by Sebastian Ex
I maneuver myself so I’m between her shaking legs. “Tell me if this hurts,” I say as I move my knees to be touching her butt cheeks and I tilt her hips up by grabbing her ass and lifting her.
“I’m good, Master.”
Positioning my cock at her pussy, I slide in with one hard thrust. We both moan as I feel how wet she is around me. Her warmth is hypnotizing. Closing my eyes, I just feel.
I feel how her body moves beneath mine, and hear how Petal’s whimpers stick in her throat.
I feel how her cunt closes around my cock, and hear how my balls slap against her ass.
It’s unbelievable, and exactly where we belong. To each other – with each other.
I lean down and take her blindfold off. Tears are freely falling from her eyes as she blinks to focus on me. I take her mouth. I’m nowhere near gentle with her. I can’t kiss her softly. She needs to know.
“I fucking own you,” I say against her lips as my hips speed up and I really start to fuck her.
“Thank you, Master.”
“You’ll never leave me again.” I slam into her harder.
“Never,” she whispers, as her tears keep falling.
“I fucking own every part of you.”
“Only you, Master.” I pin her to the bed with my hips, claiming her and demanding her surrender. Her silken pussy swallows me. Her body knows her Master. Her body can never betray her.
I move my hand down to thumb her clit as I keep bucking into her. Petal’s body is spent. She’s shaking, her eyes haven’t stopped dropping tears, and she’s wrecked. She’ll be aching and sore for at least a day, possibly two. Not because of the pain, but because of the sheer intensity of what we both shared.
She’s letting go of so much. Not just her body, not just her orgasm, but her shame in what happened. And I’m taking it all from her, just allowing her to be free.
“Come for your Master,” I growl as I watch the way her body responds.
Petal shakes and yells out a shrill cry of satisfaction. Her cunt grips my cock as I feel my balls draw up. The shudder rips through me with such a severe punch, it takes me by surprise. I spill my cum into her, finally owning her.
I slow my thrusts and hold my body weight above Penny. I reach up and unfasten her hands. “Move your fingers and slowly bring your hands down, Penny.”
She does, and brings her hand to cup my cheek. “I love you, Master,” she says with sleepy eyes and a tired voice.
I lean down and kiss her softly. Then I pull out of her, and go get a wash cloth, wetting it with warm water in the small basin I have in my playroom. I go over to Penny, and wipe her stunning pussy clean. My cum is dripping out of her and although I want it in her because it’s mixed with her own arousal, I know she’d be more comfortable cleaned.
“Next time I fuck you, I’m taking pictures of my cum spilling out of you.” Penny mumbles her agreement; she’s almost asleep. “Stay awake for a bit, Petal. I need to peel the wax off.” She mumbles again and her eyelids flutter open. Slowly, carefully, I peel the wax off. Penny’s not moving much, except to lick her lips and grind her hips into the bed. Horny slut…my horny slut.
When I’m done with the wax, I pick Penny up and carry her to my room, where I lay her on my bed, and cover her with a blanket. I then slide in behind her and mold my body to hers.
We can worry about a shower tomorrow. Tonight, we tangle ourselves together. In every possible way.
NINETEEN
“This Lucifer sounds like a real dick,” Matthew says, as we drive toward the Velvet Room.
“He’s certainly a piece of work,” I say as I look out the BMW’s window.
“Keep it together, right? You keep your fucking cool. You don’t want him near Penny, and the only other option you don’t want to go through with.”
“I know,” I say, though I’m seriously considering the alternative.
“We get in, we do business, and we leave. You’ve pushed for a quick transfer, let’s just get this guy out.”
I nod my head, agreeing with Matthew. I have to keep my control around him. I can’t let him get inside my head, nor can I think about what he did to Penny. Though that’s so much harder to do. Because now the images of Penny laying frail on the hospital bed, drifting in and out of consciousness, is quite vivid in my mind.
“Don’t you fuck this up,” Matthew says, bringing me back to the now.
“Fuck off dickhead, I won’t.”
“Bullshit, brother. I’ve known you most of our lives and I’ve never seen you so fucking rattled. Don’t let him get in your head.”
“Too late,” I say.
Matthew parks the car outside the Velvet Room and standing by the curb waiting for us, is Lucifer and two apparent thugs. But neither have anything on Matthew and myself.
Lucifer looks Matthew’s car over, and lifts an eyebrow. Cocky prick. “Nice ride.”
Matthew and I get out, and Matthew walks around the front of his car. We both button up our suit jackets and stand in front of Lucifer. He’s sleazy. I can tell just by looking at him, he’s nothing more than a prick who preys on women.
“Who’s Brandon?” he asks, looking between Matthew and myself. A toothpick sticking out of the corner of his mouth. I could fucking one-punch him right now and get rid of him once and for all.
“I am,” I step forward and offer my hand to shake. Slightly turning it so my hand is more dominant then his.
He squeezes his fingers around mine, trying to show me he runs the show. My eyes are glued on his, Lucifer stares at me, then looks down at our joined hands and I notice a slight amount of tension in his jaw. The toothpicks jumps the smallest amount, and I know just by the way his features have tightened, he’s threatened by us.
