Benjamin “Master” Royce slowly filled an empty mug and sipped from it before turning his attention to Gregg and I. “What is she doing here?” he asked with amusement.
“The better question is what are you doing here?”
“I ran into Frankie yesterday and he said you were having him and two others run a little errand for you, involving bringing home a ‘hot babe’. I was curious to see how that went.” Ben sipped from his mug and smiled at my kneeling form. “Good to see you again Jules.”
“You as well, Master Royce.”
“So Julissa is one of your Dungeon girls?” Gregg made a sound of disbelief. “No way. No freaking way is she one of them!” Gregg began to pace the length of the kitchen floor.
“I remember you mentioning an unusual woman with an unusual name, Julissa, and her interest in being dominated. I remember you saying she makes amazing mini quiches and that she’s smart enough to be respectful and quiet, though she’s still definitely curious.” Gregg whirled and faced Ben. “But I do not recall you ever saying that she belonged to you or to Chaz!”
“That’s because she doesn’t. Chaz will have nothing to do with her right now, and while yes, I do know of Jules, as I already said, she is not mine. I do not work with her, nor have I ever played with her.”
“She’s not one of the Dungeon girls, then?” Gregg sounded relieved.
“She’s not,” Ben agreed. Ben was a BDSM instructor at Kinky Kitty, an adult toy store that featured an underground dungeon. The Dungeon was a multi-roomed basement, home to a soundproof chamber where slaves and submissives could go to be punished by their Dominant or Master, and to a couple of rooms that were used as classrooms.
“She was tricked by one of our newer Doms, Toby, who has a thing for her twice-baked potato munchies, into catering a couple of classes we teach in the dungeon and because she was respectful and quiet she was allowed to stay and watch a play scene between Chaz and Rebecca. Unfortunately Julissa didn’t understand that even though Rebecca was screaming no and pleading for mercy, Chaz had no reason to stop.”
“So Julissa spoke up or tried to get involved, which we both know Chaz hates,” Gregg guessed.
“Yup. And from that point on she was banned from returning when he’s around until—” Ben turned to me, nudging my back with the toe of his snow boot. “You can tell this far better than I could, Jules.”
“Jules? You have a pet name for her?”
“Julissa is a mouthful. Jules is so much more suiting for a woman of her coloring and demeanor.” Ben nudged me again. “Please tell my brother what it is you would have to do to be allowed back into the dungeon.”
“As you wish Master Royce,” I said. “In order for me to be allowed to resume catering events and classes at the dungeon I’d have to show up at an event early and wait outside of the store on my knees for Chaz to arrive. I would have to wait for him to pause by me and say, ‘If it pleases you Master Chaz, I ask that you use my body as your canvas. Do to me what you will and show me the error of my ways. Teach me how to properly submit to a man of worth and class. Educate me in how to serve—’.”
“Enough,” Gregg interrupted. “Julissa get off your knees, please.” He reached down to help me out but I shook my head.
“I beg your apologies Gregg, but Master Royce is who I answer to right now. He stood up for me and has fought to allow me to still cater events that Master Chaz does not attend. In return, when I see him, regardless of where I am I must appropriately show him the respect and courtesy he is deserving of by dropping to my knees.”
“Yeah well as the guy you had sex with four times in the last ten hours I’d like to be shown a little respect too! Get up off your knees—now!”
I was torn. Ben had sat down at the table but was saying nothing. I looked up through my lashes and saw him studying me. He seemed to be waiting for me to decide what I did. I could ask Ben for permission to stand, or I could do as Gregg asked.
“You know by now, Jules, that the wooden rectangular paddle is my weapon of choice. My brother, however, prefers leather floggers with knotted ends.”
“Knotted ends, Sir?” I flicked a quick glance at Ben. I’d seen a flogger before. They were mini whips with several tails that were generally made of soft leather. They could be used to hurt or to please, depending on how they were wielded. Knotted ends, though, I hadn’t seen before. I could only imagine that those would hurt regardless of how the tool was used!
I decided to stand up, knowing that even if Ben wasn’t happy with the action that he wouldn’t actually do anything to hurt me. He’d given me his word that he wouldn’t touch me unless I asked him to. I only did as he asked of me, when I was around him, out of respect and the promise I had made to him.
Once I was on my feet Gregg hauled me to him, picking me up and setting me on his lap with his arms around my stomach. “She’s mine,” he growled to his brother.
