by AJ Alexander
Before I’m able to finish the robotic voice comes on to tell me my time is up. Fuck, I just hang up. I could always call back and leave the rest of my message, but I went to voicemail for a reason, I just have to hope that the message I did leave is enough to convince Mama that she needs her Baby Boy as much as I need her.
7
DANNY
I head into Pacific Beach Ale House for the third time in a week and grab a seat at the bar. This is not the type of place I like to be, but when you are avoiding your bothers, you take what you can get.
“What can I get for you?” the bartender asks.
“Whatever Amber you have on tap is fine,” I mumble taking my seat and having a look around. I stick out like a sore thumb in a place like this, but it reminds me of Layla, who has not called, texted, or sent even a smoke signal since we parted ways last week in Vegas.
The bartender places my draft in front of me, and I take a giant gulp, the cold frothy beer flows down my throat. One thing I can say about this place is it does have some good beer, not that shit out of a can that they serve over at The Mission.
My phone starts to vibrate in my pocket, I try to play it cool as I whip it out to check to see who it is. A gentle smile graces my face when I see Katie’s smiling face across the screen,
“Did she call today?” She asks excitedly across the other line. I can hear one of the twins babbling on the other line. It must be feeding time or something. Damn, I have no idea what babies do, but it seems like she always has one of them attached to her in some fashion.
“Nope, nothing at all. I’m starting to think that I fought with Charlie and the guys for no reason.” I sigh into the phone. When I got home, I immediately called Katie to apologize and explain why I didn’t stick around for her and Logan’s wedding. She has always been there for me, so I felt like I owed her an explanation.
She took one look at me before she asked, “Who is she?” and I was spilling my beans like a school girl talking about her first crush. After my voicemail, I was sure she would at least call and tell me to ‘Fuck off!” but it’s been radio silence for the last week.
“Don’t give up hope. Anyone that makes you feel this strongly must be important. She just has to figure out her shit. Amber told me about when they met at the hotel…”
“When they what!?” I shout into the phone, almost spilling my beer in the process. “You’re telling me that Amber and by extension Avery and Charlie met Layla?”
“Yes,” Katie whispers in response.
“Fuck my life. No wonder she hasn’t contacted me. She probably thinks I’m a nut case that sent my friends after her.” I rest my elbows on the bar and place my head in my hand as I grip the phone tightly to my ear.
“Have you always been this melodramatic? Calm your tits princess.” Katie’s laughter comes through the phone loud and clear, “She was going to be introduced to the crazy eventually. This way you got it out of the way, better to know now if she can handle it right?”
Katie does have a point there. “Fine. I get what you’re saying. Well, she hasn’t called to say not to meet her this weekend, but she hasn’t called to say meet her either.”
Katie is silent for a little while, probably contemplating her response. “Blow her off. She left you hanging all week, she can be left in the dust for the weekend.”
My gut twist at the thought of missing any time with Layla, but Katie is right. Although I love to submit to her will in the bedroom, she needs to know she can’t walk all over me.
“The team is getting together this weekend, you should come. We miss you.”
“I seriously doubt that, but sure I’ll come. Only for you, Katie.”
“Thanks, Danny. Although I secretly hope she calls and you have to cancel on us,” Katie says before hanging up the phone
“Me too, Katie. Me too,” I say to the dead line.
LAYLA
I sigh again as I stare out the window, I have been replaying the voicemail on my phone from Baby Boy over and over for the last week. Every time I try to bring myself to delete it, I hit the save button instead. I know that this can’t continue, it’s the main reason that I decided not to see him any longer. I need to get my shit together and quickly before someone notices.
“Who are you and what have you done with my sister?” Jonathan walks into my office, shutting the door behind him.
“Did you forget how to knock?” I turn in my chair, raising my eyebrow. He knows better than to come into my office unannounced.
“Squirt, I’ve been knocking for the last five minutes while you are staring out the window like a lovesick school girl. Did some man tame the wild she-beast while you were in Vegas?”
Thoughts of my Baby Boy flash through my mind before I can banish them. “You are so hilarious, Jonathan. What do I owe this displeasure?”
“Sister of mine, if only people knew how much we loved each other.” He takes a seat on the edge of my desk.
“Say what you need or get out, but either way hurry up and leave me alone. I have better things to do than listen to you speak.”
He smirks before he continues, “Tim called, and he has new contracts for us to go over. He said he will send them over via courier at the end of the day.”
“Call the asshole and tell him I am on the way there. I will not tolerate any more setbacks.” I stand and start packing up my desk. It’s too late to leave tonight, but I can get home, pack, and head out first thing in the morning.
“In a rush to find Mr. Right now?”
“No, I’m in a rush to regain the IQ points I lost while holding this conversation with you.” Jonathan’s chuckle follows me out of my office.
