Dangerous Desire

by Sebastian Ex

  I take a deep breath and spend the next twenty minutes telling the girls what happened and how I ended up in here.

  “Damn,” Bianca says once I’ve finished.

  “I know,” I say nodding my head.

  “You can’t ever have kids?” Ella confirms.

  “The doctor said it was highly unlikely.” Just as Ella stands from the bed, there’s another knock on the door. “Come in,” I say loud enough for whoever it is to enter.

  The door opens and in walks a guy, maybe mid-twenties and a girl carrying two silver beauty cases. “Oh daaarrling,” he says in a very feminine voice. “You must be Penny. And you…” he stops talking and glides over to Ella, “You my cute thing, you must be Ella.” He does the double air-kiss thing.

  I’m looking at Ella, who’s got her own ‘what the hell’ look going on, then to Bianca. “Um, who are you?” Bianca asks.

  “Oh and you, girlfriend, you so have to be Bianca. Look at that red mane you have.”

  He walks over to double air-kiss her too, but Bianca turns her head completely away from him. “Oh yeah, that’s right. You’re the slave. Call your Master, he knows what’s going on.”

  “Well I don’t know what’s happening,” I say.

  Bianca takes her phone out of her bag, and locks herself in my bathroom.

  “Brandon asked me to come and give you all a day of beauty. Oh darling, how rude of me. I’m James and this is my assistant Sunny. She’ll be painting your nails and making you feel like the beautiful women you are.”

  “Brandon did this?” I ask.

  “Oh yes, sugar. He certainly did,” James says as he sticks his hip out and rests his hand on it.

  Before I know it, the afternoon is gone. Brandon had a catering company come and feed us a light lunch, which happened to include my favorite dessert…chocolate cake.

  And I started feeling better.

  The five of us laughed, talked, and just enjoyed the day.

  I felt more human than I had since the day I walked out on Brandon.

  It confirmed to me how much I love and adore Brandon. And I’ll spend the rest of my life worshipping him for being the man he is.

  THIRTEEN

  “Thank you for what you did for me yesterday,” Penny says before she takes a bite from her lunch tray.

  “It’s my absolute pleasure, Petal.”

  I see her lips curl up into a huge-ass smile when I call her by her ‘play’ name. “I’ve missed you,” she mumbles quietly.

  “I’ve missed you, too.”

  “Can I ask you a question?”

  “You can, and I might even give you an answer,” I tease.

  “How disgusted are you with me? I left you because I thought there was someone who could give me what I needed and I only ended up falling prey to an abuser. Are you disappointed in me?”

  I put my salad wrap down on the brown paper bag it came in, and I dust my hands down my jeans. “I’m incredibly disappointed. I’m downright angry, and if I could I’d go back in time and rectify the situation, I would.”

  “I thought so,” Penny says as a tear slips from her eye, and she looks down at her knitted hands.

  “But everything I’m feeling is not directed at you. You told me you needed more, and I said no. I chose to not listen, to not ask questions, and to not give you what you need. So my anger and disappointment is not with you, but with myself.”

  “No…” she says as she looks up at me. “I was trying to force you to be something you’re not. I accept that now, and I’ve made the decision to be happy with what you give me.”

  “That’s not good enough, Penny, to ‘just be happy’ with our relationship, because that’s not going to last. You’re going to end up hating me and wishing you had more, and I’m going to end up miserable because I can’t give you what you need.”

  “What are you saying?” Her eyebrows knit together, and her already red eyes have tears streaming from them.

  “I’m saying, I’m not a very good Dom if I can’t give my submissive what she needs. And I’m not a very good Dominant if I can’t learn to give my submissive what she desires. And I’m certainly not a very good Dom if I’m not prepared to listen and learn.”

  Penny looks away, “You’re going to learn for me?” she asks, but keeps her gaze averted.

  “Look at me,” I say. My tone the one I use when we’re scening. But she defies my command, and keeps her eyes focused on whatever spot she’s looking at. “Petal.” The way I say it, slow, and very low in tone, is her warning.

