Dangerous Desire

by Sebastian Ex

  Penny lets out a small chuckle. “You’ve never questioned me, none of it. You’ve accepted me and wanted to give me more, when I was too ashamed to take what you were offering. But there’s something inside me, Brandon,” she starts saying as her eyes focus on the bubbles in the bath.

  A darkness seems to overtake her. Her features turn sad and somber. The desires that haunt her within, surpass the light and as she centers on her thoughts, I simply watch.

  This is the most raw and vulnerable she’s ever been with me, and this is where I’m going to discover what her soul craves.

  “Go on,” I say, my voice soft and low. I don’t want her to think she can’t talk to me, because if she closes off now, our relationship is doomed. She needs to be able to tell me the truth, with no judgement from me.

  “Something inside me changes. It starts off as a small flutter, like nervous butterflies flapping their wings. The first strike…the first hard strike, not the warm-ups, but when the one that makes my body jolt against the restraints happens, it’s like an emotion I can’t describe. Everything clenches, everything tightens and my heart just stops, because I want more. My mind…,” she pauses talking for a second as she takes in a deep breath. “My mind clouds over and I’m floating. And all I want is to feel that burn of pain. It’s like a craving, one a junkie might have…I’m addicted. I know it. But I crave the pain, and I don’t think I can ever be happy with just some kink. It makes me feel alive, wrong and right, elated and sad, and everything in between, with each and every strike.”

  “You’re chasing subspace,” I say.

  “No.” She looks up at me from beneath her sultry dark eyelashes. “It’s more than subspace. It’s more than euphoria, it’s…” She shrugs her shoulders and shakes her head. “More.” The word touches her lips. A visible shiver runs the length of her back, as she sits forward in the tub.

  I just watch her. Watch how her eyes darken, how she licks her lips, how her breathing now consists of small, rapid pants. Her face has a heated, hungry, intense gaze. She’s clearly thinking of the pain, and getting turned on by it.

  “I’ve been considering something,” I say, snapping her back to the present.

  “What has my Master been thinking?” She smiles at me, and winks. Brat.

  “Once we go through this contract and are both perfectly clear about what we want, if I can’t give you what you need, I’ll allow Nathan to use you.”

  Penny draws her eyebrows together and chews on the inside of her cheek. “Use, how?”

  “I’ve already spoken to him, and he said he’ll look over the list of things you need that I can’t give you, and the four of us can have a discussion.”

  “As in he’ll be my Master?” she asks in a concerned, edgy voice.

  “No fucking way. He’ll be your Sir. And I’ll be there watching, making sure my girl is looked after.”

  Penny looks down at the water again, then back to me. “You’d do that for me?” My girl looks so broken.

  I move to kneel before her. “Of course. I’d do anything for you,” I say as I brush a few stray strands stuck on her face away and tuck them behind her ear. “I love you, more than I could ever imagine.” I lean in and kiss her softly on her plump lips.

  I feel her smile as I continue to kiss her.

  “Thank you,” she murmurs.

  She understands I want to give her exactly what she needs. And if I can’t give it to her, I’ll find the best person who can.

  TWENTY-ONE

  “Michael,” I say as I answer the phone call from my real estate agent.

  “Man, do I have news for you.” It’s been just over a week since we’ve spoken, he should have news on the building Lucifer’s club is in. “First, that apartment building you wanted to buy, all the inspections are good, everything is looking on track for a closing next week. The other building you wanted me to look into is owned by an old guy. He’s got a tenant who’s behind on the rent by almost three months, and he’s looking at evicting him. He did also show interest, and if offered a fair price, he’d sell it.”

  “Can you investigate what’s fair in the area? And who’s the tenant he’s having issues with?”

  “I’ve already sent you an email with comparison buildings in the area and what they’ve sold for in the last twelve months. In the email is also the figure I’d suggest we offer him. The tenant has a club called …” I hear the rustling of paper in the background. “Here it is, it’s called the Velvet Room. Apparently it’s some kind of sex club or something.”

