfast.
“You’ve noticed she’s really introverted and reserved. She couldn’t even say the word ‘stop’ when I asked her what ‘red’ meant as a safeword. She’s never even had a safeword. It looks like her free will was completely beaten out of her. Basic story is, he’s a banker who gave her to big money clients when they signed up with the bank he works for. And she was treated really badly. Her entire back and torso are covered in scars.”
Brandon leans an elbow on the table and massages his temple. “What are you doing to help her?”
“She’s really good with numbers, so I want to get her to help you as either a payroll clerk or bookkeeper.”
“What does she want?”
“She has no idea what she wants. But she does want to make me happy, and I want to see her confidence grow.”
“Well I’ll set it up. It’ll work out well if we end up buying the place next door. I could do with the help.”
“You ran the figures. Can we justify buying it?”
“The club’s been at capacity virtually every night for the last seven months. We’re taking reservations two months in advance. If we buy the old pool hall, we can knock down the common wall, and get a designer in to fit it out.”
“Have you got anyone in mind? If we have to close while they do the renovations, we may as well redo the entire club.”
“I can ask Justin.” Justin is Brandon’s younger brother. He owns an architectural firm and subcontracts work out to interior designers and decorators.
“Okay, call Justin. We’ll get some final figures in and see how we can make this work.”
Penny comes into the dining room carrying m
y plate, which she places in front of me, then immediately leaves to get Brandon’s plate. Before she returns Brandon stands, walks out of the dining room and comes back within a few moments carrying a cushion from his sofa. He puts it on the floor beside him, between us. Penny returns with his food, places it in front of him, and waits for his instruction.
“Kneel, Petal. You need breakfast too.”
“Yes, Master,” she says as she kneels on the cushion between us.
I start cutting into my breakfast and watch as Brandon lovingly feeds his sub from his fingers before he takes a bite himself. Man, he’s screwed just as badly as I am. “What are you thinking about having done to the club?” he asks as he cuts a piece of bacon and pops it into his awaiting sub’s mouth.
“I’m thinking we need to expand the stage, first of all. But I want the colors to be more subtle and not so heavy, making it more inviting.”
“You sound like a chick,” he says and I chuckle.
For the next half hour we sit and talk about the club and the direction we want it to go. They do say, ‘if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it’, but in this case we’re just making it bigger and better.
“Matt, here’s your drink,” Ella says as she comes to sit beside me in the VIP section.
I look at her and see how happy she is to be able to confidently bring me a drink. It may seem like a small feat, but it must be monumental to her. To take charge, to openly and confidently ask for something and to receive it without judgment. These small things are taken for granted by so many people, including myself. But for Ella, it’s a victory.
“Thank you. Come sit with me for a while. Brandon and I were talking about something this morning at breakfast.” Her cheeks instantly pink as she averts her eyes. She must have thought about the way I fucked her mouth last night while talking to Brandon in my office. “Don’t be embarrassed. I’m honored you took me in your exquisite mouth. It was a wonderful gift you gave me, Kitten.”
“Thank you. I hope he didn’t hear anything.” She sits beside me and hides her flushed face from me.
I lean into her, and kiss her cheek. “Not only did he hear, he was envious. He wanted to have his own sub purring like you were.” She looks up at me and smiles warmly.
“What would you like to talk to me about?” She tries to deflect so the pinkness in her cheeks recedes.
“We’re looking at expanding the club to the old pool hall next door, which means we’re going to be busier than ever before.”
Her eyebrows furrow together and her mouth evens out to a thin line. “I can’t dance,” she says, concerned I may ask her to do something she doesn’t want to do.
“And I’m not asking you to learn. But you’re good with numbers, so Brandon and I think you can help him.”
“How?”
“I’ve noticed how good you are with numbers. He’s going to give you on-the-job training in doing bookkeeping and payroll. So wherever he’ll need help, you’ll be able to do it. And if you like it, we can enroll you in college to get an accounting degree.”
Her face brightens. I haven’t seen her this happy unless I’m giving her an orgasm. She throws her arms around me and flings her body against me. “Thank you.” Kiss. “Thank you.” Kiss. “Thank you.” Kiss.
“Ella, if I knew you’d react like this I’d ask for a blow job.”
“And I’d happily give it to you,” she lowers her voice, “and much more.”
The little minx is playing with me. “We still haven’t used the flogger I bought.”
I see her frown for a fraction of a second, but as quickly as the negative dragged her under, she’s freed herself. She smiles and raises an eyebrow. “Will you play with me tonight?” Damn if that sentence doesn’t go directly to my cock, making me instantly hard, “Sir,” she adds.
“Meet me in my office in five minutes.”
Ella purrs a husky moan and I go straight to my office.
My office door is closed, and I know it’ll only be a matter of a few moments before my little kitten knocks.
Sure enough, there’s a light rap on the door.
I walk over to the door and open it. Ella’s standing tall, the devil’s own glint sparkling in her eyes, and wearing her playful kitty smile.
“You look beautiful,” I tell her as I step aside and gesture for her to come into my office.
“Thank you, Sir.” She walks in and stands in front of my desk.
