Dangerous Desire

by Sebastian Ex

  Michael groans. “Fine.” He sounds like an antsy woman who answers ‘It’s okay’, or, ‘Don’t worry about it’ when you’re in an argument with her.

  “Call me when you have a definite date,” I say as I hang up and slide into the driver’s seat.

  “Who was that?” Penny asks as I start the car and back out of the parking spot.

  “Real estate agent. I bought that apartment building and I’m getting one of the apartments fixed so Daisy and her son can move into it.”

  “Yes, I remember you telling me.” she says, lovingly.

  “They live in a shit area, and that kid is super smart. She needs the help, and I can help her.” I chance a quick look sideways at her and Penny’s smiling. “What?” I ask.

  “You. You have a need to protect. And if you see a redeemable quality in a woman, then that protective side becomes even stronger,” she pauses for a moment and looks out the window. “I like that about you, Brandon. The three of you all have that quality, and it’s something that isn’t seen often.”

  “We’re a rare breed,” I say as I chuckle.

  “That, you are.”

  We travel the rest of the way home in silence. My mind ticks about how to get Penny to let go of the crutches and begin to trust in herself again.

  And of course, I form a plan.

  And I smile, because I know she’s going to love the plan as much as I am.

  EIGHTEEN

  “Lucifer Fredericks,” he answers, like he’s a hardened Dom who demands submission from everyone he meets.

  “Brandon Edwards here. I’m interested in buying the Velvet Room.”

  “Who the fuck are you? And it’s not for sale,” he says abruptly.

  “I recently visited your establishment, and believe I can offer you something which would benefit you.”

  “Benefit me? Who the fuck talks like you? You one of those homos?”

  “Who I am is of no concern, but I do have an offer for your club.”

  “I told you I’m not…”

  “A hundred thousand,” I say cutting him off.

  “What?”

  “A hundred thousand. Cash.”

  “Cash?”

  “Fast track the title transfer and I’ll throw in another twenty.” So much for offering him seventy. But I want him gone.

  “You haven’t looked at the figures. You know nothing about my club.”

  “I know it’s run down, and it’s losing business. And by look of the worn carpet, lack of patrons, watered-down drinks, and busted fittings, you can’t afford to maintain and run the Velvet Room as it should be. Now, would you like to continue in this pissing contest, or would you like to do business?”

  There’s a few seconds of quiet. I wait for his answer as I can hear the wheezing of his long drawn-out breath through the phone line.

  There’s a clue in the sound of his exhale, one that screams of insecurities, and the awareness this opportunity may not present itself again.

  “A hundred and twenty you say?” He finally breaks the silence. It wasn’t awkward, because he doesn’t know I’ve got the upper hand.

  “Only if we can fast track the sale.”

  “How quickly can you get the money together?” I smile and know I’ve got him.

  “This afternoon. But I want a meeting first.”

  “When?”

  “Friday,” I say.

  “Where?” Now he’s eager.

  “At the Velvet Room.”

  “I’ll be there at eleven.”

  “So will I,” I say, then hang up. Prick. It’s going to take every ounce of my strength not to rip him apart and fucking kill him.

  Still holding my phone, I call Matthew. “Brother,” he says once he answers the phone.

  “Friday at eleven I’ve got a meet with the prick who hurt Penny.”

  “Where?” he asks. Matthew’s voice is strained, clearly from controlling his anger.

  “At the Velvet Room. He took the bait, he’s interested. I offered him a hundred with an additional twenty if agrees to a fast sale.”

  “And he went for it?”

  “Initially no, but once I made the cash offer he was quick to change his mind.” I stand from my plush leather office chair and start to pace back and forth in my study.

  “Fact is, he’s interested or he would’ve hung up on you. I’ll swing by and pick you up at ten.” I know Matthew. For him, it’s important we show a united front. “Now, fuck off, I’m about to give my little kitten a punishment. She’s been very naughty, haven’t you, kitten?” I hear a mumble which sounds like a garble. “My little kitten can’t answer at the moment, she has a ball gag in her mouth, and she’s just about to be on the receiving end of my rod.”