  I smirk at his response, because that statement tells me he has no idea about my lifestyle, or what the Velvet Room should be. “Is that right? The tenant is behind on his rent,” I say. A statement, not a question.

  “It is. The landlord is about to issue an eviction notice.” Michael answers.

  “I’ll have a look at the figure you’ve suggested and get back to you.” I hang up and look in my email inbox. I get up from behind my desk and go across the corridor to Matthew’s office. Of course, he’s not there. I head downstairs to the floor and see Matthew behind the bar talking with Dylan, one of our most senior and most loyal employees.

  Matthew catches sight of me, claps a hand on Dylan’s shoulder and walks out and over to the VIP area.

  “What’s happening?” I ask, as I flick my chin toward Dylan.

  “Poor guy, he’s fucking drooling all over Daisy. She won’t give him the time of day.” He laughs, I can’t help but laugh too. “He’s like a lovesick puppy. Asked my advice on her and what he should do.”

  “The guy’s a pussy. What words of ‘Matthew wisdom’ did you give him? Because it’ll be sure to get him kicked in the balls and I wanna make sure our insurance covers that sort of shit.”

  “You’re a prick,” Matthew says as he sits. “What do you want?”

  “I just got an email from my real estate agent. Here,” I say as I bring it up on my phone and hand it over to Matthew. He reads it, and he’s nodding his head. “What do you think of the offer?”

  “Reasonable. I think we should go ahead with the sale.”

  “Michael also said Lucifer’s in the red with rent, which works perfectly for us.”

  Matthew looks up from the email and hands my phone over. “Eviction?”

  “The landlord has started the process to issue an eviction notice. But, I was thinking something else.”

  “You would be,” Matthew says, as he turns his head toward the show.

  “I want us to buy the building, and walk in handing him his eviction notice ourselves. I’m sure he’s not going to like us there, and I’m sure we can find enough violations to lock him out.”

  “You’re like a fucking pitbull.”

  “Only when it comes to him.”

  Matthew shakes his head and runs his hand through his hair. “Can we afford it?”

  “We can.”

  “How long can we stay closed while we redesign the place?”

  “I haven’t done much research. But I can get Justin to start on it before we step foot inside. Cut down the time, then we just need to go in and start working on it.”

  “Cosmetic changes?”

  I look at Matthew and nod. “Unless the inspections come back with major issues. If so, then fuck buying it, and fuck getting rid of him. Because either way, he’s screwed.”

  “Agreed. I’m happy to put it through.”

  “Good, I’ll make the offer.”

  “What about Nathan?” Matthew asks, as he leans against the plush leather backing.

  “I think we still offer him twenty percent. But what about bringing him on board as the manager of the place? It’s going to take work to get it back to what it once was, and it’s going to mean the three of us will need to pull together to restore it.”

  “Twenty percent and a wage? He can’t leave being a cop if the money’s less. And we both know how business works. It can take a year or longer to rebuild it. By the looks of the club, it’s been nothing more
than a cash cow for Lucifer to draw on. Truthfully, I’m worried about it. Not the building, but the business.”

  I look past Matthew to Dylan and start thinking about Daisy with him. If I tell Penny, she’ll tell me to invite him to the barbeque we’re going to have. I may as well just invite him, because I know it’ll make Penny happy.

  “What if, once we know we’re buying the building, we start training staff? That way we’ll be ready to go the moment the club’s open for business?”

  “You really think Lucifer is going to go easily?”

  “Easily? No. But we need to move ahead with business.”

  “This one’s going to be interesting, my friend,” Matthew says as he calls a waitress over to take our drink order. Dianne has the night off, but Daisy is working the floor. The care she’s needed to give to Jackson has set her back with dance lessons, but she’s been working hard to catch up.

  “Matthew, Brandon, what can I get you? Your usual?” she asks.

  “Just a soda for me,” Matthew says through a tightly clenched jaw.

  “Nothing for me, Daisy. Have you and Jackson got plans this Sunday? Early afternoon, around one?” I ask.

