Money Man (Woolf Tales Book 3)

by Viva Gold

  “I think you’ve overstepped the mark, boy.”

  “Sssorry, Sir.” Dave’s knees buckled. My tone clearly conveyed my disapproval.

  “I can think of only one way in which to stop the barrage of word vomit currently expelling your mouth.” Davey swallowed repeatedly. I watched in fascination as his Adam’s Apple bobbed up and down. It was strangely erotic. “Strip.”

  Davey hurriedly divested his body of all clothing. He was shaved completely, just the way I liked him. “Go and lock the door; get down on all fours and fucking crawl your way back to me.” Just before he turned away his cock slapped his stomach and a bead of pre-come glistened at the tip. It made my mouth water compounded only by the sight of his high white arse cheeks jiggling as he dashed to the door.

  The click of the lock and Davey dropping to his knees made me groan. His head of curls made him look like a little puppy as he crawled under the desk only to pop up between my legs. He was grinning happily and I chuckled dispelling the tension from moments earlier. I ran my hands though his soft hair and exhaled.

  “I admit, I was surprised at how quickly the case was dismissed. I am not unaware that Sagall is not squeaky clean, but I can assure you that I have done nothing wrong.”

  Davey dropped his smile. “And if he asks that of you?”

  “Pup, he just now gave me several instructions on prospective investments – all legit.”

  “Don’t be naïve, Tal. Where does the money come from for those investments?” Davey shook his head and I tightened my fingers around handfuls of his hair causing him to hiss at the sting.

  “Hush.” I pulled down my boxers and shoved my rock-hard cock through his lips. Like the good boy he was, he sucked me without complaint. He hummed around me sending vibrations up and down my shaft. “Wanna fuck you, Davey.” He released my cock with a lewd wet pop.

  “Yes please. Oh God…” Davey was breathless with want. I saw him press down on his swollen erection. “Hurry.” He backed out from under the desk and stood up. “Like this?” He bent over the desk gripping the sides and spread his feet wide apart. I reached into my desk drawer where a tube of lube and a condom were within easy reach. “Keep your jacket on, Sir.”

  I chuckled. The first thing I did was undo my tie and retie it around his head blindfolding him. It wasn’t easy with him practically vibrating with excitement. I didn’t often consent to full on sex, but those times we had fucked had left Davey in a haze of post-coital glow so profound, I’d had to send him home. It was all good news for my ego.

  My trousers fell down and I pushed my boxers off too leaving my shoes, shirt and jacket on as requested by my whore of a PA. I sheathed my cock in latex and dripped lube into the crack of Davey’s peachy arse. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down getting it nice and greasy.

  “Now, Tal, fuck me now.”

  “Easy, Pet, let me prep you just a little bit.” I knew he liked it rough but I didn’t want to rip him apart.

  “No need. All ready for you.” Davey gasped and wriggled his arse. I took a closer look and gasped.

  “Is that a fucking plug?” I spread his cheeks peering at the now clearly visible black silicone end.

  “I live in hope. What can I say?” Davey had turned a deeply erotic shade of crimson that darkened his olive skin. It contrasted beautifully with my much paler tones and with a shock, I realised that for one very short moment a pang of regret that he wasn’t really mine. To dispel it, I rapidly turned to the task in hand. Using the ring at the end of the pug, I tugged it unceremoniously out of his arse. Davey squealed and spread his legs even further. Without warning, I lined the head of my cock up with his winking pucker and breached his body in one hard thrust.

  “Taaaaa…” Davey began to shout. I cut him off with a hand slapped over his mouth. I didn’t need the whole of Soho Square hearing him scream my name, as I fucked him senseless.

  I jerked my hips relentlessly trying to get as far up inside him as possible. Davey was writhing and bucking back against me. We were both sweating profusely, filling the room with our sounds and scents of sex. I flipped Davey over so his back hit my desk; threw his legs over my shoulders and continued to pound him until my vision went hazy. The tell-tale tingle along my spine signalled I was close. I slipped a hand between us and tugged on Davey’s weeping cock until he arched and released all over his stomach. Feeling his body contract around me was heavenly and all that I needed for my own orgasm to explode.