As I head toward the elevator, Penny calls for me from her desk. “I hear there is a certain someone that may be waiting for a phone call from his Mama.”
“Someone has been listening to my voicemails, hasn’t she?”
“It is my job, boss lady.”
“If you plan to keep your job, you will mind your own damn business,” I growl over my shoulder before I enter the elevator.
8
LAYLA
I wake up bright and early the next morning to hit the road. Grabbing a coffee on the way. I know that I have business to take care of during the day today, but nothing says I can’t spend an extra evening with Baby Boy in the process.
This will be the perfect opportunity to teach him his place when it comes to being with me. I need to dominate him, there is no doubt about that, but he is quickly beginning to find his way into my heart, and that needs to end now. A quick trip to the Las Vegas location of The Tower could help him understand. I hit the call button on my Bluetooth to make a reservation.
After I have everything in place for tomorrow night, I decided to give Baby Boy a treat and call him. I may have saved the email he sent me as well, my baby looks amazing in his uniform. The phone rings a few times before he answers, slightly out of breath,
“Hello?” he responds questioningly into the phone.
“Should I be jealous that someone else has you that out of breath?”
“I’m sorry, Mama.” His entire demeanor has changed in a matter of seconds just by the sound of my voice. I bite my lip to hold back my moan of pleasure, his submission is everything.
“Such a good Baby Boy. It’s alright, as long as you were behaving. Mama isn’t mad.”
“No, I just got back from a run.”
I can’t stop the moan of pleasure that rips from my lips at the thought of him being all sweaty.
I can hear him groan in response. “Don’t you dare touch my cock!” I command, getting my sense back in order. He can only whimper. “Since you are being such a good boy I have a present for you. I’m going to be in Vegas a day early for business if you would like to meet a day early.”
“I thought you didn’t want to see me anymore, I left you a message.”
My heart breaks at the sound of his voice, I want to explain the erratic changes in my emotions, b
ut that will give him even more power than he already has.
“There are things about me that you will never know, things about my past that I will never share with you. I was dealing with those when I sent that message. However, my desire to ride your cock won out this time. The question is, do you want to meet me in Vegas or not?” I hold my breath waiting for his response.
Without hesitation, he responds, “I can be there in a few hours. I just have to make a few calls and shower.”
I release the breath I was holding and respond, “Good boy,” before hanging up. This is shaping up to be an amazing weekend after all.
DANNY
As soon as Layla hangs up, I head for the shower. As I turn on the spray, I think of all the things I want to do with her since we have some extra time to spend together. I know that this might just be sex for Mama, but to me, it can be so much more if she would just let me in.
I reach my hand in to check the water temperature, feeling the water’s warmth, I step under the spray. As I soap up, bring my hands down my chest, I try not to imagine Layla’s hand trailing down my body, her nails scratching against my skin. I bite back a moan as my hand grips my rock-solid cock using the soap as lubricant stroking back and forth. Imaging that my hands belong to Mama as she grips my cock.
Just as I’m about to make another pass, a blast of cold water hits my skin.
“Motherfucker,” I jump back against the back wall of the shower to escape the cold. My erection now nonexistent, I finish my shower quickly and hop out to get dressed and pack for my long weekend with Mama.
Just as I finish zipping up my backpack, my cell phone starts ringing in my pocket. Hoping its Layla calling, I pull it out and answer without checking the Caller ID.
“Are you on your way yet man? We are waiting to start the grill till you get here,” Charlie grumbles through the line.
Shit, I completely forgot to let them know I wasn’t coming. This is not going to be a nice phone call.
“Hey man, sorry for the last-minute cancellation but something came up. I’m going to be heading out of town for the weekend.”
I hold my breath waiting for him to chew me out, but I’m met with nothing but silence. I’m tempted to call him and find out what his problem is, but I take this as a blessing. I shove my phone back in my pocket, grab my pack and head out to the garage. Mama is waiting for me.
9
LAYLA
I hear nothing but the clicking of my heels as I cross the floor in the Mandarin Oriental, the best hotel in Vegas and also my favorite. I always stay here when I’m here for pleasure, and I’m definitely here for pleasure this time around.
My meeting with Timothy didn’t go as expected, we spent most of the morning fighting over the specifics of the contract, but as always, I got what I wanted. People need to understand that things would go a hell of a lot easier if they just did what I wanted in the first place, it saves us both so much time.
“If it isn’t the she-bitch herself,” I hear Timothy’s voice from behind me.
“Do we need to add stalking to the list of your transgressions?” I turn to see him leaning against a doorway, slightly hidden. Timothy wasn’t happy with the way I handed him his ass in the meeting this morning, it’s probably best to stay out in the open.
“Someone needs to teach you your place in this world, Layla. There is a certain way that things need to be handled.”
“And what way is that, Timothy? Money talks, I wanted money and have a service to provide. The fact that I won’t let you into my pants shouldn’t have anything to do with it.”