  Her eyebrows furrow as her lips press together while she thinks. “No, not to my knowledge. Do you need me to cover a shift? I can. I just need to ask Jasmine to look after Jackson. If she can’t then…” I cut her off before she stresses herself out.

  “No. I’m having a small gathering at my house, and wanted to know if you and Jackson would like to come. Penny asked me to invite you.” She didn’t, but I know she’d be playing match-maker if she knew of Dylan’s interest in Daisy.

  “She did? Really?” A huge smile graces her lips.

  “She did.” Well, kind of. She would have, if she knew.

  “Thank you so much, I’m sure Jackson would love to come. Thank you,” she says as she smiles again. “Um, I better go get your drink.” She backs away to get Matthew what he asked for.

  “Penny asked?” Matthew says, as he pointedly looks at me.

  “You know her, she would have done that whole squealing thing once I told her Dylan wants Daisy. Incidentally, what did you say to him?”

  “Told him the universal secret to all women.”

  “Share it with me seeing as you’re the woman whisperer.”

  “The secret is easy. You know it, I know it, and Nathan knows it. Now, Dylan is aware of it too.”

  “Really?” I sarcastically ask.

  “Women are never wrong, and if they are wrong, then we tell them they’re right and they’re none the wiser.”

  “How Ella hasn’t taken your balls off yet, I have no idea. Seriously.”

  Matthew chuckles and when Daisy returns, he takes his drink and shakes his head. “Thank you,” he says as she walks away.

  “I’ve got work to do, unlike you. What is it you do here again? You’re never in your office,” I say as I stand.

  “Without me, there wouldn’t be a club, so go suck your own cock.”

  “You have a fascination with my cock. I think Nathan is right, you secretly want to taste it, don’t you?”

  “Fuck off,” he says, as he swings his arm on the back of the seat and turns to watch the show.

  Chuckling, I walk toward the bar and motion for Dylan to come over.

  “Everything okay, Mr. Edwards?”

  “Sunday afternoon, about one, can you come to my house?”

  “Did I do something wrong?” he asks, as he nervously flings the bar towel over his shoulder.

  “Don’t do that, Dylan. It makes you look like a common bartender. No, you’ve done nothing wrong. I’m having a get-together and I want you there.”

  “Yeah, I’d love to. Thank you.”

  “I’ll text you the address.” I walk away and go back up to my office.

  It’s late and I know Penny will be in bed.

  She’s been pushing herself hard and trying to get around as much as she can without the crutches. She makes me so proud to be her Master.

  I strip off and have a quick shower as my girl sleeps cuddled in the middle of our bed.

  When I get in behind her, she moans softly and wiggles her butt against me. Even in her sleep she recognizes me as her Master. “How was work?” she says as she slightly turns her head toward me.

  I don’t say anything. I kiss her naked shoulder. My left hand trailing down to her hip. I know the moment she fully wakes because the breath catches in her throat, and a cry of want trickles out.

  “Shhh,” I say, as I move myself closer behind her. Parting her ass cheeks I nestle my cock to just rest there on her ass.

  “Mmm,” she moans, as she tries to push back onto my cock. But I’m not lubed up yet.

  “Shhh,” I say once again as I lay kiss upon kiss all down her neck and shoulder, and I move so I can lick, and kiss the length of her spine. I get to the beautiful dip in the small of her back, and I bite the top of her ass cheek. Sinking my teeth deep into her soft, plush skin.

  A small luscious groan reverberates through her entire body. A shiver overtakes her as a whispered secret falls once again from her full lips.

  I bite Petal’s other cheek, harder, allowing her the pain her mind and body crave. I knead her ass cheeks in my hand as I move further down, biting hard before lapping at the abused skin. Petal greedily grinds her ass against my face, wanting the hurt to continue, increase.

  She’s still not ready to be used in the way she craves, but pain is what she needs, so pain is what I’m going to give her. With my teeth and mouth.

  My tongue hungrily laps at her taut skin, then I sink my teeth into her plush globe. Another gasp of air comes from Petal followed quickly by her cheeks clenching together.