  “Fuck, Davey, fuck…” I was panting heavily at the exertion, but it was a fucking amazing release. The boy’s arse was so tight and hot, he was almost perfection.

  “Thank you, Sir.” Davey whispered. He was in a state of bliss and I knew he’d be useless for the rest of the afternoon. I pulled out and carried him over to the couch, dropping him onto the cushions with no finesse at all. I didn’t want him thinking I was suddenly into aftercare and all that shit.

  “You have five minutes.” I tutted – the boy was already asleep. Now I would have to endure his cute little sleep snuffles.

  In truth, Davey was adorable and extremely willing, but he was in love with his husband and although I did actually care for him, I never for one moment considered him for myself. I liked our arrangement. It was more than enough combined with my random hook-ups. Izzy could have his happy life and I would have mine. “Yeah, keep telling yourself that.” I grumbled under my breath. I didn’t know what was wrong with me lately, but I felt a change coming and I bloody hated change.

  I thought about Davey’s outburst while on another run around the park that evening. I had the strangest sensation that I was being watched, but I couldn’t spot anyone untoward and put it down to stupid Davey and his paranoia inducing worries. I spent the evening researching possible options for Doron’s finances while polishing off a delightful bottle of red accompanied by my favourite pizza. By the next morning, I was back to my usual arrogant, egotistical self, demanding a morning blow job along with the post.

  3

  It was Saturday night and I was getting ready to go to Izzy and Adam’s anniversary party. It was being held at an exclusive BDSM club that Izzy belonged to. He was a Master Dom who had gained an excellent reputation with the gay D/s community, however, now he usually only performed scenes with his husband. I wondered whether they would do one tonight for their guests. They had an interesting dynamic that was sexy as hell because, although Izzy wasn’t small by any means, his husband and sub, Adam, was a behemoth of a man. He stood at well over six feet and was almost as wide, yet he had a passive demeanour and was as sweet as they come. Adam had that whole hairy faced man-bun look going on and was an absolute stunner. Totally not my cup of tea, but I could appreciate his good looks.

  I wasn’t entirely sure what to wear as this wasn’t a typical clubbing night. Usually, I would have donned my leather shorts and harness but I thought that might not have been appropriate tonight so I compromised with skin tight, low slung black jeans instead of the shorts. I had a great pair of studded Chelsea boots that were damn sexy, and matched the harness perfectly. I swapped out my nipple rings for diamante barbells and oiled up my skin so that my muscles glistened. My chest had a smattering of light downy hair that thinned into a tantalising trail towards my groin. I twisted to get a view of my backside and grinned at the shadow of crack and prominent bulge of my bubble butt. As I admired myself in the mirror I thanked God for making me a sexy motherfucker.

  With my Rolex on one wrist and a heavy silver identity bracelet on the other, I was set to go. I left the McLaren at home because I never drank and drove, and summoned up an Uber.

  From the outside, the club was non-descript and looked like any of the other big old townhouses on the street. I had never been here before and was eager to see inside. A beautiful looking man in a navy suit and burnt orange turban greeted me at the door.

  “Good evening Mr Roth. My name is Sanjay. Welcome to the Club.” I nodded and preened slightly under his overt perusal of my body. “May I pleas
e ask you to empty the contents of your pockets at Reception before entering.” I knew the rules. It was for the safety and security of everyone present. I nodded again. “Well then, please follow me.”

  Sanjay led me through the plainly decorated entrance hall to a small reception area. I emptied my pockets as instructed feeling strangely liberated at giving up my phone. The elegant Sikh then led me up a flight of stairs to the bar area. This was where things changed. It was plushly designed with black leather furniture, lots of mirrors and glass, and thick, cushiony carpet. I thought this was a bit odd until I noticed that many of the subs were kneeling. There were a few waiters dressed in metallic hot pants and silver body paint balancing trays of champagne, with the additional accessory of a ball gag fastened around their faces that hinted at the true ethos of the place. I liked it so far.

  “Tally, my friend!” Izzy’s heavy arm rested around my shoulders. I would not rise to the bait of him calling me by my childhood name. “So excited you’re here.” I looked at him and sure enough he did indeed look stoked. “Let me introduce you to my friends.” Izzy led me through the crowds until a wall of man prevented us from going any further.

