Chapter 5
FLEX
“It’s not you, baby. It’s me.” It is a lazy way to break up with a sub but fuck me, she’s petulant, insolent, and I pity the next Dom who finds her. I like my women trained, ready to kneel at my feet and beg for my cock.
“That’s such a crock of shit, Flex.” She’s really going to make me go there.
“This… right here… the way you’re acting, is exactly why I’m done. You don’t take direction and moan about everything all the damn time. Trust me, baby, you’re not a good enough lay to put up with all of that crap.”
“Fuck you, Flex!” She swipes her bag off the dresser in my playroom, proceeds to storm out of my room like a toddler having a temper tantrum, and swings the handbag full force, hitting my arm. It doesn’t matter that she has the strength of a newborn puppy. I don’t suffer such disrespect in my club.
Catching up to her, I gently guide her through the bar and toward the exit.
“Leave me alone, Flex. I’m going to go up to level two and find a real Dom.”
“That won’t be necessary, sweetheart. You won’t be finding a Dom in my club. You’re barred. Consider your membership revoked, effective immediately.”
“You can’t do that,” she screams.
“I fucking own this place.”
She starts smacking me in the chest, but I simply stand and take it until she tires herself out. “I hate you, Flex.”
“I’m wounded. How will I sleep tonight? Soundly, after fucking a sub who knows what the hell she’s doing.”
“I’m going to expose this place. You’re going to regret treating me like dirt.”
“If you breathe one word, you’ll be sued for breaching the NDA you signed when you became a member. I regret nothing. I treated you much better than you deserve, so hand over your membership card and get out of my sight.”
She complies for once, tossing the card on the floor before turning on her heel and slamming the elevator button. As the doors open, I can’t help but laugh at how she huffs and puffs before flipping me the bird. “Fuck you, Flex. Rot in hell.”
Dalton walks up behind me. “Another satisfied customer.”
“Hey, bro. Just taking out the trash. We really need to take another look at our screening process. She was a piss-poor submissive.”
“Lucky that we’re opening level three soon.”
“Yep. She’s a bitch. I barred her so that no Dom in this place will have to suffer her.”
“Want to come grab a drink with the guys?”
“Has your ball and chain given you the night off? Wonders will never cease.”
“Fuck off.”
“Am I wrong?”
“Yeah. There is no ball, but chains are definitely involved.”
“Where is she at tonight?”
“She and Jenna are having girls’ night.”
“Are they having a naked pillow fight? I could get on board with that. ”
“I will fucking end you if you say anything remotely close to that ever again.”
I chuckle. He just makes it so damn easy. It’s like shooting fish in a barrel.
“You’re going to have an embolism before you’re forty. I won’t look at Nad. Jenna, though… I’ve already had that wet dream.”
“Are you ever going to grow up?”
“Not if I can help it.” That gets a smile as we head for the bar. All the usual suspects are in tonight. Pierce and Ryder are having what looks like an intense conversation while Ford and Matteo are arguing over sports. I don’t remember the last time we were all here at the same time.
Eli is already working on drinks before I can even give him a nod. He’s such a great addition to this place.
“Evening, gentlemen.”
“Dropped another one?” Ryder laughs at my expense. “What are you doing to these poor women?”
“Ruining them for any other dick,” I say with a wicked grin.
“Some women do enjoy a micro penis,” Pierce interjects.
“I told Freya she shouldn’t be sharing your girth with anyone.” Everyone erupts as his face sobers. Another brother falling prey to monogamy.
“I want to bitch-slap you so hard right now.”
I take a seat next to Ford. “Long time, no see. How the hell are you?”
“Busy. I actually work for a living. How you manage to pass off watching and orchestrating orgies as a business plan is beyond me.”
“Work smarter, not harder. Or should that be… work hard.” I grab my crotch, making them laugh. If I’m not making people laugh, the silence is deafening.
“Keep your dick to yourself, thank you very much,” Ryder quips.
“That’s not what your mom said the other night.”
“Let’s change the subject.” Ford is always a peacekeeper, but we all mess with each other in good humor. These guys are my family.
“How’s the training suite looking? ”
“Gorgeous,” a sultry voice offers up behind me.