He begins to stalk towards me, this is not going to end well.
DANNY
All the way to Vegas, I can’t get the call from Charlie out of my mind. Not that I have ever been close to anyone on the team, but I thought we had at least come to an understanding after the last deployment. Now that I’ve found Layla, it feels like they want me to choose between them and her. In all honesty, I understand. They know nothing about her, she isn’t part of the close-knit group we have, but they should respect me enough to understand that I would never put my family in danger.
I pull myself together as I pull into the hotel drive. Quickly handing my keys over to the valet, I head toward the elevator. Layla gave me the room number on the back of her business card last week, so I don’t bother checking in. As I turn the corner, I see Mama standing toe to toe with another man in the hallway. Not liking the way he is shouting at her, I rushed down the hallway and decided to step in.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” I shout as I drop my duffle and step in between them.
“Now you have children fighting your battles?” The man sneered as he steps up into my face.
“Put your dicks back in your pants before I emasculate both of you.” Layla steps out from behind me as she slaps me in the back of the head.
“Timothy, get out of here before I have to call Daddy and tell him what has been going on with little miss barely eighteen in the office. Trust me he doesn’t want to have to deal with that hitting the newspaper.”
The man turns every shade of red imaginable before turning around and heading for the door. “That’s right and don’t come around again,” I shout after his retreating form. With a smug look on my face, I turn to Mama and drop immediately to my knees.
“Now you want to be obedient? You need to learn to mind your business. Now get out of my fucking sight. I will call you when and if I want to see you.”
10
LAYLA
After leaving Baby Boy in the lobby, I head upstairs and take a blistering hot shower. Men and their need to protect does nothing but grate my nerves. Just because I don’t have a penis between my legs doesn’t mean I can’t handle my own battles.
Once I wash the bullshit of the day off my skin, I wrap myself in one of the fluffy hotel robes and search for my phone. Surprisingly I have no messages, emails or missed calls from Baby Boy, a sharp pain shoots through my chest where my heart should be. I put my phone down and grab my laptop since I won’t be having any orgasms tonight I might as well get some work done.
After a few hours of work, I hear my phone chime next to me. I’m sure Baby Boy has finally broken down to give me a call, I reach for my phone to read the message. I look at in confusion, there is a picture of a key with no message. Okay, fine, I’ll bite.
Me: What the hell is this for?
Baby Boy: If you need to let me out.
Me: Out of what?
It is a few more minutes before a picture message comes through that leaves me in complete shock. It’s a picture of my Baby Boy from the waist down wearing what could best be described as a cage around his cock with a small lock hanging over his ball sack. I have heard about these from other Dommes’ in the circle, it’s a chastity cage. It’s the ultimate form of submission for a male submissive. He is unable to get hard or have any kind of erection without severe pain. I can feel the moisture pooling between my legs just thinking about him doing this for me. Suddenly the chime of my phone interrupts my thoughts.
Baby Boy: I’ll be a good boy, I promise.
I moan in pleasure at his words. Turning back to the picture of his caged cock. I spread my legs and slide my hand between my slick folds. Back and forth I think of how good his cock felt pounding into my pussy the last time we were together as I insert one finger slowly pumping in and out, then another. Faster and harder. My wetness is leaving a damp spot on the chair, I throw my head back and moan as I drop the phone and grip my left tit, pinching and twisting my nipple as I imagine his teeth scraping my tortured skin.
I’m so close to the edge I can feel it, adding one more finger I slide off the edge of the chair so my fingers can get deeper. I hit my g-spot and moan as I pump faster. Giving my tit one hard squeeze, I slam my fingers into my pussy and push myself over the crest into oblivion screaming ‘Baby Boy’ for the world to know who just brought me to such an intense orgasm.
As I come down from my hi
gh, I discard my robe on the floor and head to the bathroom. Washing my hands, and head back toward the bed. I practically fall in and roll on to my side, pulling the covers up and over my naked body as I snuggle into the pillow. I wish I felt bad for leaving Baby Boy hanging with a cage around his dick, but that would mean I cared which I don’t, or at least I keep telling myself that.
11
LAYLA
The sound of my alarm wakes me from my first full night’s sleep in almost a week, I always sleep better after an orgasm. Reaching for the phone, I call for room service. For the first time in as long as I can remember I have nowhere to be, well except I have a reservation at The Tower later with Baby Boy. I should give him a call at some point during the day, that cage can’t be comfortable. I need to make sure he is fully functional for what I have planned for him this evening.
I’m startled from my thoughts by a soft knock on the door, I climb out of bed and grab my robe off the floor before I answer the door. Swinging the door open, I’m greeted by Baby Boy’s pearly whites.
“What are you doing here?” I say as I turn from the door, I know that he’s going to force this way whether I give him permission or not. He seems to be making a habit of ignoring my requests to stay away until I call.