And he should be.
He lets go and turns his back to us, walking toward the entrance of the Velvet Room.
Mistake number one, fucker.
Matthew claps a hand to my back, and gives me a small nod. He’s telling me, silently, to control the anger brewing in me. He’s got my back, and I know he won’t let me fuck this deal, or myself, over.
We head inside and walk through the desolate, stark club. In the daylight, it’s even worse than what I saw the night we came here. I see it for what it truly is. It’s almost beyond salvage.
“This way,” Lucifer says, as he goes through an open door and down a badly lit corridor.
When we reach his office, he sits in an old chair. His desk is disorganized and filled with stacks of unopened envelopes, papers, and other useless crap.
Matthew and I sit opposite him. Matthew brings his ankle up to casually rest on his other knee and I sit back in the chair, watching. The movements of the thugs are amusing. They stand on either side of him, and try hard to show us they’re tough. But instead, they look like fucking monkey-trained pussies.
“Let’s get down to business. You offered one-twenty cash if I fast-tracked the sale,” he says, as he knits his hands together and places his elbows on the table to lean in.
“Yes, that’s right,” I respond.
“That’s not enough. Look around, a business like this is worth at least three hundred. With fifty percent up front.”
What a dickhead.
Matthew doesn’t move. We both keep looking at Lucifer.
“One-twenty is our only offer,” I say. Fucker wants to renegotiate, he’ll be lucky if it’s a hundred by the end of this meeting.
“Three hundred is more than reasonable,” he says as he sits straighter on his chair.
“My offer’s just gone down. It’s now one-ten,” I say not breaking eye contact.
There’s a delayed silence. The prick is obviously aware I’m not going to give him what he wants. “I like you. I can do one-ninety, thirty percent up front.” He’ll be begging for whatever fucking scraps Matthew and I give him.
I turn to look at Matthew, he gives me the nod. The nod to annihilate the prick. But I fucking hate this prick. He’s an abuser, not a Master or
a Dom. “Sixty-five thousand,” I say, as both Matthew and I stand. “We’ll give you until six tonight to give us an answer. If it’s no, then…” I lift my shoulders and smirk at him.
“Sixty-five? Are you for fucking real?” He stands to his feet in anger. Both Matthew and I look at him, neither of us care about him.
Matthew and I leave, we get in his car and head toward the Onyx Club.
“Sixty-five. You fucking make me laugh. I thought we agreed on one-twenty,” he says as he shakes his head.
“I have a thought.”
“You always do.”
“I’m going to do some research on who owns the building.”
“Property’s always good,” Matthew agrees.
“And we’re going to buy the building.”
“Of course we are,” he chuckles. “Because that’s what we do,” he adds sarcastically.
“We’re going to buy the building and increase his rent. The way he was back there, I don’t want to give him a fucking cent of our money.”
Matthew pulls into the parking area of the Onyx Club. It’s fairly early and none of the employees have started arriving for their shifts yet.
We go in, and head upstairs to our respective offices.
I take my laptop out of its protective bag, boot up my computer and go downstairs to get myself a soda from behind one of the bars.
When I get back upstairs, I pull my phone out and call Michael.
“Michael,” I start, when he answers virtually immediately. “How’s the apartment building coming along?”
“Moving quicker than I thought. You should have ownership within another twenty days.”
“Good. Now I need you to find out who owns another building.”
“You snapping everything up?” he quips and adds a chuckle.
“Something like that.”
“What’s the address?”
I give him the address to the Velvet Room and tell him I want the information as soon as he gets it.
“I know, I know. You want a rapid transfer. I know what you’re like now, Brandon.”
“I’ll talk to you soon.”
The moment I’ve hung up, I begin to peruse the net trying to find what I need. Matthew walks in and sits opposite me. “I swear you’ve got a hard-on for me. Can’t keep away,” I say as I keep searching.
“If we end up buying the building, Ella and I may be in Paris when it closes.”
“I’ll get it fast-tracked so we have it before.”
“Hmm,” he says as he sits back in the chair opposite me.
“Do you want anything else, or are you just enjoying my good looks?” I joke as I look up from the computer screen.
“Nathan did say he’s never had a guy suck his cock. Maybe you want to try on me first?”
“Fuck off.”
Matthew chuckles. “What are you working on?”
“I’m doing research on contracts for Penny and myself.”
“You don’t have one?”
“We didn’t, but now I know she needs more, I want to find a relevant contract so we can go through it together.” I go to my fridge, look inside and hold up a bottle of water to Matthew. “Want one?” I offer.
Matthew shakes his head. “And what if she wants something you can’t give her? Everything that happened to her is because she wanted more and went searching for it. What if you can’t give her what she needs?”
Valid questions, and something I’ve been considering. “I want to give her what she needs, which is why we’ll go through the contract together. It’ll be black and white for us to know what the other will and won’t do.”
“Dude, you’d never abuse Penny. And the girls, Ella, Bianca and Penny, they’re all ours. We all look after them and if one needs something and can’t go to her Dom because he’s not around, they can approach the other two. They’re ours to care for, to ensure we give them what they need.”
“I know that, man. It’s not like she’s my first submissive.”