“I see that,” Ben answered with a nod. He drained the last of the coffee from his mug then set it down.
“So can I assume, then, that the sex was vanilla? No kink involved?”
I opened my mouth to politely berate Ben for asking such a thing but Gregg stopped me with a squeeze of his arms. “She was handcuffed to my bed for the first two times, but yeah. There was no hair pulling or threats or cock-sucking involved. Though I wouldn’t say the sex was ‘vanilla’ exactly.”
“Oral sex is considered kink?” I asked. I craned my neck to look at Gregg. I couldn’t believe I was even asking that but hell, it wasn’t like anything about this situation was normal.
Gregg smiled down at me, his eyes filled with unshed laughter. “You’ve given a guy head before, Lissie?”
“Lissie?” I asked quietly. I liked the sound of that. Jules was nice too, but Jules sounded more intimate.
Gregg nodded and met my mouth with his.
“I’d like to hear the answer to that, Jules. Have you ever gone down on a guy? Or a girl?”
“No, Master Royce, I have not.” Not yet, I added silently. The idea wasn’t one I was really into but if the right guy (not girl) asked me to try it I’d certainly consider it!
“Well Gregg is an excellent teacher…”
I giggled at that. How would he know that?
“Care to finish that sentence, bro?” Gregg rolled his eyes. “I think what he meant is that I have experience with domination and if you’d like to get a crash course in it I’d be more than happy to be your tutor.” He moved his head to whisper into my ear. “And if you’d like an education on how to go down on me you only have to say the word, Jules.”
I colored at that last part but chose not to respond to it. “You’re a Dom, too?” I wasn’t surprised. I’d learned about Ben’s background and knew that he came from a married Master/slave couple. He and his two siblings had all had a first-hand look at what it meant to be dominant and submissive.
“Not active the way Ben is, but yes. My basement is soundproof and I have a rather decent collection of toys and accessories.”
Something occurred to me. “Is or was Tiffany your submissive or slave?” Gregg had mentioned she liked the ball-gag. If she was submissive that would make sense.
“No. Tiffany refuses to let anyone own or control her. She just likes her sex rough.”
I frowned at that, feeling jealous. I didn’t like the idea of Gregg having sex with anyone else.
“Why is she asking about Tiffany? She’s out of the country with her current Latin lover last I heard.”
“No. She was in town for the winter celebration at the Luxury Suites Hotel last night.”
“Okay…”
Gregg cleared his throat uneasily. “I uh sent Frankie, Tuck and John to the ballroom to get Tiffany for me. I heard through a couple of people she broke up with her recent lover and was back looking for her next boy toy.”
“And you thought to score revenge on her leaving you handcuffed to the hotel bed naked as the day you were born.” Ben nodded knowingly.
“That’s what she did? That’s why you cut off my dress and tormented me with your fingers and mouth?” I laughed. “You call that revenge? I thought guys with a background in domination would be more resourceful and clever than that!”
Gregg lifted a hand from my waist to yank hard on my hair forcing me to look up at him. “You have no problem showing my brother respect so let’s try doing the same with me, hmm?” He glared at me, his until now adorable icy blue eyes filled with cold anger.
I refused to be cowed by him. “I’m sorry but I just don’t see how having sex with the woman who I guess left you feeling humiliated, hurt, and angry is revenge! I’ve watched some play scenes at the dungeon. There’s a lot more you could have done to get her back.” Scenes, or play scenes, were times when a Dominant and his submissive would put on a show for others. Scenes included some type of play, whether it was rope, knife, fire, wax, blood (though blood and knife play are not allowed at the dungeon as they’re too dangerous and unpredictable) and the participants were always willing.
“It’s about the sex, Jules,” Ben said. “The only thing Gregg and Tiffany had going for them was steamy sex. He wanted one last night of passion with her before he sent her out into the cold to wait for the cab she’d have to pay for on her own.”
“Oh.” I wondered how the sex Gregg had had with me compared to sex with Tiffany. If she liked it rough then I bet she was far more adventurous than I’d been. Even though Gregg had called me his Wild Woman a couple of times the only thing I’d really done that had been out of the ordinary was ask Gregg to take me doggy style. I’d read about that sexual position some time ago and had heard that it was a great way to orgasm. I’d always wanted to try it out for myself.
“Tiffany is in the past, Lissie,” Gregg said, his mouth just inches from my ear. “You’re my present and hopefully my future.”
Great job. Cant wait for more!
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