Celest.
I turn to face her looking really fucking hot in a formfitting plum-colored dress. “Hey, beautiful. Care to join us?”
Her smile is full of mischief. “Can’t. I’m heading up to the voyeur floor.”
“You should come up to level three later. The custom pieces were installed earlier today. Thanks for the suggestion.”
“What are we talking about?” She’s got their attention now. Ryder is devouring her in that dress.
“Flex showed me the training level. I suggested it might be good to accommodate scenarios with multiples. I’m excited to see what you’ve done. It already looked amazing.”
I crook my finger, beckoning her to come closer. She bends down just enough for the neckline of her dress to be flattering in this position. I pull her closer, my lips only millimeters from her ear. “Your ménage chaise is ready. You should definitely try it out.” I find her sharp intake of breath satisfying. She’ll look hot as hell up there with Pierce and Freya.
“I will. Thank you.” She smells incredible. “I better get going.”
“I wouldn’t want to stand in the way of your pleasure.”
She says a quick goodbye to everyone, but I don’t miss the flush of her cheeks, and neither do they.
Dalton eyes me as I grab my drink and down it. “What was that about?”
“Nothing. We’re friends. She’s hot. You should come watch her upstairs.”
“I’m good, thanks. Have you already forgotten that she works for me, and I’m a married man?”
“So is Pierce, but he started her little floor show.”
“What am I being accused of?” he asks, stopping his conversation with Ryder.
“Dalton doesn’t want to check out the floor show that Celest will be doing on level two. He says he’s a married man, but so are you.”
A shit-eating grin creeps at the corner of his lips, his eyes darkening at the thought. “Freya gets so fucking wet when Celest gets off. It’s not like I’m fucking her or letting her fuck my wife. A little titillation is sexy. I don’t even touch her, but Freya… holy shit.”
“I’m still going to pass on that. Again, you guys seem to forget she works for me.”
Ryder speaks up. “What does she do for you?”
“She works with my acquisitions team, scoping new ventures. When she started, she was basically shuffling papers, but she has worked her way up. She has a keen eye for potential businesses that might be a good fit for The Callaghan Group. Hence, why I don’t want to see her naked.”
“How are you a Dom?” I jibe.
“Because I fuck my sub until she can’t walk and punish her like the good little kitten she is. Trust me, she has no problem submitting to me. Here. At home. In my office.”
“Fair play. I take my hat off to you guys. Finding a sub to marry is good if you want to fuck one woman for the rest or your life.”
“Can I get you gentlemen another round?” Eli knows the drinks flow when we all get together around one table, but I have other plans for my evening.
“I’m going to bid you adieu. There’s a lonely sub upstairs just waiting for me to make her night.”
“You kicked your sub to the curb less than an hour ago.”
“Yep. Time to find a sub for the night.” I gesture to my friends. “You’re welcome for taking a hit. She was a terrible lay. Way too chatty for my liking.”
“Did you even know her last name?” Ford is Editor-in-Chief of The New York Times . He’s always ready to deep-dive on every sub he meets.
“I think it started with a G.” That amuses them. “It was in the contract. She wasn’t the love of my life. Geez.”
“So, who have you got lined up now?”
“I don’t know. I’m going upstairs to find a hot woman to bang. Don’t worry, I’ll regale you with my carefree conquests the next time your wives let you out unchaperoned.”
“Just make sure you wrap it, Flex.” Oh my God. Dalton is obsessed with the possibility of a mini Flex entering the world .
“Later, boys. Have a good night. I plan to!”
I weave my way through the crowd. Saturday nights are always busy, and patrons have been making the most of the voyeur floor. I’m in no rush to tie myself down for the evening. There’s so much going on when I take the last step. I fade into the background, taking it all in. I worked my ass off to make these expansions, and I get a lot of satisfaction seeing everyone enjoying themselves. Fuck. If I hadn’t done this level, Pierce would never have hooked up with Freya. I’m practically a kink matchmaker.
There are some familiar faces taking advantage of the view up here. Making my way to the bar, I order a drink and take a seat. Sometimes, I can’t believe this is my life. Five years ago, I was a Navy SEAL—a nomad with nowhere to call home. Not really. Luxury wasn’t on my radar, and fucking was quick and dirty wherever I laid my head.