“No, you’re right, she’s not your first submissive. But she’s the first one you’ve loved.”
I look at him and start tapping my foot beneath my desk. He’s right, of course. “You sound like an old woman,” I say, trying to deflect from what he said.
He throws his head back and laughs. He knows I’m trying to not answer him, not that it was a question. “But seriously, what are you going to do if you can’t give her everything she needs?”
“Nathan. I’m going to talk to him and give her to him when she needs it. Other than you, there’s no one I trust more with her.”
“Good choice,” Matthew says. “He’ll look after her, and you can be there to make sure everything goes well.”
I nod my head.
Matthew stands and walks toward my door. “I’m going downstairs to start an inventory. We’ve got drug tests this week for all the employees, too.”
“Yeah, I know. Hey, was thinking of having a barbeque weekend after next.”
“Ella and I will be there.”
“Going to invite Daisy and Jackson. I want them to get to know Penny.”
“Looks like you’ve got everything under control.”
“Don’t I always?”
Matthew walks out of my office and heads – well, wherever. “Nowhere near as controlled as I am,” he half shouts.
I chuckle.
TWENTY
It’s been three days since I asked Michael to find out what he can about the building which houses the Velvet Room, and I haven’t heard anything from him.
I’ve called Nathan to meet me at the Onyx Club and I’m waiting for him to arrive. Matthew and I head downstairs to the VIP section to watch the show.
“What’s wrong?” Matthew asks as I call Dianne over. The VIP section is half-filled, and the area we’re seated in is sparsely occupied, ensuring our privacy.
“Nathan’s coming in.”
“You haven’t asked him yet?”
I shake my head. “I know he’ll look after Penny if I need him to.”
“He’s just providing something she needs and you can’t give her.”
“Mr. Edwards, Mr. Weston, can I get you your usuals?” Dianne asks, with a huge smirk on her face.
“Yes,” I answer.
“Just a soda for me,” Matthew says.
Dianne walks away to get our drinks. “You’ve cut back your drinking.”
“I have.” His smirk is hiding something. “Trying to get my girl pregnant.”
“You are?” I ask, surprised.
“Yeah, she wants a baby.”
“Do you?”
Dianne brings over the drinks and sets them on the table in front of us.
“I want her. And if she wants a baby, then I’ll do whatever I can to give her a baby.”
“You’re fucking soft.”
“We’ve had a few false starts. Every month she holds out hoping she doesn’t get her period, and every month she gets it. She was devastated last month. Which is another reason I want to take her to Paris. She’s putting too much pressure on herself.”
“There’s always shit you can do, like IVF.”
Matthew picks his soda up and takes a drink from it. “Now who sounds like an old woman?”
“Fuck off.”
“How sweet, two love birds bickering. How cute are you two?” Nathan says as he walks over and sits on the bench seat. “Do you two hold each other’s hands, and have sleepovers, too?”
“Drink?” I offer, as I call Dianne over again.
“May I get you something, Mr. Stone?” she asks, as she stands in front of Nathan.
“Budweiser, please.” Dianne leaves and Nathan turns to me. “What’s going on? I’m not really into a threeway with you two,” he jibes.
“Nothing like that. I’ve got a favor to ask.”
“Ask away.” Dianne is back with his Budweiser and she leaves to go check on the other side of the VIP room.
“Penny. You know she’s a masochist.”<
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“I do.” Nathan picks his beer up and has a swig.
“I’ve printed up a contract, just a generic one, she and I are going to go through it carefully tonight. I want it completely transparent between us. Exactly what she needs and exactly what I can give her.”
“Probably should’ve done that ages ago,” Nathan says.
“I know. But it is what it is. I may not be able to give her everything she needs. I’m willing to learn, but there may be things I can’t or won’t do to her. If we go over her needs and her limits, and I find I won’t or can’t meet them, would you be able to look over those limits and see if it’s something you can either teach me or you can give her?”
Nathan’s nursing his beer and watching the show. “You should’ve come to me before any of that shit happened with Lucifer.”
“She wouldn’t let me help her.”
“Go over the contract with her, tell me what it is you can’t give her and the four of us can sit and talk about it.” He’s referring to Penny, myself, him and Bianca.
“Thanks,” I say, truly grateful for his help.
“Petal,” I call as I come in through the front door.
“Upstairs,” she responds.
I go up to find Penny soaking in the hot tub. Her hair is piled up on her head and she’s surrounded by bubbles. “How did you get in?” I ask her.
“It took me a while, but I need to do things for myself.” It pleases me how she’s trying her hardest and starting to wean herself off the crutches.
“I’ve got some things to talk to you about.”
“Like what?” She looks at the papers in my right hand.
“I’ve printed up a contract. And I want us to go over it together. What we both want, what we don’t.” Penny looks down at the bubbles, her face turning a soft pink color, clearly she’s embarrassed. “Hey, we need to be on the same page. Only then can we be completely functional as a couple. You need the pain, and it’s up to me to make sure you get what you need.”
Penny smiles and looks back up at me. “You’re such an amazing man to be doing this for me.”
“It’s because I care for you and I want to make sure you’re happy.”
