Chapter 7
FLEX
Fuck! Celest looks fucking perfect right now. I’ve watched her before. She’s a good little sub when she wants to be. I couldn’t resist seeing her legs spread wide on the voyeur level, and she didn’t disappoint. She tastes so fucking good. I’m going to enjoy taking her back to my private room when Genevieve is done with her punishment.
I stop in front of Celest, picking up the silver plug. The emerald jewel will look hot as fuck nestled between her cheeks, and it’s going to make every lash that much more intense. It’s only out of respect for Viv that I don’t administer the punishment myself.
She tracks my every move, knowing what’s coming. I cover the plug in lube before spreading her cheeks and teasing her hole with the tip. Before I edge it inside, I run a hand between her legs. “Oh, you’re ready, pet. So fucking wet.” I take the butt plug and slide it up the length of her, the cool tip circling her clit. Her legs start to shake, and I know she’s going to come so fucking hard during her punishment. Many subs will teeter on the edge of orgasm, but my new little pet is going to get off on the pain.
Bringing the plug back to its intended spot, I edge in the first inch, running my other hand up her back. “Relax, pet. You know it’s going to feel good, although it is going to feel so much better next time… when it’s my cock.”
Her skin is like velvet, and her body shivers beneath my touch.
Pushing the plug in until the jewel sits perfectly between her cheeks, it takes all my self-control not to unleash my erection and fill her pussy.
“Eyes on Mr. Lassiter,” Viv commands. “I want you to watch him take his lashes like a good boy.” She brings the cat o’ nine tails down on his ass, his erection growing with every stroke. He moans into the ball gag, and Celest is watching him, the rapid rise and fall of her chest betraying her silent submission. She’s ready to detonate.
I can’t help myself, dipping my fingers into her pussy, relishing how fucking wet she is.
As Viv gives her sub his final lash, she turns her attention to me, “May I remind you, Master Navarro, that Celest is here for punishment, not to get off.”
I slowly remove my fingers and bring them to my mouth, eager for another taste. I turn to Viv. “I guarantee they go hand in hand. Ms. Monroe is a pain whore.”
My hands are twitching as she steps up behind Celest, reaching out to caress her ass. “Is Master Navarro right?” Celest nods in reply. “I’m going to enjoy turning your flawless skin red.”
I have the perfect view as Viv administers the first lash, the tails covering Celest’s delectable ass. Oh yeah, pet is a pain whore. She fights the urge to squeeze her legs together.
Good girl .
With every flick of the cat o’ nine tails administering the perfect sensation as Viv carries out her punishment—not that she would call this a punishment—she relishes each lick, flick, and lash. I can see it in her eyes.
“Master Navarro, will you remove my submissive’s gag, please?”
“Of course.” I slowly make my way over, grabbing the submissive by his hair, and yanking his head back to unbuckle the ball gag before freeing his hands from their restraints.
“Did you enjoy your lashes, Mr. Lassiter?” Viv addresses him.
“Yes, Mistress. ”
“How shall I let you express your gratitude? Without the gag, your mouth can be put to work.” She looks to me, an unspoken understanding passing between us. “You can show Master Navarro what a talented mouth you have.”
As the leather bites into Celest’s skin with the force of Viv’s lashes, my eyes find hers. “Do you want to watch him suck my cock, pet?” A mouth is a mouth. It won’t be the first blow job a male sub has given me, and it won’t be the last.
I can’t contain the wicked grin that creeps at the corners of my mouth. Celest groans around the ball gag as Viv gives her lash number four. I ask her again. “Do you want to watch him suck my cock?”
She manages to nod her head, darkness clouding her eyes. I turn my attention to the male sub on his knees. “Be a good boy and crawl over there. I want my pet to watch you suck me off.”
I stride back over to the chaise and run my hand down Celest’s cheek. She looks so fucking beautiful when she’s restrained and helpless.
I’m so turned on I can hardly stand it. What was a heat deep in my core has become a blazing inferno. I unbuckle my belt and unzip my fly, letting my impressive erection spring free. Fisting my cock, I don’t take my eyes off her. “Are you ready for me, pet?”