  “Adam!” I cried, delighted to see him. “Happy anniversary!” Adam bent down to kiss me on each cheek. I got a delicious waft of his cologne that lingered even after the kiss. “You look wonderful.” I took in the length and breadth of him. He was wearing a leather kilt and black Timberlands. And a collar. His long hair was braided and hung between his shoulder blades. His beard was coiffed slightly longer than mine. “Ron?” I enquired pointing to his head and face.

  “Yup!” Adam laughed. “He should be here somewhere, actually.” He gazed round the room. “Ah, he’s in the corner. Naughty Pup.” Adam started laughing until Izzy slapped him on the arm. Immediately he stilled and bowed his head. I craned my neck trying to see Ron and was shocked to note the Puppy mask, with matching outfit and a plug tail in shades of yellow and black. I had no idea Ron was into that fetish, but he sported it well.

  “And here’s Rob and Liam. Sanjay, our amazing doorman, is their boyfriend.” I shook the hands of two incredible looking men. Izzy told me they were cops in real life and I wanted to yell ‘arrest me now and cuff me’ at the top of my voice, but I restrained myself. Liam was built like a brick shit house. He was a true ginger in honour of his Irish heritage. Rob, however, while still stocky, was olive skinned with cropped dark hair. They were a gorgeous pair, and I could only envisage Sanjay enhancing their dynamic. Wow, was the impression I was left with.

  “Oh my God, Tal Roth, is that you?” A high pitched squeal assaulted my ears and I barked out a laugh. Lord Jason Greenall, in all his platinum haired glory, launched himself at me in the best impression of a koala. A very handsy one if the fingers in my crease were anything to go by. I wasn’t surprised, being very used to this man’s forward manner, however, when he dropped to the floor like I was a hot brick and mumbled under his breath, I became alarmed. Izzy guffawed.

  “And this is Remi, Jason’s boyfriend. Well, one of them, anyway.”

  I raised an eyebrow at Jason and he shrugged in reply.

  “Bonjour. Please excuse Jason’s rude greeting. He will be reminded of it later and I will punish him accordingly.” Jason gasped and pressed down on his groin at the deep rumbly Frenchman. My eyes went wide.

  “Fuck me. Have you managed to tame the Good Lord?” I shook Remi’s hand.

  “We’re getting there,” Remi answered seriously. I thought it was a shame, until Jason snorted and cursed quite audibly. Remi shook his head in resignation and I chuckled. So this was their game; fair enough.

  “Pleased to meet you,” I told Remi in all sincerity.

  “And our Angel is around somewhere…” Remi continued. On cue the most exquisite looking young man glided his way across the room to Remi’s side. Remi threw an arm around him as Jason took his hand. I swallowed hard. They were obviously a solid unit and the way they fit together was undeniably erotic. They all wore white. Remi was in a pair of white slacks with a white vest tucked in and white espadrilles on his feet. It was something only a sexy Frenchman could pull off, and he did it so well. Angel was wearing a long white silk tunic with matching three quarter length pants and white sliders. He looked as ethereal as his name. And Jason was in tight ankle length skinny jeans and cropped mesh t-shirt showing off his nipple rings. I wanted to groan and lose myself in them, but until I was invited I wouldn’t force the issue. I had a feeling that day may never come.

  “Hello Angel. It’s nice to meet you.” I was a little in awe of this gorgeous creature.

  ‘Monsieur Roth. It is my pleasure,” he replied taking my hand as he leaned in to kiss me on both cheeks. France was my new favourite country. He turned to Remi. “May I be excused back to join my friends?” Remi nodded and Angel glided back the way he’d come.

  “I don’t know if you heard about Angel already, but he has only recently come to the UK. His friends are visiting from Paris for the party,” Remi explained so I nodded in understanding. I would ask Izzy to fill me in one day. Jason and Remi looked inexplicably sad for the moment. Remi physically shook himself. “Let me get you a drink.” He motioned for one of the silver servers to bring us some champagne and I caught up with Jason for a bit until Izzy whisked me away again.

  “I want you to meet Zac, he’s an advertising mogul, and his other half Alfie, who works for him. Alfie is too cute, but a word of warning, Zac is the most possessive man I’ve ever met, so don’t be flirting with his fiancé.”