“Take your pants and panties off, nothing else.” Quickly she undresses her lower half. I go around and sit in my chair, lean an elbow on the desk and watch her as her body sparks to life. “Come here, little kitten.” She walks around to stand beside me. Her breath is rapid and I can tell she’s already turned on. “Lie on the desk, with your legs open on either side of me.” I push back and let her get into position. Her legs are dangling over the edge of the desk and I have a tempting view of her delicious pussy. “Open your legs further and bring your heels up on the edge of the desk.” When she moves into position I’m faced with the most perfect, succulent pussy I’ve ever seen. Her clit is plump, the blood pumping to it making it mouthwatering, just poking out from beneath its glistening hood.
“Ahhh,” she moans, and I’m yet to even touch her. I’m simply appreciating the exquisite woman sitting before me, trusting me enough to allow such a raw and intimate exchange.
“Close your eyes and relax. Feel my tongue touching your body as I nestle between your legs to lap up your sweetness.” I open her pussy lips to expose her fully to me. Fuck me, she’s gorgeous, just perfect. But I want to tease her, make her squirm and beg for me to fuck her with my tongue. I kiss up her thigh, stopping to nibble as I get closer to her pussy. When I reach the top and she wiggles in anticipation, I pull away and repeat the same painfully slow process up her other thigh.
“Mmmm,” she groans again. The sound is erotic, going straight to my cock.
Brushing my mouth over her pussy, I kiss her clit, not hard but in a gentle way, something that will her send her closer to insanity. I enjoy playing with her, because her body responds in such a positive way. Her lips are glistening, and a small trickle of her arousal rolls down toward her asshole. God, I can’t wait ‘til I fuck her ass. She’s so responsive, and the nerve endings in her ass will surely send her into an intense overdrive.
As my fingers hold her wide open, it’s time for me to enjoy my feast. I flick my tongue against her clit, and Ella moans. I move down to enjoy her greedy hole. Ella wiggles around on the desk. “Still,” I command from around her pussy. She tries to stop, but my tongue is driving her wild.
“Please,” she begs. She needs a release, but I’m not going to give her one. I’m going to make her needier and send her to the edge. Because when we get home tonight and I use the flogger on her, I need her ready to combust, so she associates the gentle tresses of the flogger with pleasure.
Abruptly I stop, pulling completely away from her. I take the Lelo Hula beads out and insert them into her silky, glazed hole.
“I’ve just inserted the Hula beads we bought. I’ve got the remote, and I’ll be using it whenever I feel like it. For now, I’ll leave it on a slow stroke.”
“Oh, Christ.”
“No, Sir will do.” I wipe my mouth on the back of my hand and stand from sitting between her long, alabaster legs. My finger that just pushed the toy inside her is heavily coated with her juices. “Open,” I say as I drag my finger across her mouth, now coating her lips with her own arousal. She opens and I slide my finger into her mouth, “Now suck my finger like you want to suck my cock.” She’s turned on, close to the point of orgasm. She takes my finger in her mouth and licks, swirls, and sucks. “That’s enough. You’ve tasted yourself.” I pull away and sit in my seat. “You can get dressed and go back downstairs to finish the rest of the night.”
Ella stands and looks at me. “Are you kidding me?” she asks, though she’s desperately attempting to hide the smile.
“Do I look like I’m kidding to
you?” I hold the round remote up in my hand and press the ‘+’ sign. The vibrations ratchet up a notch.
“Holy shit.” Ella lunges forward, leaning against the edge of the desk, and clenches her thighs.
What’s inside her won’t get her off, but it’ll keep her right on the edge of orgasm for the last two hours until closing. And of course, being the prick I am, I’m going to spend the last two hours in the VIP section, watching her and playing with her whenever she comes close enough for the remote to work.
“Please?” she cries out as she wiggles around in the one spot. “I can’t go out there like this, I’m afraid you’ll turn it up and I’ll orgasm right there in front of everyone.”
“You don’t trust me?”
“Of course I do.”
“Then get dressed and go downstairs to finish your shift.”
Ella gets dressed in between moaning and her silent pleas for me to finish her off and give her the release she’s so desperately chasing. But tonight, I need to break down more of her barriers, and this is the way my deviant mind has decided to play it.
She walks over to me after she’s dressed, and gives me a chaste kiss on the mouth. “Although I’d really like to come, and you’re not giving it to me, I still love you.” She turns and leaves my office. Her gait is slow and she looks unsteady on her feet.
When she closes the door behind her, I get up and walk over to my private bathroom, wash my face and go find Brandon.
I walk into his office and he’s got his cell phone to his ear, talking. He holds a finger up to me and then gestures for me to sit. “Okay, I’ll talk to Matthew and let you know. I’ll be in touch tomorrow.” He hangs up and slams his phone down.
“What’s that about?”
“We’ve had a complaint.”
Seventeen
I get him out of the office before he destroys it and take him down to the VIP area. It’s late and there’s no one in that section now, so we’ve got it to ourselves. Dianne’s brought us our drinks, and Brandon throws it back the moment she puts it on the table. “Bring me a double.” Fuck, if he’s drinking like this, he’s pissed off.