Tears well in her eyes as she fights her gag reflex. Viv gives her lash number five, and she welcomes the pain, looking almost serene as the tails connect with her tender flesh as if it settles something deep inside her. She’s beautiful to watch and doesn’t break my gaze even for a second.
The submissive sits on his heels, awaiting further instruction.
“Open wide for Master Navarro. Show him what a good boy you can be.”
I grip the sub’s hair and yank him to my waiting erection. As he closes his mouth around my cock, a low rumble escapes my chest as his tongue circles the tip.
The sub starts to work his mouth, taking as much of me as he can, but there’s no way he can take it all. I’m massive by anyone’s standards, and the thought of thrusting every hard inch into Celest makes me growl as her next lash is administered.
With my eyes fixed on hers, I let the sub suck me off. “Enjoying the view, pet?” My voice betrays my calm exterior, deep and full of promise. I might be giving her a little show right now, but it’s Celest who’ll be swallowing my cum like a good little slut tonight.
She moans against the ball, taking her next lash, and the sound is enough to have me fighting not to come.
Enraptured, I watch as Viv thrusts a hand between Celest’s legs, her delicate fingers dipping inside my new pet. “Oh, Master Navarro, she’s loving it. The little whore is soaking wet.” My entire body is a tinderbox ready to explode.
“Come here, Mistress. I want another taste of my new pet.” She lifts her hand to my lips, her sub still working my cock. I groan as I lick her fingers clean. “So fucking sweet. Now, take the rest of your lashes, pet. I have plans for you that can’t wait much longer.”
Viv moves back to Celest’s behind, lifting the cat o’ nine tails for the rest of her punishment. She struggles to keep her gag reflex under control, and it has my balls tightening. She’s fucking gorgeous.
Seven.
Eight.
Jesus, I need the mouth wrapped around my cock to be hers. I pick up the pace, pushing myself to the brink of orgasm every time the tails connect with Celest’s ass, but I don’t let myself come. Her gaze darkens as I lock eyes with her, hers almost black as she takes in the sight of me.
Nine.
Ten .
The moment she takes the final lash, I pull out of the sub’s mouth and quickly set about loosening the buckle on Celest’s gag. She struggles to take a breath as I free her hands and lift her into my arms. I turn to the eager sub still on his knees. “Be a good boy and tuck my cock in my pants so I can take this little slut back to my private room. ”
“No need to rush off, Flex. You’re more than welcome to join us.” Genevieve gives me a sly wink.
“Maybe another night. My pet needs some aftercare. Enjoy the rest of your night. I commend you, Viv. Your submissive does have a skilled mouth, but there’s another I plan to come in tonight.”
A thrill courses through me as I cradle Celest in my arms, the soft scent of her perfume tantalizing my senses. She’s exhausted, her body is like a ragdoll as she rests against my chest, and yet I want to claim her as my filthy little whore.
Genevieve opens the door for us before caressing Celest’s cheek. “You did well tonight, Ms. Monroe. Hopefully, you’ll behave yourself next time you’re in a scene with me.”
“Yes, Mistress,” she whispers, her eyes flitting shut with a tiredness that only comes from punishment. I’m sure she could drift off into a sated slumber right now, but that’s not what I have in store for her.
“Good girl.”
I carry her down the hall to my private room. I know it’s been a while since she’s had a Dom to take care of her, so I guess she hasn’t needed aftercare. I’ve only seen her getting herself off. Maybe she’s been fucking someone, but the thought sits a little uneasy. Fuck me, she’s stunning when she is on display upstairs. I’ve wanted to worship between her thighs for weeks.
She’s never been in here before, but she is struggling to keep her eyes open. I can show her around another night. I had hoped to fuck her tonight, but she’s almost limp in my arms. I want to make sure she gets proper aftercare.
I’m more delicate than I usually am, laying her on the lush king-size bed on the far side of my private room. She looks so small, being swallowed by the lush covers. I leave her for a moment and head to my bathroom.
I take a minute to grab a washcloth and clean my growing erection. If I want my new pet to suck it, she won’t be tasting Viv’s sub on me.
