42. Chapter 42 Jack
Chapter forty-two
“Thanks so much for meeting me, man,” I say, standing up from my chair to greet Henry as he makes his way to our table.
I learned decades ago that Henry expects you to arrive at least fifteen minutes early to any appointment, so I always make a point to appease him. Out of all of us, his time is the most precious, and I really do appreciate him lending me some of it to give me the BDSM birds and bees talk.
Henry and I have always had an interesting relationship. While I was never as close to him as Ledger, I still consider him a brother. And I’d like to think the feeling is mutual.
“Anytime,” he replies, returning my hug before we both sit back down.
“So what is it you wanted to talk about? I will say, I’m quite intrigued.
Ledger sent me a string of emojis this morning, and while I may be a few years your senior, I am well aware of what the eggplant implies, especially when paired with a peach, a tongue, and a devil.
Now, I do hate to make assumptions, but considering your current profession, am I correct to deduce that you are well aware of sex? ”
“Yes, asshole , I know about sex,” I reply, rubbing my temples at the thought of how tedious this conversation might become.
Henry raises his hands in surrender. “Then proceed with your objective for this lunch.”
How to say this…well, Henry, you see the thing is, your sister showed up at an anonymous sex club and matched with me. I recognized her immediately, but my disguise was foolproof, so she never realized who I was. And instead of exposing myself to her, I hate fucked her into next year.
“Um. I’ve sort of met someone and…”
I give him the whole spiel… minus the part about it being our dearest Margot. Wow. I didn’t realize that when I requested this lunch, I’d be asking him for advice on how to properly dominate his baby sister.
Without her knowing it’s me.
When I finish, Henry sits for a minute, stroking his chin, deep in thought before replying. “That is rather unconventional, but I’m confident that with the right parameters, you can make it work.”
“Right! Parameters! I read about those online. We established some already, well, I sort of established them myself. But there was barely any time to talk, so I’m sure we need more.”
“I trust safe words were included in those parameters?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.
I’m not a complete imbecile. My madness ends with secretly fucking the estranged love of my life. Oh yes. And then asking her oldest brother for advice on how to do it properly
“Well, yeah, of course.”
Henry looks pleased and leans closer to me. “Alright, walk me through how you set your other parameters. Typically, a contract is drawn up for soft and hard limits, but I would imagine that to be somewhat of a hindrance considering your anonymity.”
“We were only ever able to go over basic preferences, but the club has us fill out and sign an extensive questionnaire every time we come in.”
A.k.a. I told your little sister, our princess, to shut her whore mouth and do what I tell her to or else. Jesus Christ, Jack.
“That’s a start. I would advise you to agree on some more personal boundaries prior to your next meetup and continue to check in before every subsequent scene. Really ask to make sure she feels comfortable and safe with every task you give her, both inside and outside of the club—”
“Oh, there’s no outside.” I interrupt, not wanting him to give me a thirty-minute lesson on how to be a Dom.
I need someone to tell me what to do half the time.
Margot can give me all the checklists she wants.
I don’t mind one bit. In fact, I eat that shit up.
“I don’t think either of us is looking for a real Dom/sub relationship.
Just a sexual power exchange, strictly within the confines of the club. ”
“Very well. It all boils down to setting expectations prior to the scene and sticking to them.
The whole reason your submissive is allowing you to have power in the first place is generally so they can turn off their brains and really get into subspace, free of concern and the minutiae of their daily life.
“For example, if you change your boundaries within a scene without prior communication, and especially if they’re already in subspace when you make that change, they might not be able to understand the changes they are agreeing to.
You’ll lose their trust, and they’ll be hesitant to lean into said subspace again.
Trust is going to be key in what you are doing. ”
Fucking wonderful.
“What other questions do you have for me?” Henry asks. In all my life, I don’t think I’ve heard him say as much as he has right now.
Well, I might as well go for it. Even he would agree his sister is a disobedient little brat. “What about, um…punishments?”
“I see no reason to avoid punishments. Again, as long as the consequences have been established up front, I would actually stress the importance of following through with them. Within the scene, you provide a sense of leadership to your submissive. Keeping your word is an integral part of that illusion. Anything else?”
“Nope, I think that just about covers it.”
“Just remember, maintain expectations and aftercare, what transpires between is left to preference.”
What would I give to be able to hold this woman after making love… scratch that, after fucking the ever-living daylights out of her. “Aftercare? Um, I don’t think she would be into cuddling…”
Henry massages his brows for a moment before responding. “Honestly, Jack, for someone who owns a sex club, for Christ's sake, how is your spectrum of aftercare so limited?
“Aftercare can be anything. It can be a hot bath, a scalp rub, taking her braid down if you’ve braided her hair, or cuddling.
It doesn’t necessarily have to be intimate, but it needs to be something.
And as her Dominant within the scenes, I strongly recommend you give her whatever aftercare she requests.
As long as you’re comfortable with it as well. ”
“Got it,” I say, making a mental list of all the things to ask when I text my pet tonight.
Henry sits back in his chair, taking a swig of his water in the process. “Anytime, Carter, but I do expect updates.”
“Um, sure. So do you have a sub right now?” I ask, trying to deflect the attention away from my own messed-up situation. I immediately regret it when Henry’s face contorts into an unpleasant expression. “Oh, um. I’m sorry if that was inappropriate.”
He chuckles, a smile that seems closer to a grimace twisting his features. “No offense taken, Jack. I’m not currently contracted with a submissive, no. There isn’t really enough time before…”
Henry surprises me by making the least dignified sound I’ve ever heard from him, a choking cough he plays off with his handkerchief at his mouth. “Quite dusty in here, is it not?” he asks, and I know him well enough to sense this topic is now over.
The remainder of our lunch is spent catching up on sports, news, business, and family, including Margot. I pull as much information about her as I can without sounding suspicious.
He fills me in on all the things she’s been up to lately. As excited as I am to be meeting with her soon as my masked persona, I miss just having her in my life. “I’m proud of her.”
“She’s certainly the best of us all,” he agrees, pride flashing in his eyes.
“It’s nice to see the two of you getting so close,” I say when he finishes his spiel about her recent accolades. “I feel like between all of us, you two spent the least amount of time together.”
His brows furrow as that pride in his eyes changes to regret. “Well, by the time she was old enough to do anything, I was hardly home. And I was too busy keeping an eye on Ledger. Heaven knows he needed it. Anyway, she always had you to look out for her.”
He’s going to kill me.