  I tutted. “Are all your friends in relationships for fucks sake? How am I ever going to get hooked up tonight if they are all spoken for?”

  Izzy frowned. “I can ask Adam if…”

  “No!” I interrupted loudly. ”God, no fucking way. Euwww Iz.” I scrunched my face up in disgust at the thought of getting naked with my friends. “No, just no.”

  Izzy huffed. “I’m offended.”

  “Whatever.” I thought he actually looked a little relieved I’d declined his offer.

  “Ah, ha, here they are.” Izzy grabbed a massive black man by the arm. “Zac, this is my good friend, Tal Roth.” He turned and a set of unusual green eyes narrowed at me.

  “Roth?” Izzy nodded. “From the Doron Sagall case?” I gasped and Izzy frowned.

  “How on earth do you know that? Izzy said you were in advertising,” I asked feeling perturbed at the man’s vague disapproving tone.

  “I am.”

  “Zac, play nice.” A curly haired man, not too dissimilar to Davey in looks, berated his fiancé, and much to my relief the sinister looking black man softened before my very eyes. I wanted to puke. Another loved up couple. “I’m Alfie Marsh. Please don’t mind Mr T, he’s not had his meds yet.” Zac shook his head and rolled his eyes, but was clearly infatuated by his partner. I wanted to ask Zac more about how he knew I was involved with Doron, but Izzy grabbed my hand and pulled me away.

  “Sorry about that, he’s usually charming. Are you ok?”

  I grabbed another crystal flute and downed the champagne in one. Moments later the bubbles worked their magic and I burped loudly into my hand.

  “Nice one mate!” Ron appeared from nowhere and slapped me on the back.

  “Ron, or should I call you Rover?” I joked with my barber.

  “Ron is fine.” He turned and wagged his butt so that his fluffy tail brushed against my bare stomach.

  “Do not,” I berated him. He whined. “Fuck off, Ron.” I shooed him away and he dropped to all fours and scampered off through the crowd. “Weirdo,” I huffed.

  “Now, now, each to their own,” Izzy scolded. “This is a safe place, Tal, please don’t judge.”

  “Sorry, Iz.” And I was truly. I needed to curb my tongue and learn to be more tolerant of things I did not understand.

  “Ah, G & T.”

  “Oh no thanks, I’m fine with the bubbly.”

  Izzy burst out laughing. “No, I wasn’t offering you a drin
k. Here come my friends; G & T.” My jaw fell open as the crowd parted and two heavily muscled men with the skin the colour of ebony approached us. They were identical to one another. Izzy popped a finger under my chin and closed my mouth. “Hmm, hmm. They do have that effect.” I shifted on my feet as my jeans became uncomfortably tight. “Sadly, spoken for too.”

  “What? No…” I whined worse than Ron. They were a walking wet dream.

  “I’m sure they’d be up for some playtime, but their hearts are already sealed.” Izzy sounded wistful. “I’ve fucked them.”

  “Oh my God, really? Who the hell has managed to bag them? Jesus, I need to be in the middle of all of that.” I sounded breathless even to my own ears.

  “Remember, just now when I said, don’t judge?” I nodded never taking my eyes off of them as they got nearer. “Each other.”

  My head snapped around to face him just as they reached us. If Izzy thought I’d be shocked by his disclosure then he was correct, but not because I thought it was wrong. On the contrary. It was possibly the most erotic thing I could ever imagine. My cock was definitely in agreement and I vowed that if nothing more viable presented itself this evening, then I would certainly consider a threesome with G &T. Maybe I would anyway. I was already leaking at the thought. I wasn’t wearing underwear and was suddenly very grateful that my jeans were dark enough not to show the wet patch I was sure was steadily growing.

  “Well, hello,” G or possibly T greeted me. My stomach flipped. His voice was like liquid velvet.

  “Mr Woolf, who do we have here?” T, possibly G, asked. I suddenly found myself sandwiched between two hot bodies with hardly any breathing pace. They both wore tight leather shorts and nothing else. I was slowly losing the ability to breathe.

  Izzy laughed. “This, my friends, is my childhood buddy, Tal Roth.” I felt them freeze.