Dangerous Desire

by Sebastian Ex

  Daisy looks down at her knotted hands. “I thought you were going to pink-slip me,” she whispers.

  “Have I given you any reason to think your job is in jeopardy?” She shakes her head and raises her hand to wipe a tear. “Then why would you think that?”

  “Because I can’t believe men like you exist. Everyone, especially men, want something in return. You haven’t tried anything with me, and now you’re bringing presents for my son. You’re just…you’re just not real.”

  “Well then, the next part of this conversation should be interesting.” I rake a hand over my face and through my hair. “I’ve recently bought an apartment building. It’s in a good area, just on the other side of town. There are good schools nearby, and I had my real estate agent check them out. There are two that have appropriate programs for gifted kids.”

  “I don’t understand,” Daisy says as she shrugs her shoulders and looks at me with uncertainty.

  “I’ll have the paperwork finalized on the apartment building within two to three months. You and Jackson are moving there.”

  “You said it’s over on the opposite side of town?”

  “Yes.”

  “I can’t afford to move from here, Brandon. The rent here kills me, so there’s no way I’ll be able to manage rent in a better part of town.”

  “My mistake for not explaining myself properly.” I stand from my chair and shove my hands in my pockets. “It’s not a request. You’ll pay me the same rent you pay here, and if it’s needed, I will cover Jackson’s tuition fees.” I begin to walk to the door. There’s nothing more to discuss. We’re now both on the same page.

  “What? Why?” She runs after me and puts her hand on my shoulder, the gesture nonaggressive.

  “Because you’re a good person who needs the help. And Jackson’s mind will be wasted staying here. This area isn’t safe, this house isn’t safe, and I have the means to ensure you and he are taken care of. Don’t get me wrong, you’re still going to be doing everything you do at the Onyx Club. And when you’re ready to join the dancers, then your work responsibilities will change, as we’ve already discussed.” I head to the front door, and open it.

  “I’m truly speechless,” she says.

  “Clearly not. Have a good night, Daisy.”

  “Goodnight, Brandon.”

  “Lock the door when I leave.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she says with happiness in her voice.

  SIXTEEN

  “Hey,” I say as I walk in through my front door.

  “Shhh, she just fell asleep,” Ella says in a whisper. Matthew’s in the kitchen looking through my fridge.

  “How long have you been here?” I ask Matthew when I go into the kitchen.

  “Ella, go sit with Penny,” he says, and Ella leaves the kitchen. “I got here about an hour ago.”

  “Ella said you had something to do.”

  Matthew smiles at me, and looks over my shoulder to make sure Ella can’t hear us. “I’m organizing a weekend away. Actually it’s more like a week away. I’m taking her to France.”

  “You’re so fucking pussy-whipped,” I say. “When are you going?”

  “We leave in eight weeks. I’m surprising her for her twenty-fifth birthday. She has no idea.”

  “Why Paris?” I grab a water from the fridge and throw it to Matthew, then get one for myself.

  “Because she’s been saying lately how she wants to see the Eiffel Tower. And while she’s on break from her studies, I’m going to take her.”

  “Nice,” I say, as I look over to Penny.

  “What’s happening with the Velvet Room? Have you got a meet yet with this Lucifer bastard?”

  “Not yet. I’m waiting for Nathan to get me the figures on what he owes. Then I’ll approach him for a meeting.”

  “I’m in,” he says, and he swigs from the bottled water.

  “I know.”

  “Where did you go?”

  “I had that meeting with Michael and the owners of the apartment building I told you about. I’m buying it, should have it within two months. I went and saw Daisy and Jackson, too. I don’t fucking like where they live. I’m going to push for a quicker transfer, because I want them out of where they are.”

  “Do you need anything?”

  I shake my head. “I’ve got it covered. That kid, he’s fucking smart, brother.”

  “We’ll start a college fund for him,” Matthew says.

  “I’m paying for his schooling. Anything the kid needs, I’ll take care of it.”

  “She’s going to be like Diamond, never wanting to leave us.” Matthew chuckles.