  “Yes, Sir,” she says. Her shoulders visibly shudder and she takes in a deep breath.

  If I touched her pussy right now, she’d be soaking wet. She’d be aching for me to take her, hurt her, and make her come. “Look at me,” I say once more as I stand beside her bed. Being in the condition she’s in, she can’t kneel before me, so I’ll have to give her an alternative to kneeling until she’s back to it. “Until you’re able to take you place at my feet, you’ll sit in a chair and I’ll stand before you.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Lower your gaze now, Petal.” She does so. “Hands in position.” Her hands go to her thighs, palm side up, offering herself to me.

  “Who do you belong to?”

  “I’m yours, Sir.”

  “And what will I do with you?”

  “Whatever Sir chooses.”

  “When will I play with this cunt of mine?”

  “Whenever Sir wants.” Her breath is raspy and the way her words get caught in the back of her throat makes my cock go hard.

  What I’d give for her wet, pouty lips on my cock right now. To have Petal on her knees, fingers laced behind her back as I take her mouth with my cock. Weaving my hands in her long blonde hair, and fucking her mouth, as hard as I want to thrust into her. Giving her exactly what her body craves, what it’s so desperate for. To be used. To be fucked. To be treated like a slut, but to be loved as a woman. Saliva dripping from her mouth, her eyes to be open and watching me. My cum spilling out of the sides of her mouth to dribble down her chin. Marking her, telling her she’s mine, and shouting it to the world.

  “And what pain will you take?”

  “Oh please.” She wiggles slightly, but her face tells me what I need to know. “Please, Sir,” she hungrily pleads.

  “What does my submissive need?” I ask as I gently cup her face in my hand. She turns slightly and kisses my palm.

  “I’m so desperate, Sir. I can’t wait until you play with your slut.”

  She’s nowhere near ready to have sex again. And most certainly not even remotely ready to be dominated or experience any type of discomfort.

  I lean down and kiss her. It’s the first real kiss I’ve shared with her since she walked out. My tongue traces the curve of her lip, silently claiming her. When she parts her bruised lips, she takes a deep breath and lets a small moan slip out. I drink her in, my hands never leaving the softness of her cheeks. As if she’s intoxicated with the small amount of pleasure I’m giving her, she slightly arches into my touch.

  Wetness touches my mouth as I continue to claim her, and I know she’s crying. When I pull back, I look into her hazel eyes and see the absolute pain and humiliation she must be feeling. She wipes at the tears and looks away.

  With just my finger, I tilt her head toward me. Her look is nothing short of miserable, her eyes completely clouded with self-loathing. “I’m so sorry,” she whispers.

  “You can’t be sorry for wanting more.”

  “I should never have left.”

  “And I shouldn’t have denied you your most basic needs.”

  “I love you, Brandon.”

  She’s told me she loved me before. But this time, the way I can see inside to her soul, I know those words mean more to her than anything else in this world.

  “And I love you.”

  I sit in the café and order my coffee, waiting for Nathan and Matthew to arrive.

  Nathan called and said he has
some news for me, and thought it might be best to have Matthew there too.

  It means Nathan’s found out some shit and he knows it’s going to take the three of us to decide how we’re going to handle it.

  I hear the roar of Matthew’s engine pull up outside the café, and within a moment he’s pulling out the chair opposite me. “Hey,” he says as he takes his suit jacket off and slings it over the back of the chair.

  “Hey.”

  “Where’s Nathan?”

  “Not here yet.”

  Matthew signals for the waitress, and she comes over with a huge smile on her face for him. Fucker, he seems to pick them up where ever he goes. Not that he wants them. Before Ella, he’d fuck anything that moved, with the exception of the girls who work for us. Now… he’s a one-woman man.

  “Can I help you, Sir,” she purrs uselessly at Matthew. I can’t help but laugh at her. She pushes her tits out slightly and flutters her eyelashes at him.

  “Black coffee,” he says.

  “Yes, Sir,” she says again. “Anything else?”

  “No, go away.” He flicks his hand at her, turns to me and rolls his eyes.