I still like to fuck dirty but in a whole different way. It now makes sense to me that I’ve always wanted to control my surroundings. I don’t like surprises. I have no desire to be vulnerable with a lover. Vulnerability is a weakness. If you hold anything dear, you have everything to lose.
My eye is drawn to the center of the room to where Celest stands before a sub I recognize, but can’t quite remember her name. Celest unzips her dress before letting it fall to the floor, pooling at her feet. She is a sight to behold in nothing but her lace lingerie and heels. Her hair hangs down her back like spun gold, perfect to wrap around your fist.
The lace thong she wears frames her ass, and she reaches around, unclasping her bra to free her perky breasts. Everyone in the room—men and women alike—is mesmerized as she steps out of her dress and sashays over to stand in front of the Dom and sub she plans to play with.
The Dominant directs her to drop to her knees and slide her hands up the inside of his submissive’s legs. I’m on tenterhooks, adjusting myself as my dick hardens at the sight of her. Every guy in this room will be hard as steel watching her. You’d have to be dead, and even then, rigor mortis would definitely have me standing at attention for her. She’s that hot.
At his command, Celest edges closer, pushing the submissive’s legs apart. If I weren’t in need of a good lay before I came up here, I am now. The things I imagine doing to her as they begin to play—I would cane her ass red before fucking it and spilling cum inside. It’s only when he commands her to get on all fours that I spy one of the jeweled butt plugs I gave her. Fuck me.
I grab another drink and leave the bar, opting for a dark corner with an unobscured view of the three of them. The ménage chaise is going to look stunning with Celest straddling it. I’ve watched her up here a few times. She’s different with Freya than any of the others. There’s an intimacy between them, which sounds counterintuitive when they’re in a room with fifty other people.
I can’t look away as Celest brings herself to climax, a soft sheen of sweat coating her chest as she slumps to the floor. I find myself getting up from my seat—my balls aching with the need to find release—about to stride over there and pick her up. It’s not my place, and before I’ve gotten five steps, the Dom whose scene she joined lifts her to her feet, wrapping an arm around her waist to steady her.
Slipping back into the dress she so elegantly left on the floor, spectators start complimenting her, so I don’t bother going over there and instead make my way up to the third floor. It’s such a stark contrast, standing alone in the space I’ve been working on for months. The sexual energy of the crowd downstairs is gone, leaving me with only my inner monologue, which is never a good place to be.
The additions look exquisite, and now it’s time to plan a party. The one for level two was absolutely banging, so we set the bar high, and I need to live up to expectations. I wander around the room, taking note of any small details we have to iron out prior to opening night.
I pull my phone out of my pocket, and there’s a message from Jenna.
Jenna: Hey, Flex. Can you swing by my office one day this week? I have the beta version of the software for Venom, and I’d like you to test it out.
Me: Sure. You just can’t stay away from me, can you?
Jenna: No. It’s your animal magnetism and humble modesty that gets me every time.
She’s pretty funny when she wants to be. Even her texts are dripping with sarcasm.
Me: Trust me. When you see my dick, you’ll understand why I’m so self-assured.
Jenna: I’ll have my magnifying glass at the ready.
I laugh out loud. It’s not often that someone can do that with just a text.
Me: Well played.
Jenna: Thanks, Master.
There’s a little laughing emoji at the end of her text, but even seeing her type ‘Master’ has my cock twitching.
Me: Don’t play games you’re not prepared to finish, sweetheart. In a game of cat and mouse, I’m the cat.
Jenna: Maybe I want to get caught.
Me: Goodnight, Jenna. I’ll swing by on Wednesday.
Jenna: Sounds good.
I know Dalton wants me to stay away from her, but there’s only so much a man can resist. I’m trying to be the good guy right now. But if she comes at me, calling me Master—even in jest—then I’m going to fuck her. It’s only a matter of time.
This week has been absolute chaos. One of my security teams in Boston had a close call with some lunatic trying to take out an A-List celebrity while on location for a movie. I flew in to deal with it and forge a new plan for my client. Thank God my guys are good, or there would be an obituary for one of the biggest names in Hollywood.