  “When the time’s right, and we think she needs to move on, then we’ll push her out just like we did Diamond.”

  Just as I finish talking, my phone rings. I look at the screen and see it’s Nathan.

  “Brother, your fucking ears must have been burning. Matthew was just saying what a cocksucker you are.” I put him on speaker.

  “Are you offering to suck me? I’ve never had a guy kneel before me, but if you want to…” I can hear the asshole laughing. “Got a pretty collar for you too, it’s pink and fluffy. Bianca doesn’t need it now, she has her eternity collar.”

  “Fuck off. Anyway, what have you got for me?”

  “For you a good eight inches and if Matthew wants to join in, I’m sure I can figure out something for him to do.”

  “I’m not rimming you,” Matthew says, and laughs.

  “Dickheads,” Nathan says. “I’ve got a figure for you. My sources say he’s in for a hundred. They also say this Lucifer guy has been creating issues everywhere he goes. Seems he thinks he’s someone important. Buying whores, into recreational cocaine, blowing through whatever cash he does have.”

  I look at Matthew and know what I need to do. “Thanks, Nathan.”

  “If I find out anything else, I’ll let you know.”

  When I hang up I look at Matthew. “Hundred thousand in debt is nothing. I’ve got that,” I say.

  “Okay, set up a meeting.”

  “We’ll offer him seventy, it’s enough to smooth shit over with whoever he owes. The rest he can deal with on his own.”

  Matthew nods. “I’ve been thinking about something,” he adds.

  “What?”

  “Nathan.”

  “I’ve thought the same thing. What do you think is fair?”

  “Twenty percent, silent partner.”

  “You know he won’t go for it.” I sit on the stool at the kitchen island as Matthew leans on the counter near the kitchen sink.

  “We’ll put it in Bianca’s name,” Matthew says.

  “No, we won’t go over his head. That’s not how we work. We’ll talk to him about it.”

  “He’s never going to go for it.”

  “Fuck, Matthew. We’ll convince him.”

  Matthew cocks an eyebrow and chuckles. “You really are a dick. But yes, we will. Set up a meeting with this Lucifer prick.” He takes a step toward the family room where Ella and Penny are.

  “Now we have the figure, I will.”

  “Ella, we’re going,” he says. I stand and follow him out. “I’m hard, little kitten.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she purrs happily as he winds his arm over her shoulder and pulls her toward him. “I’ll be glad to take care of you when we get home,” she whispers, although I can still hear her.

  “In the car,” he says, and kisses her forehead.

  “You’re going to kill me, Matt.”

  “Sir,” he corrects her, moves his hand down and spanks her butt. And I fucking laugh while I close the door on their backs.

  I walk over to where Penny is still sleeping, gently move the blanket back and pick her up to take her to bed. She shifts her body weight, her arms go around my neck and she nuzzles closer into me. “I love you, Brandon,” she says in her slumber.

  When I get her upstairs, I lay her on the bed. Penny stirs and opens her eyes for a moment to look at me. I begin to undress, tak
ing off my shirt, my suit pants, my boxer-briefs, and my watch. Penny’s eyes take me in, her body stretches on the bed and she rubs her hand over her eyes. “You’re so perfect,” she murmurs, as I stalk toward her and begin to undress her. Her eyes light up, and I suspect she thinks she’s going to get sex. But until she gets the all clear from her doctor, I’m not going to risk hurting her any more than she already is.

  Good thing her doctor’s appointment is tomorrow, because I’m not entirely sure how much longer I can go without burying myself inside her. It’s been seven weeks since I’ve had my cock in any part of her, and I’m going out of my mind with want.

  There’s an urgency bubbling away under the surface of my blazing exterior, a hunger no amount of jacking off can satisfy. To be immersed inside Petal, have her mouth drowning in my cum, her tits pushed up and offered to me, so I can do what I please with them. I have an insatiable carnal desire to take her and show her exactly where she belongs in my life.

  At her Master’s feet.