  I laugh at him. “Have fun,” I say as I hang up and slide my phone into my pocket.

  Walking over to the window, I stand and watch as the dark night quickly overtakes the green grounds.

  “Brandon,” I hear Penny calling me.

  I go find my girl to see what she needs.

  My little submissive is laying on my bed in the playroom, completely naked with her arms above her head and her legs open with everything on display. “What do I have here?” I ask as I start unbuttoning my shirt.

  “I’m sorry, Master,” she says as I see her eyes fill with tears.

  In this moment, this is the treatment she needs. Just by that small statement, it’s obvious to me she’s still not ready to let go of her recent past. We haven’t approached the subject of her leaving me in its entirety yet, but I’m not a man who holds onto history. I do know women can’t bring themselves to let go of things. They keep punishing themselves and holding their own minds captive to their mistakes.

  Women are so much more complex. Their entire mind is consumed with past regrets and it takes a lot for them to let go of an error and move forward in their lives. But men aren’t that way. At least, I’m not. The past deserves to stay in the past; the future is the only thing that matters.

  And with that, I know my girl needs to let go of the past in her mind. She needs to know she can have her desires for pain fulfilled and still be looked after. One error in judgement doesn’t mean she should suffer a lifetime of punishment.

  I slide my shirt off and watch my girl. For her to call me so desperately, I know she needs me. But she doesn’t decide when we scene, or what I do to her. I do. Except for tonight.

  I put my left knee on the bed and hover over her beautiful body. Below the perfect, milky, white skin there are scars and bruises, and I need to be careful as I handle her.

  Her eyes are shadowed with a consuming need. The hazel is almost invisible, her pupils so dilated, I know her body is beyond excited.

  Petal’s breath is rapid, her chest rising and falling quickly. Her lips are thin as she clenches them together, much like I expect her cunt is doing right now.

  Leaning down, I poke my tongue out and trace the shell of her ear, then follow the contour of her cheek down to her chin. “Shhh, Petal. You’re mine to look after. Just mine. Relax and let me care for you.”

  “Mmmm,” she moans as her eyes flutter shut and she arches her back to bring her tits up off the bed.

  “Is my little slut ready to be fucked?” I ask as I angle toward her and take her earlobe in my mouth. Her hand lifts to run in my hair. “Don’t fucking move.” She stills her movements and then relaxes her arm above her head.

  “Yes, please Master,” she breathes.

  I want to give her the hurt she needs, but I still haven’t done all the research I require. And she’s not ready yet, the doctor said only light sex.

  “Lay still,” I say, as I get off the bed.

  Walking over to the one of the cabinets in my playroom, I get a blindfold, and two sets of leather cuffs. When I get back to the bed, Petal’s eyes are large and her mouth has the slightest hint of a smile.

  “Slide up the bed and grab the posts behind you.” Petal does as I ask, and I fasten her hands to the posts. I
cuff her to the bed, testing them for her comfort. And when her breath hitches, I adjust them more. There’s still room when she moves, and they’re the quick release ones in case I need to get her out of them fast.

  I slip the blindfold over her eyes, and stand back to look at her.

  Petal’s body sparks alive. She becomes a visual feast, a mouthwatering body lying on my bed, ready for me to consume.

  I take a deep breath myself, watching as her pussy lips glisten with her arousal. She needs this. As much as, if not more, than I do.

  I go to the armoire and open the wooden doors. Inside I take out the red and black paraffin candles, the black because it’ll look simply remarkable against her alabaster skin, and the red because it has a slightly higher melting point.

  Taking the two pots and the lighter, I place them on the bench beside the bed. Then I go to the small refrigerator I have in my playroom, and take out a container of ice, placing that beside the bed with the wax.

  Petal’s breath is ragged, and she’s trying to move around on the bed.

  “Hmmm,” I say as run my hand over the scruff on my jaw. “Looks like these sheets will be ruined.” Petal moans and drives her hips further into the mattress.

  The last thing I get is the first aid kit and put it beside the bed. Nothing worse than causing damage to my girl. Hurting her, yes. Breaking her, no.