When I’m done, I return with an ice pack in one hand and a bottle of aloe in the other. I take in the sight of her curled up in the covers. She looks so fragile, but I know she’s a force to be reckoned with.
She’s sound asleep, her hair fanned out on the pillow. I never sleep in this room, and certainly not with a sub. I suppose this is a little different. Celest and I have been friends for years. She doesn’t want anything from me, and I don’t want anything from her.
She looks so peaceful. I don’t have the heart to wake her. Instead, I leave her and head back up to the voyeur level to grab Celest’s clothes.
My friend, Logan, makes his way across the room to greet me.
“You’re done already?” he asks with a sly grin.
“Not fucking likely. Celest fell asleep the moment I got her to my room.”
He considers me for a moment. “What’s going on there? I thought you didn’t have a sub right now.”
“I don’t. Just a little side action. She doesn’t have a Dom. I don’t have a sub. We’re friends.”
“So, you’re friends with benefits?”
“Yeah. It’s just a bit of fun. She fucking loves being on display and gets off on pain. Our kinks align, so why not?”
“Are you going to have a contract?” His wife, Vittoria, slinks up to his side, and with the practiced ease of lovers, he wraps a protective arm over her shoulder.
“If she wants, but I doubt it.”
Logan leans down, pressing a kiss to Vittoria’s cheek. “Go to our private room, Nyx. I want you in the position and ready for me.”
Without a word, she does as he asks, a look of adoration on her face.
“Be careful, Flex.”
“Of what?” I don’t see why he’s got his panties in a wad.
“There’s a reason we always have contracts. Consent. Consent. Consent. You know better than to fuck a sub without written, mutual understanding.”
“You’re reading way too much into this, Logan.”
“Don’t be stupid, bro. That’s all I’m saying. Friends with benefits is great until you add in BDSM. ”
“Like I said, you’re reading into this. I’m just going to grab her clothes and have a quiet drink downstairs before I wake her up and fuck that pretty little mouth of hers.”
“Well, consider yourself warned. I have a smoking hot wife waiting for me, so…”
“Lucky fucker.”
“Would you really want a wife?” I’m known for my commitment issues.
“Good point. I have no desire for a ball and chain.”
He claps me on the shoulder with an unconvinced smirk. “Have a good night, bro.”
“You too.” As I watch him walk away, I wonder if I’ll ever get what he has. If I would even want it. I fuck who I want, when I want, and answer to no one. Even the submissives I’ve had under contract over the years are kept at arm’s length. It works for me.
Heading back down to the bar, I spy Dalton nursing a drink. I set Celest’s clothes down on the barstool next to me and sit at Dalton’s side.
“What the fuck were you playing at?”
“What?” I know what he’s talking about, but it’s fun to poke him when he’s grumpy.
“One fucking rule.”
I take a swig of whisky on the rocks. “Rules are made to be broken.”
“You realize that’s the exact opposite of what this club stands for, right?” He can’t stay mad at me for long. “You’re a dick.”
“And you love me for it.”
“Why were you parading Celest around naked?”
“Just a bit of fun.”
“Your version of fun is worrisome.”
“It’s just a quick fuck between friends. Same as with Viv.”
“Viv is a Mistress. Fucking her doesn’t create a power dynamic.”
“Duly noted.” I change the subject. “Did you go up to level three?”
“Yeah. It looks phenomenal. You’ve outdone yourself, bro. ”
I order another round and make a toast. “Here’s to our kinky empire.” We clink glasses before downing our drinks.
“To the empire.”
We chat back and forth for an hour or so, discussing plans for the club. I don’t want to stop at level three. I still have so many ideas.
Knowing that Celest is waiting in my room has my cock twitching. “I’m going to go and get my rocks off. As much as I love your company, Dal, I have a mouth calling my name.”
“No glove, no love, Flex.”
“Yeah, yeah. Always. I don’t want any mini versions of myself running around Manhattan.”
“Good. None of us want that.”
“Don’t give me that shit. You’ll be popping out perfect little babies in no time now that you’ve been tamed.”
“Bullshit. I’ll never be tamed.”
“Say it with more conviction, and maybe I’ll believe you. Anyway, enjoy the rest of your night. I’m going to fuck a very sexy submissive. I suggest you do the same.”