  Perfectly naked, on her knees, head to the floor, palms facing up, waiting for her Master’s command. It’s when she’s exposed, so utterly bare, she feels most centered. She once told me when her body is naked, on display for me, she feels completely safe. It’s the one time she lets everything go, her mind, her worries, her body. Because at those moments her only thoughts are me, my desires, and my pleasures.

  Once she’s undressed, I lift the bedclothes, and softly place her under them. I get in behind her, and move Penny so she’s in my arms. The heat of her body against mine is soothing. The subtle berry smell of her hair reminds me of sweet jam spread on warm bread.

  I bury my nose in her hair and take in a big breath.

  “God, you smell good,” I say, as I snake my hand over her waist and up to grab her tit.

  “Fuck, Brandon. Please,” she begs as she moves her butt back against my hardening cock.

  Pulling on her nipple, I move my hips so my rock-hard cock is nestled snuggly between her butt cheeks. I want to fuck her, I want to cherish and treat her like the good little slut she is, but I need to rein in my control and wait. No matter how much her insatiable body aches for me, I need to exercise caution, restraint, and ultimately, control my own body.

  “Please,” she moans again. Clearly her blood is simmering to a slow boil below the surface of her goose-bumped skin, much like my own.

  “No,” I whisper while I let go of her tit. Pulling her hair to the side, I pepper a dusting of kisses over her neck, stopping only to suck and lick the delicate and sensitive skin beneath her ear.

  A small whimper of greed skims past her lips. It’s a sound dripping with a wanton addiction. She needs me as much as I need her. But I must control myself, for the safety of my girl. Her doctor hasn’t given us the green light for sex yet. She can’t be used, she can’t be thoroughly pleasured. And until I hear the doctor say she’s ready for what I want to do to her, then I’ll hold back, and keep jacking off to thoughts of laving my tongue over her nipples, licking her cunt as her legs close around my head. Spanking her ass until it’s a brilliant crimson red, tying her to the spanking bench and caning her until those beautiful, raised, straight lines appear.

  If a Dom has no control over himself, how is his submissive supposed to trust him with her surrender?

  Petal’s breathing slowly calms and she links her fingers through mine, trying to pull me closer to her.

  “Thank you, Brandon. I know it must be difficult for you, and you’re only doing this to protect me.”

  I kiss her neck once more, and say one simple word, “Sleep.”

  A little sigh is expelled, and this time I know, it’s a sign of contentment. She may not have come, but I’ve given her something much more powerful than an orgasm. I’ve given her safety.

  SEVENTEEN

  Doctor Chambers watches as Penny uses her crutches to go into the room. I wait for the ladies to go in before me, and close the door behind me. I sit beside Penny and silently wait as Doctor Chambers looks over her report.

  “How have you been feeling?” she asks without looking up as she continues to peruse the reports in front of her.

  “I’m not in as much pain as I was. However, I still find it challenging to get around. I get really tired, too. And after the physiotherapy I find I’m in pain, but feel better the next day.”

  Doctor Chambers looks at me, “You’ve got Daniel Lockings doing the physiotherapy? How did you convince him? He’s got a huge waitlist.”

  “I can be quite influential if I need to be,” I say as I cross my right leg over my left and adjust my shirt cuff.

  “Clearly.” She raises her eyebrows and keeps reading the reports. “Daniel is impressed with your progress, and he wants you to continue. I want you to stand, and walk from your chair to the door without your crutches.”

  Penny’s lips purse together and her eyebrows draw in. It’s obvious to me, she’s losing faith in herself and she doesn’t think she can do it. I watch as she struggles internally with her own insecurities. But I know she can do it. It may exhaust her, but she needs to stop relying on artificial aids, and start relying on herself.

  “I’m not sure I can without the crutches.” It’s all in her head. If she lets go of them, then that means she needs to trust herself. And she’s already doubting herself, because of the situation she got into with Lucifer.

  It’s not a case of relying on others; it’s a complete lack of belief in herself. As a woman, as an alluring submissive, and as a human being.