  I move and nibble over her other butt cheek. Small pinching nips preparing her, warning her the next is going to hurt. Moving my left hand to find her how slick her tight little cunt is, I bite, with pressure, as I slide two fingers into her pussy.

  She cries out in pain, and quickly follows it with a sob of pleasure. “More,” she whispers.

  I lean over and get the lube from the top drawer of my bedside table. “Stay still,” I say as get up out of the bed and squirt lube onto my hand, rubbing it on my achingly hard cock. “Give me your hand,” I say to Petal. She turns and places her warm hand in mine. “I’m going to help you up, I want you to sit on me.”

  “Yes, Master,” she says, falling into her submission so elegantly.

  Holding onto her hips, I sit on the bed and guide her toward my cock. “Lean back and hold your ass cheeks open for me, show me how much you want me to fuck this tight little ass.”

  “God, yes, Master,” she says. Her fingers grab her cheeks, and she spreads them as wide as she can. Exposing her perfect little ass to me. Her puckered hole looks so deliciously tight, and suddenly I find the ravenous part of me needs to be submerged deep inside her ass.

  I guide her, my cock head just rimming her. “Relax,” I say as I kiss her back. Her ass is divinely red with my teeth marks all over it. I ease the head of my cock into her ass and Petal tries to push back, “Relax,” I say again, easing her.

  Stilling myself, I wait until I feel her soften, then I guide her further down, slowly taking me in. I look down to see where we’re joined, my cock in her ass. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say looking at Petal’s perfect ass, red from my bites.

  I start moving her hips, back and forth and slightly up and down.

  Tiny, winded breaths are coming from Petal, almost like a soft purr. I let go of her right hip and snake my hand into the base of her hairline. Pulling her head to the right I watch as her mouth opens to an O and her tongue darts out to lick her lips. Her eyes are closed though her forehead is scrunched up as she concentrates on me fucking her ass.

  Damn she feels so good. She’s so warm. And so tight. I kiss up her spine and she releases a rasp of breath.

  Carefully I stand, holding onto her and turn us around. My cock in its home, still inside her
ass. “Hands on the bed, bend at the waist.” Petal does as I ask. I tap her leg out, giving me a better stance as I stand behind her. “If it hurts, you have to tell me.”

  “I will, Master. Please use me,” she begs.

  I lace my hand back into her hair, and push her head into the mattress. Her ass is in the air, her head and tits smashed against the bed.

  And I move my hips, fucking her. I’m possessed, I’m lost in her fevered, tight asshole. I pull out and spank her. Hard. My hand print immediately brightens her ass. I spank her again on the same spot, the sting certain to drive her to the edge. I spank her a third time, harder again.

  “Yessss,” she hisses into the mattress.

  I thrust deep into her already stretched and prepared ass. Taking her in one move. I lean over her body, and whisper, “You’re such a greedy pain slut.”

  “Your greedy pain slut,” she says, as I worship her ass as hard as she can take it.

  Pulling out, I spank her other butt cheek. Her skin instantly changes color, the red such an alluring sight. I spank her harder, the sound echoing in our room, her cries for more coming out in quick rapid succession. Just my hand descending on the soft, abused skin.

  “Moooore,” she shamelessly begs. “Please, Master, I need more.” I alternate my target between her two butt cheeks. “Please,” she prays. “Please, please, Master.”

  I spank her again. Her ass is red, tomorrow it’ll have the appetizing light purple markings of a good spanking. I sink two fingers back into her pussy. She’s so fucking wet, her arousal not only coating my fingers but also the bed sheets.

  “So greedy,” I say as I move behind her with my fingers driving inside her.

  “Yes, I’m greedy. Please, Master.”

  “Quiet, Petal, or I’ll slip a ball gag in your mouth.”

  I feel her cunt contract around my fingers with her reaction to my words. I move my fingers, and she moans as she desperately tries to milk my fingers with her pussy.

  I spank her ass cheeks again, “Ahhhh,” she screams from the pain. And I sink my cock back into her ass, which is eagerly awaiting its Master.

  Holding onto her hips, I grind against them. My cock plunges fully into her, completely buried in her starved, tight ass.