His brow furrows at my throwaway comment. “Refer to Naddie as sexy again, and you’ll be eating through a straw.”
I can’t help but laugh. “Bro, you need to calm down. I get it. You’re in the piss all over your territory phase, but you really shouldn’t bother when it comes to me. You know Nad will always be safe with me. We’re fucking family.”
He runs his fingers through his hair. It’s his tell when he has something on his mind. “Yeah, I know.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” He may as well have a flashing neon sign above his head.
“Bullshit.”
“Go get your rocks off. I’m going to head home and fuck my wife. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“This conversation isn’t over.” Since his mom died, I’ve been keeping a closer eye on my best friend. I know he has Nad, and she is always sensitive to his needs, but he’s family. The only one I’ve got. He’s my one weakness. I’d lay down my life for him. If I could’ve switched places with his mom, I would have done so gladly because they were the only people who gave a shit about me. Stability wasn’t something I was blessed with in my teenage years. Not until I joined the Navy to become a SEAL.
Dal was the guy I called when I was deployed overseas. For holidays and birthdays, he has been my anchor. His mom was my mom in every way that counted. I miss her every fucking day, so I recognize that open wound in Dalton’s chest that no one will ever fill. I have several wounds myself, and I would never wish them on my worst enemy.
“Night, Flex.”
Before I have time to let myself dwell on those I’ve lost, I gather up Celest’s clothes and make my way back to my private room to wake her and fuck her into submission. Not that she needs any persuasion.
She’s still curled up in the covers when I open the door, careful not to let it slam when it closes. I place her clothes on the dresser before taking a seat on the bed beside her. I run a hand gently down her back and watch as she quivers at my touch.
So responsive.
When she starts to stir, I lean in, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. Her skin is soft and smells like vanilla, and I plan to feast on her for the next few hours.
Her eyes flit open, but she struggles to focus.
“You took your punishment well, pet.” Her cheeks blush at my term of endearment, and it’s so fucking cute.
“Thank you.” Her voice is sleepy and a little hoarse.
“Was I right? You’re a pain whore.”
“With the right Dom, I thoroughly enjoy the pain.”
“And do you have any thoughts on my offer?”
“You mean the offer you made that got me the punishment I just received.”
“Yes.”
“Friends with benefits? ”
“If you’d like.” I trail my fingers over her ass, knowing she’ll relish the sting.
“Why me? Why not just take on a new sub?” Her words come out almost slurred. She’s so spent after what happened in Viv’s room.
“Why haven’t you taken on a new Dom?”
“I’m not ready.” It’s a valid answer.
“Neither am I. What do we have to lose? You don’t want to commit, and I don’t want a sub I need to worry about all the damn time.”
“So, what are the benefits?” She perks up, and my cock strains against my pants.
I give her a wicked grin. “All the orgasms you can handle.”
“And? Everyone knows I’m proficient at getting myself off on the voyeur level.”
I scrub a hand over the stubble on my jaw. “Fuck yeah, you are… but is it as good as this?” I flip her over, knowing even the plush comforter will smart against her skin. Yanking her to the edge of the bed, I spread her legs and fucking devour her pussy.
“Flex! Oh God…” She grips the sheets as my tongue dips inside her.
“Naughty little pet. Call me Flex in this room, and your punishment tonight will seem like child’s play compared to what I’ll do to you.”
“Is that a promise?” This will be fun.
“Oh, I’m going to enjoy our little arrangement. Now, be a good little slut and ride my face.”
She begins to grind her hips as the scruff on my jaw teases her pussy while my tongue works her clit. Friends with benefits? Hell yes.
The way she gyrates is so fucking good it has me on the verge of orgasm.
When I know she’s close, I pull back before thrusting two fingers inside her. She cries out in frustration and desire in equal measure. “Don’t stop.”
“I’m the one giving the orders here, pet. Remember that.”
I circle her clit with my tongue, and she loses all control, fisting her hands in the comforter as she bucks wildly against my face. “Yes, Master Navarro. I’ll be good.” Her voice is a strangled plea, and it has me smiling against her pussy.