  “You can’t get away from them,” I say as I chuckle.

  “It’s like they see the wedding ring and still believe they can approach me. I don’t understand women.”

  I laugh again, because truthfully, no man does.

  “Hey,” Nathan says as he walks up and sits beside Matthew. The same waitress comes over and flutters her eyelashes at him too. Fuck, what is it with this chick? “Coffee, black. Thank you,” he says, turning back to us and not giving her any chance whatsoever.

  “How’s Penny?” Matthew asks.

  “She’s getting better, stronger every day. Her face isn’t as bruised as it was. And hopefully, in the next couple of days, she’ll be able to leave the hospital and come home.”

  “Do you need help with anything?” Nathan asks.

  “No, I’ve got a physiotherapist lined up to help, and I’ve rearranged everything so it’s easier for her to move around. Everything’s set to go for her.”

  “Here are your coffees,” says the waitress, setting them down in front of Nathan and Matthew.

  “Thank you,” they both say in unison. She gets the hint when neither of them look at her.

  “What is it you’ve found?” I ask Nathan as he brings the coffee up to his mouth.

  “Here.” He takes a small black notebook out of his pocket and flicks through the pages until he’s found the one he’s looking for. “The owner of the club is named Lucifer Fredericks. He’s forty-eight years old. Lives alone in a house left to him by his parents. No siblings, no previous marriages, no children.”

  “Wait…” I stop Nathan. “The owner’s name is Lucifer?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Well, fuck me,” I say as I sit back in my chair and scrub my hand over my face.

  “What is it?” Matthew asks.

  “He was the guy at the Velvet Room that night. He’s also the guy who beat her so badly she had the accident.”

  “Hang on, back up a minute,” Matthew says as both of them sit forward with elbows on the table.

  “He beat her and she passed out while driving, which caused the accident,” I add.

  Matthew’s hands grip the edge of the table, and I see Nathan’s forearms vibrate as he tenses them. “There’s more,” Nathan says.

  “Go on.”

  “The Velvet Room is going under fairly quickly. I couldn’t get too much information on it, but I know he has his house mortgaged and his club mortgaged. I suspect it’s because of his gambling debt.”

  “Gambling debt?” Matthew asks.

  “Yeah, he owes to a small time mobster. Trying to make a name for himself in the area. I couldn’t find out how much he’s in for.”

  “Fuck.” I don’t need to say anything because Matthew beats me to it.

  “Yeah,” I agree. “Anything else?” I ask Nathan.

  “Only that information. I can keep digging. Or I can get someone to dig for me if you like.”

  I look at Matthew. “What do you think?” I ask him. He knows what I’m saying.

  “Can we afford it?”

  “I’ve got the money.”

  “I do too, but will it be viable?”

  “Maybe not as the Velvet Room. But perhaps we can change the name, get Justin to work on it.” Matthew taps his hand on the table. His middle finger playing a slow constant, silent thrumming tune. “I want to destroy him, Matthew. I want to rip him apart and fucking ruin him.”

  “Buying his club won’t do that. It’ll just get him out of debt.”

  “Not if we find out how much debt he’s in for, offer enough to cover half of it, and with the club gone, he’ll have no choice but to run from the thugs.”

  “I can find out what he’s in for,” Nathan offers. “But I can’t put in to help buy the club, not on my salary.”

  “We’re not asking you to either,” I say. “You’re a cop.”

  “I’ve seen and done worse,” Nathan says, clapping a hand to Matthew’s back. Matthew chuckles and nods his head silently.

  “Find out how much he’s in for, nothing else.”

  “Done,” Nathan says and puts his notebook away.

  “Let’s have a meeting with this Lucifer guy. See what he thinks about selling us his club,” I say.

  “I like the sound of the Onyx Room. Sister to the Onyx Club,” Matthew says.

  Looks like he’s ready to buy this club.

  And I’m ready to rip Lucifer apart.

  FOURTEEN

  It’s been over a week since Penny’s come home, and close to a month since her accident.