I handpick every employee for my firm. As a Navy SEAL, I was used to dealing with the best of the best. I can identify a threat a million miles away, and that’s how my guys are trained. I guess my meeting with Jenna just got pushed back. I’ll need to make time to see her next week. The timing might be a blessing. I’m trying to keep my word to Dalton and Nad.
While I’m here in Boston, I thought I might as well drop by the local BDSM club and see one of my old friends, Theo Randall. He’s the Dom in Boston who has submissives lining up to train with him. It dawns on me that this could be kismet for Venom. Maybe I can convince Theo to come and do a demonstration on opening night for the training suite.
The last time I was here, I was quite impressed by the setup, but seeing it now, after creating Venom from the ground up, I get a kick out of seeing how superior Venom really is. I defy anyone to find a better kink club in the US.
“Flex Navarro. How the hell are you, man?” Theo greets me at the bar. “Have you been waiting long? Sorry. If I’d known, I would’ve finished my session earlier.”
It makes me chuckle as I look around the bar. There are couples fucking in every position you could imagine and some subs being led around on leashes. I do enjoy a good leash if the sub warrants it. Dalton would hate it in here. Naked submissives everywhere you look .
“Not a problem. There’s no shortage of entertainment to watch.”
He sits on the barstool next to me and signals for a drink. “It’s good to see you. What brings you to Boston?”
“Business.”
“You’re not going to try to buy my club, are you?”
I rest my hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, Theo, I’m not coming to franchise you… yet.” I’m half kidding. The location is great, and there are a million potential changes I can see as we speak. The space is big enough. I could definitely work with it.
“Never, man. I love this place.”
“When was the last time you were at Venom? A year? Eighteen months? You had a sub at the time because I remember you being all loyal and shit instead of joining in the fun.”
His smile drops for just a second, but it was long enough to know I must have hit a nerve. “That ended. She was worth keeping my dick in my pants for.”
“Jesus. That’s high praise from you.”
“I miss her. You might have met her by now. I gave her my Venom card.”
“Nice. What’s her name?”
“I don’t kiss and tell. Besides, if I give you her name, I know you’ll go straight back to New York and fuck her seven ways till Sunday. She’s way too good for you, man.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence, bro. Say what you really mean.”
“Am I wrong?” he says before slinging back his drink.
“Probably not.” I burst out laughing. Have I become that predictable?
“How are things at Venom? I’ve been hearing good things.”
“Funny that you mention it. We’ve been expanding. Added a voyeur level and just about to launch our comprehensive training suite. Would you be interested in coming to the grand opening and doing a demonstration?” Theo is an excellent trainer, so I know it will go down a storm, no matter what he does.
“Anything in mind? ”
“There’s a lot to choose from. Logan Fitzgerald will be doing the Shibari demonstration.”
“Good choice. He’s the best I’ve ever come across. He’s widely known, even in Europe.”
“What if I send you a list of what we’re going to have on offer, and you can get back to me?”
“Sounds good. I’ll definitely come down for the unveiling, either way.”
“Perfect.”
We shoot the shit for a couple of hours, catching up and reminiscing over old times. It’s nice to relax after an intense week. Now that I’ve stepped up security for my client here, I can feel the tension leave my shoulders.
“Do you want to play tonight? You can use my room, or…” he gestures around us, “… take your pick in here.”
“I’m good.”
“Sub waiting for you back in New York?”
“I am newly without a sub. The last one was underwhelming at best. I have a few prospects, but I’m in no rush to sign any contracts. Business is booming, and honestly, I’d rather just fuck around a little.”
He smiles with a glint in his eye. A knowing stare. “Not up for an intimate relationship?”
“I’d say it’s pretty intimate when you’re fucking a sub, shoving a plug up her ass, and then finishing down her willing throat.”
“True, but you know what I meant.” I’m not having this conversation with him. I’m sick of everyone telling me it’s time to slow down.
“I’m good, bro. Great even. Work is plentiful, the club is a chef’s kiss, and I have willing pussy on tap.”
“When you say it like that… yeah, you’re a lucky son of a bitch.”
“The harder I work, the luckier I become, Theo.”