“I don’t want you to be good, pet. I want you downright filthy. You’ll be my perfect little whore. Understand? We might not have a contract, but make no mistake, I am your Dom when we’re in this room. Got it?” My cock aches with the need to be inside her.
“Yes, Master Navarro.” She is shameless in pursuit of release, quickening the pace of her hips as she fucks my face. It’s so goddamn hot.
“Are you a whore, pet?”
“Yes!”
“And whose whore are you for now?”
“Yours. Fuck!”
I grab her ass, knowing she’ll enjoy the blissful agony coursing through her body as I claim her pleasure and pain. “Address me properly, or there will be no more orgasms for you tonight.”
“I’m sorry, Master Navarro.” Her words are desperate. She’s greedy for more.
“Good girl.” I slap her ass, making her cry out before I bury my face in her pussy and send her crashing over the edge, relishing every drop as she creams for me, screaming my name.
“Oh God… yes… Master Navarro… yes!”
I let her ride the aftershocks, loving every moment as her legs shake and she collapses, breathless and boneless.
“You’re so fucking hot, pet. I think I’m going to like our little friends-with-benefits agreement.”
She moves to cover herself, but I reach for her wrists—so small I can wrap one hand around both. “What do you think you’re doing? Did I say you could cover up?”
“No, Master Navarro.”
“You may simply call me Master in here.”
“What shall I call you out in the bar?”
“Flex is fine. You’re not my official sub, however, if we are in a scene upstairs, I expect to be addressed in full. Master Navarro.”
“Yes, Master. May I ask a question? ”
“Of course.”
“What are the rules for friends with benefits?”
“What do you mean?”
“We’re not in a relationship. Are we free to sleep with other people? Do we have to sign a contract?”
“Would you feel more comfortable signing a contract?”
“I trust you, and we’re just friends who are going to indulge in some playtime and scratch the itch. Right?” I didn’t think this through when I dropped to my knees upstairs, so I don’t know what answer she’s hoping for.
“Right. I’m fine without a contract if you are. You’re not my full-time sub, and I’m not your Dom. You are free to sleep with whomever you choose when I’m not at the club. If I’m here, I expect you to ask permission if you want to ‘indulge’ with someone else.”
“Okay. I can’t really be here at the drop of a hat.”
“Why not?” She’s piqued my interest.
“I have a life outside the club. I work long hours, and I have other commitments.” I can tell she’s holding back. If she were my submissive in every sense of the word, I would demand she explain, but as a ‘friend,’ I don’t have that right.
“Text me when you’re available and ready to pla…” Before I finish the sentence, she cuts me off, her gaze fixed on the clock at the other end of my playroom.
“Shit. Is that the time?”
“Yes. We have plenty of time to put that little mouth of yours to good use tonight, pet.”
She pulls the sheet around herself, agitated as she gets to her feet. “I have to go.”
“I can drop you off later. It’s not a problem.”
“No, Flex, I need to go. Now. My clothes are still upstairs. Shit.” She paces the room like a caged animal. “I need to go get them.” She pads over to the door, but I’m hot on her heels.
“Calm down.” I grab her wrists and pin her against the wall. “I already got them for you, Celest. They’re on the dresser.”
She takes a deep, shaky breath. I’m so fucking hard I want to take her right now and show her what being my ‘friend’ is going to be like.
“Why so flustered?”
“I was supposed to be out of here an hour ago.”
“You fell asleep. I didn’t want to wake you. Do you have a husband waiting at home?”
“No. I just need to go. I’m sorry.” I release her, and she quickly shrugs into her clothes before scrambling to the door.
“How are you getting home? It’s late.” She stops dead in her tracks, a surprised look on her face.
“The same way I always do.”
I might not be her Dom per se, but I won’t suffer bratty behavior in my room. I stalk toward her, caging her against the door. “When I ask you a fucking question, I expect an answer. I have no problem delaying your exit this evening, Celest.”
“I apologize, but you need to let me go. Now.”
I lean down, my lips grazing her ear. “Then tell me what I want to know. Answer the fucking question.”
“The subway. I live in the Bronx.”
“I’m taking you home.” It’s a statement, not a request.