  I moved Penny in with me, had her apartment vacated completely and put up for rent. All her belongings went into storage and now she’s living with me full-time. Penny’s been on crutches but she still tires easily.

  My phone rings and I see it’s Michael, my real estate agent.

  “Michael,” I greet him as I walk into my kitchen to get Penny water and her meds for the afternoon.

  “I found an apartment building. Exactly what you asked for. It’s more than the other place you were looking at.”

  “How much more?”

  “Another two hundred and fifty thousand. But the upside is, there are two units completely available. One is on the bottom floor, the other on the top floor. The one on the top has good views and apparently, there’s interest in it. Good rental return too. The one on the bottom needs work, but it’s one of the more spacious out of all the apartments in the building, almost on par to the top level ones.”

  “Is the top ready to rent without needing to fix anything?”

  “Yeah. I’ve got the proposal here. All of the other units have good tenants, long term, all without any issues.”

  “Set up a meeting. I want to go look at it. Make it by tonight. And check out the local schools, see if they have programs for gifted kids.”

  “You want me to check out the schools?”

  “That’s what I asked.”

  “Okay, I’ll do that and I’ll text you the address when I get the meeting time.”

  “That’ll be fine.” I hang up, put my phone in my pocket and go to find Penny. She’s on the sofa, watching some dreadful chick-flick movie while beginning to doze off. “Sleepyhead,” I call as I sit in the small space beside her.

  “Yeah,” she mumbles as her eyes flicker open, then close again.

  “I’ve got your medicine. Here, I’ll help you up.”

  “Thank you,” she murmurs, sleepily.

  “I’m going to order dinner, what do you feel like tonight?”

  “I’m not really hungry. I’m tired. Whatever you want.”

  “I feel like Thai.”

  Her eyes open wide; I know Thai is one of her favorite foods. “Pad Thai for me, please,” she says eagerly.

  I kiss her forehead and go put our order in, telling them to deliver it in two hours. I go upst
airs into my bathroom, the one off our bedroom and begin to fill the hot tub. Lighting two small candles, I turn the lights off and go to the dresser remove my watch and put my cell on charge. I see Michael’s sent me a text.

  Owners can meet you tomorrow night at 7 p.m.

  That’s acceptable

  Michael then sends me the address. I put the appointment into my phone and go downstairs to find Penny.

  She’s curled up on the sofa, a throw tucked under her chin as she watches TV. “You ready?” I ask as I pull the throw back from her.

  “What for? Is dinner here already?” She cranes her neck to look behind her. Not that she can see.

  “No, you’re having a bath.”

  “Do I smell?” Her face is etched with worry.

  “No. I want to bathe you.”

  She tries to hold in the smile, but she’s terrible at hiding it. I swoop her up into my arms and carry her upstairs to my bathroom. I carefully set her on the edge of the tub and check the water temperature, making sure it’s perfect.

  Penny’s hazel eyes are focused on me. And I like the fact I have her entire attention.

  I kneel down before my girl and lift her left foot, sliding her slipper off. I place it back on the floor, then lower to kiss her foot. When I straighten, I lift her right foot and remove the slipper. Again I lower her foot to the floor, and lean down to kiss the top of her foot.

  “You don’t need to do that,” she murmurs. Her voice refutes her words; she clearly enjoys the attention.

  “Let me care for you,” I say as my hand softly strokes her calves.

  “I’d like you to, Brandon.”

  My eyes snap up to hers and I shake my head with the smallest of motions. I see the tiny yet obvious intake of breath, and I can imagine her pulse pounding with yearning. A deep desire to submit, an overwhelming need to surrender. “Thank you, Sir,” she corrects herself.

  My hands travel up her legs, stopping to knead her tender skin as goose bumps rise beneath my palms. These small signals – her skin becoming heated, her breath catching in the back of her throat, and her eyelids fluttering closed all tell me what I need to know about my beautiful, submissive girl.

  Peppering light kisses up her legs, I stop when I get to her thighs. Penny’s hands reach for my hair, and she scrapes her nails along my scalp, silently telling me she wants my lips on every part of her.