  I stand and take the crutches, which are leaning against the doctor’s desk. I take the few steps to the door and lean them against the wood. “If you need them, then come get them.”

  Doctor Chambers looks at me, and I see the faint hint of a smile appear on her face. Her eyes harden, though, and I can tell, she’s happy I’m here to push Penny.

  “Brandon,” Penny says as she stands to her feet with difficulty.

  “You’re stronger than you think.”

  “I can’t,” she says as she steadies herself against the desk.

  “You can’t, or you don’t want to?” I ask as I step aside and back away from Penny.

  She looks at me from beneath her lashes and grits her jaw tightly together. “I can’t.”

  This isn’t working, her body is too tense, her face harsh with insecurity. I have to change tactics. I walk over to her, my hands go to her hips and I lean in, giving her a hug. She latches onto me; in her eyes, I can see she thinks I’m her lifeline, her savior, and her strength.

  But I’m not. She’s got all those things within her; she just has to trust in herself again. Trust she can make the right decisions, trust if she fails, she won’t be alone. Trust in us. I kiss her mouth and feel her soften under my touch.

  The kiss isn’t consuming or erotic. It’s a gesture, to let her know I’m not going anywhere.

  “You can do this,” I whisper as I run my hands up and down her arms to calm her further.

  “I can’t,” she says again. Though this time, I’m convinced she’s merely saying the words to attempt to persuade herself and not me.

  I take a small step back, looking into her hazel eyes. “You can.” I let go of her and drop my hands beside my body.

  She looks at me, and pushes off from the desk.

  I take another step back, putting distance between us.

  If she wants me, she needs to come to me. Penny slowly puts one foot in front of the other and steadies herself. I step back further.

  I can tell she’s struggling, but she’s finding the strength to push through the pain and focus. She’s learning to trust in herself again, to rely on herself.

  Penny takes another step, her pretty pink tongue poking out of her mouth as she concentrates on her carefully placed steps. One foot in front of the other.

  My damn heart nearly bursts out of my chest with pride as I watch her.

  She’s taking these steps, not only physically, but mentally overcoming obstacles sh
e was sure she couldn’t get past.

  She takes a few more steps and reaches me, collapsing into my arms. I kiss her cheek and in a low voice say, “I told you, Petal, I’ll always catch you. I’m so proud of you.”

  She relaxes into me, and I turn us around, helping her back to the chair.

  “Well done. I want you to start using the crutches less and less. Within a couple of weeks, you should be walking without them,” Doctor Chambers says.

  The doctor talks to us about additional things we can be doing to help Penny in her recovery, and I take mental note of them all. The biggest thing is to use the crutches less and keep up with the physiotherapy.

  Toward the end of the doctor’s appointment, I ask the question both Penny and I want to know. “Can Penny resume having sex?” Penny’s face turns ashen and the doctor smiles.

  “Yes, although nothing vigorous. But certainly sex can be enjoyed at this stage. Be very careful with her, and the positions you use. Don’t elevate her legs too high, or too widely open. Don’t put too much of your body weight on her. Penny, be sure to tell him if it’s hurting.”

  I look at Penny and I can see how mortified she is. “I’ll take good care of her,” I say as I squeeze Penny’s thigh.

  “I’ll see you again in two weeks, and I’ll check your progress.”

  I help Penny up and give her the crutches to walk out.

  As we’re walking out, I get a phone call from Michael. “Michael,” I say as I answer the phone.

  “We’re all set for a two-month turn-around for transfer of ownership.”

  “I’ve been thinking about that.” I open the door for Penny to get into my car.

  “And what have you been thinking?”

  “I want a quicker transfer. Get the inspections and title search fast-tracked. I want it within a month.”

  “A month? Are you kidding me?”

  “You’re lucky I’m not demanding three weeks.”

  “For fuck’s sake, you push a hard bargain, Brandon.”

  I smile into the phone and close the door once I’ve put Penny’s crutches into the back seat. “Make it happen. I want it ready to go within a month.”