“It was good to see you, Flex. I’m looking forward to visiting Venom again.”
We chat a little longer before I call it a night. I have an early flight back to New York in the morning. “I’ll hit you up this week with the details.”
He pulls me into a bro hug, laughing as he does it. “You’re getting old, man. Can’t take the pace anymore.”
“I’m younger than you. I’m the eternal playboy.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. A year ago, you’d have been fucking that blonde over there by now. You losing your touch?”
“You wish. You’ll see when you come to my kink-dom. Later, Theo.”
I head out the door, feeling pretty fucking great about my club. I definitely think I’ll be able to convince him to sell after he sees how Venom has just exploded in recent months. It’s every Dom’s wet dream. As soon as I get home, I’m going to sit down with Dalton and Carter to discuss putting together an offer. It’s close enough that I can oversee the project. I don’t have anything tethering me to Manhattan. A few months in Boston wouldn’t be so bad. A new pool of subs to choose from.
I love it when a plan starts to take shape.
“I spoke with Theo today. He’s good for the grand opening of the training suite.” Dalton and I have been handling the new level event without Carter. It’s just too weird for him, and if I’m honest, his sister, Vittoria, is a more important attendee. She and Logan have always trained and demonstrated Shibari, and I need them to participate more than I need Carter to attend. He’s fine with it.
“Excellent. What about Pierce?”
“He and Freya are good for the new chaise. I’m going to ask Celest to join them.”
“Are they like a throuple? I know Pierce says no, but they seem to be doing it pretty regularly.”
“Trust me, as someone who has watched them regularly, they aren’t in a relationship. Honestly, it’s really sexy but also very beautiful to see their friendship. ”
“We’re friends, but I draw the line at jacking off to you.” He chuckles.
“Do not act like I don’t live rent-free in your spank bank. You’re missing out, Dal. I’ve participated with Pierce and Freya before. It’s hot as fuck, but we’re not crossing swords.”
“No judgment here, bro. Maybe before Naddie came back into my life, I’d have been enjoying the spectacle upstairs.”
“On that note, I’m going to head up and watch said spectacle. Sure, you don’t want to come up and check it out? The last time you were up there was the masquerade ball. It’s a travesty. Genevieve is going to take her latest sub in training onto the floor.”
“I’m good. Besides, I’ve been up there plenty.”
“Your set of private rooms up there don’t count.”
“I’m going to do a walkthrough on level three.”
“Do you want me to come?”
“No. I’d never stand in the way of you finding a willing sub for the night.” He gives me a shit-eating grin.
“If you insist. Later, bro.”
I grab a bottle of scotch from behind the bar and make my way upstairs. Viv is one of my favorite people in the world, and it doesn’t hurt that she’s easy on the eye. As I take the last step, my eyes are immediately drawn to where Viv stands, leather-clad and dominating her sub. My eyes track her gaze to where Celest sits in nothing but a small scrap of lace.
Fucking hell . She’s so goddamn sexy. I could watch her all night long. I catch her eye as I take a seat, and her sultry smile has me adjusting my crotch. I didn’t know she’d be up here. I thought she only participated with male Doms. This is a whole other level of Hot. As. Fuck. When I take a seat, I lean back and drink a shot straight from the bottle.
My eyes rove her body. Her skin is flushed as her delicate fingers circle her clit. Her lips part as a moan escapes her, and it’s all I can do to stay seated.
Genevieve is working her new sub, but he’s not the sub I can’t take my eyes off. I’ve always known Celest is hot. We’re friends, and I’m not fucking blind, but there’s something about the look in her eyes tonight that has me captivated.
For a moment, her eyelids flutter closed. Fucking gorgeous.
Her gaze is glassy, pleasure drunk as she continues to get herself off. It’s a waste of a good orgasm. She should be screaming a Dom’s name while she climaxes. Mine.
I sit as long as I can, taking drink after drink, telling myself this is a bad idea, but I’ve never been someone who listens to the rational part of my brain.
I’m drawn to her like a magnet, unable to fight the desire that begins to unfurl in the pit of my stomach at the sight of her. I’m a moth to a flame.
She’s breathtaking, and I want to be the Dom who makes her scream tonight.