  “Oh God,” she whimpers. The sound is so small, I’m positive it’s not meant for me to hear.

  But I did. “No talking, Petal. Not a whisper, not a sound, not a plea. Only when I ask a question may you answer.” I plunge a finger into her pussy, and I’m rewarded with her sopping wet cunt.

  She tries to hold the moan in, but my unexpected violation of her needy hole causes her to let out a sound. “Now, what did I say?” I push in a second finger and begin to stretch her. This time Petal relaxes into the mattress as I continue to finger-fuck her. But I stay away from her clit, and simply slide my fingers deep inside her, then bring them to her opening and rim her perfect little hole.

  I remove my fingers and can’t help but bring them to my mouth. Coating my lips with her luscious arousal. God, I can’t wait to fully taste her, have my mouth smeared with her juices, as I tongue her pussy and devour her.

  Moving over the bed I bend and kiss her. The kiss itself is drowning, consuming and making her ache for more of me. My tongue demands access, and she allows me. Drugging Petal with just my mouth, her body trembles beneath my touch.

  As quickly as I take her mouth, I let it go and let her taste herself on her lips. “Lick your lips, slut,” I say as I watch her fight to get more of her own unique taste. I take the black candle pot and light the wick. “Do you know just how magnificent you look, lying on my bed, ready to take what I choose to give you?”

  “No, Master.” She licks her lips again and moves her arms against the restraints.

  I stand beside the bed and wait until the heat starts to melt the wax. There’s a technique to using wax, and even to what type of wax to use. Beeswax burns at a higher temperature and can leave burns, but spa grade paraffin wax will leave beautiful red marks for a few hours and shouldn’t burn to the point of scalding.

  I move the pot around in my hand and watch as the wax turns to liquid. Holding it about ten inches above the valley between Petal’s breasts, I let a small, steady trickle fall to her milky skin. The moment the wax touches her body, she takes in a sharp breath and a low croak rips from her throat on the exhale.

  Fuck, she’s so perfect. So exquisite, yet so broken. And I love the fact she’s mine to put back together again.

  I tip the wax pot again and follow the line from her sternum all the way to the top of her pussy lips. A small shudder tears through her. Petal’s body responds to the heat, she’s desperately craving more.

  “You look so beautiful.” I let more wax fall over her bare pussy lips.

  “Thank you, Master.” She swallows hard.

  I lower the wax pot and let it drip from a shorter distance. It means there’s more heat to the wax than from higher up. “I love your surrender.”

  “Thank you, Master,” she lets out another choked whisper.

  “Concentrate, Petal. Clear your mind, and let me guide you.” I put the black wax pot down and light the red wax.

  Petal’s breathing is frenzied, her body on high alert anticipating the next drop of wax to hit her blistering skin.

  She’s mine to pleasure.

  I put a cube of ice in my mouth, and crunch it so it’s shattered. I lean down and engulf her left nipple. Tonguing it and twirling around the erect and desperate tip.

  “Oh my God,” she screams involuntarily.

  Her blatant disregard of my instructions, although instinctual, will not go unpunished. And punishment can be so much fun. So I bite her nipple, the crushed ice engulfing her tit. At the same time, I sink two fingers straight into her drenched pussy. Another fevered moan cuts wildly past her pouty lips.

  As my thumb goes to her clit, I feel her teetering on the edge of an orgasm. But I want this one to mean more than just mere release. This orgasm is mine; I own it. I’ll give it to her just as I’ll give her everything else she needs in life.

  Just as I’m marking her, she’s marking me. She’s left a piece of her soul with me. It’s grafted onto mine and now it’s a part of me, just as I’m a part of her. We’re entwined in the most delicate of strings, enveloped by the most intricate pulleys.

  Small, desperate pleas come from Petal. Her hands tighten into fists as she grinds her hips against my hand.

  “Does my Petal need to come?” I ask as I let the cold of the melting ice dribble over her perfect breast.

  “So close, Master. So close, please…please may I come?”

  I quickly take my hand away, and lift from the bed. “No,” I say, stepping back for a moment to watch as her body slightly begins to calm. My cock is hard, and is desperate to be buried inside her. Stretching her mouth, or her pussy or even her ass. Any part I can sink into and be saturated with her warmth.

  I watch and appreciate the range of emotions my girl is going through. Her breath, hard and raspy soon relaxes to a slight panting. Her body was shaking with anticipation and is now regaining the control I want. Her mouth, which was parted as she bit on her top lip, has now eased to a gentle line.

  The red wax pot has got a nice amount of melted wax gathering at the top. Picking it up, I carefully swirl it around. I remain quiet because I don’t want Petal to prepare for what I’m going to do.

  “Stretch your head back, expose your neck,” I instruct. And Petal does as I ask.

  I lift the pot, and I drip a fine line across her throat. Petal moans and clenches her legs together, trying to find some friction to give herself pleasure. “Don’t be a naughty girl,” I warn her, and immediately she opens her legs, knowing full well what she was doing.

  The pot is still in my hand, the wax melting nicely. I drip more from higher over her left tit, her nipple elegantly elongates as I coat her breast. “Open your legs as far as you can comfortably go. And you need to tell me instantly if there’s any pain.”

  “Yes, Master.” Petal opens her legs to the most comfortable position.

  Her torso has wax on it, not all over, mostly around her breasts, neck and her pussy. I silently take off all my clothes, and watch as Petal’s cunt shines wetly with her arousal. And soon, my toy will be filled with my cum too.

  I blow out the flames in both of the wax pots, and put a larger ice cube in my mouth. Moving to the bed, I climb on and nestle between Petal’s long legs. I carefully spread her pussy lips open, and I’m met with the most delicious, plump clit sticking out from beneath its hood. One taste, one small lick will have her moaning and begging to orgasm.

  But I want to bring her to the edge. I lower my face, smelling her sweet arousal as I skim my nose down to her desperately famished hole. I push the ice between my teeth, holding it in place as I rim her cunt.

  “Fuck me,” she screams
as the cold touches her pussy. Although I can’t yet give her the pain her body eagerly desires, I can tease the ever-loving hell out of her. I can keep her on the edge, wanting more, but not giving her the release she’s chasing.

  I push the ice cube into her and instantly, I feel her pussy contract around my tongue. “Ohhh,” she moans while attempting to drive her hips onto my face.

  Ordinarily, I’d clamp my arm over her hips in order for her not to move them, but under the circumstances, I stop myself from doing it.

  I delve my tongue into her and Petal rolls her hips to be closer to me. Drawing my tongue up and down, inside and out, she continues to softly buck against my face.

  Her own juices flow from her as the ice melts in the intense heat pulsating through her body. My tongue greedily laps at her arousal, taking everything I can from her. Petal’s cries are reaching a fever pitch, a wail of violent desire. Her breathless, gasping, heaving sobs border on animalistic.

  I probe further with my tongue, and Petal’s body is ready to spiral out of control. She’s losing control as her entire frame shakes from holding everything in. “Please,” she mumbles, though the word sounds jumbled as she loses her mind.

  Stimulating her further, I run my tongue up to her clit. Sucking it into my mouth and gently biting down on the hardened nub. I hear the metal rattle against the bed and I know my girl’s trying to use her hands.

  Skillfully I continue to tease her clit, tonguing it, nibbling on it, pulling and licking. “Ahhh,” she yells as her back arches and she closes her thighs over my head. “I’m going to…” I stop eating her, licking every part of her and pull away before she loses control and comes.

  “You’re such a greedy slut, wanting your cum on my face. I want my cock inside you.”

  “Thank you, Master,” she almost slurs. Drunk with impassioned need.

  Calling her a slut is something I know she enjoys. Minor humiliation is a turn-on for her. She loves it when I call her a slut and a whore, but pushing her to further humiliation has never been something she’s wanted. But watching her at the club, the way her body reacted to what Lucifer was doing to her, I think she has an urge for more. When we discuss our limits, I’ll be sure to push her on the subject.