Chapter 9
FLEX
Celest has me in knots. I know I said friends with benefits and no strings attached, but by the very nature of our lifestyle, I assumed that included aftercare. Tonight is the first time in all my years as a Dom that I haven’t provided full aftercare to the submissive I bedded. Shit . We didn’t even fuck.
Maybe I was wrong, and it can’t be as simple as I thought it could. She used her safeword to avoid talking to me— her fucking safeword. I pride myself on being able to read people, but Celest is like a vault.
The ride back to my penthouse was glaringly silent. Russell has seen and heard far worse than he did tonight, but my lack of jovial banter tells him everything he needs to know. By the time I reach my place, the last thing I want is to be alone with my thoughts.
As I twist the lock, my phone buzzes in my pocket. Tossing my keys on the nearest surface, I pull out my phone, surprised to see Celest’s name pop up.
Celest Monroe: I’m sorry.
Me: For what ?
I’m not trying to be a dick. I genuinely want to know why she’s apologizing to me.
Celest Monroe: I didn’t want to turn you away.
Me: Then why did you?
Celest Monroe: It’s complicated.
Me: You don’t owe me an explanation, pet.
Celest Monroe: Why do I feel like I do?
Me: I can’t answer that. Only you can. We’re not contracted.
Celest Monroe: I know.
Me: Maybe friends with benefits is a bad idea.
I wait for her reply, but it doesn’t come. It’s a lesson in self-control not to push for a response.
Dropping my phone on the couch, I head for my bedroom and start peeling off my clothes. When I turn the dial on the shower, the glass starts to fog, and tendrils of steam snake their way to the mirror. I stare at my reflection as it begins to fade. I’m not sure who the guy in the mirror is. He’s not the Dom I purport to be, and he’s not the commander I was in another life.
I don’t recognize myself as I wipe my hand across the mirror, only to have the steam engulf it almost immediately.
Stepping into the shower, the water is so hot it hurts, but I stand beneath it, taking every scorching drop, forcing myself to feel something. Anything.
Maybe I made a mistake. I need complete control in all aspects of my life. It’s how I get up every morning and breathe in and out. Structure is essential. It’s why I joined the Navy straight out of school. I had no rules as a teenager. No one who gave a damn about me. I knew I was heading down a path that would end with me in jail or dead.
When I met Dalton, I was harsh—hardened by so many losses. He became my family, and I thank God every day that he and his mom came into my life. Now that his mom is gone, Dalton is the only family I’ve got.
I brace my hands on the steamed-up shower glass, pushing down the emotions fighting to break through.
Calm. Controlled.
The second I step out of the shower, I wrap a towel around my waist and run my hands through my hair. I’m still agitated after my interaction with Celest. The Dom in me is on the prowl without giving her the care she needed. I’m like a caged animal, full of primal energy and ready to pounce.
Throwing on a pair of low-slung gray sweatpants, I pad down the hall and back into the living room, where my phone sits taunting me. Grabbing a beer from the refrigerator, I head for the couch and put on the television, pretending I don’t want to check to see if Celest responded to my last message. It’s pathetic.
I get twenty minutes into an episode of Brooklyn Nine-Nine before I give in and pick up my phone.
Fuck!
Celest Monroe: I don’t need aftercare from a friend. I need you to fuck me hard and punish me harder. No feelings.
My cock is rock solid in seconds. Jesus, I was not expecting that. I’m going to have to rub one out because the ache in my dick is way too intense to let it subside. I know Celest has a dirty mouth in the club, but fuck me, she just made me intent on getting her back in my playroom.
Me: And if I insist on aftercare?
Celest Monroe: Depends.
She’s a feisty little minx.
Me: On what? You can tell me what you want, pet, but I’ll take care of you because I’m in charge here. Contract or not, I’m the fucking Dom, and don’t you forget it.
I await the flashing dots. They come and go, but nothing comes through. I certainly won’t initiate any further interaction on the matter. If she can’t agree to my terms, then this arrangement is a non-starter.
I’m still hard when I set my phone down and slide my hand beneath the waistband of my gray sweats, taking my cock in hand. Fuck! I imagine how good her lips are going to feel wrapped around my dick because, make no mistake, she will beg me for it.
I fist the base, letting out a hiss as sensation takes over. I drop my head back against the couch, my other hand pushing my sweats down just enough to let my erection spring free. As I close my eyes, I picture Celest on the voyeur floor, gloriously naked with her legs spread wide for everyone to see. She’s such a filthy little submissive in need of punishment.
Picking up the pace, I remember how fucking good she looked over my knee in the car. How she let go, happy to give my driver a show. I know a lot of guys get jealous when it comes to lovers, but I fucking love having other people know what’s mine. They can look, but they can’t touch without my permission.
Her pretty little pussy tasted so good. I imagine lying beneath her, letting her ride my face with wild abandon. I’m so fucking close.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
I ignore my phone, chasing release to alleviate the aching desire.
“ Fuck. I’m going to make you pay for this, little pet. Christ! ” I come harder than I ever have at my hand. My cum surges up my chest as I ride out the aftershocks. My breathing is still erratic when I lift my phone to see Celest’s name.
Celest Monroe: Yes, Master Navarro.
Three little words that make my dick hard again. It’s better than any drug—hearing a woman submit to me. Hell, written in a text is enough to leave me wanting to fucking impale her with my cock.
Me: I want a date and time you are available to meet me this week. If you’re so much as a minute late, you’ll be punished.
Celest Monroe: Is that a threat or a promise? It’s definitely not an incentive to behave.
Me: It’s a promise. I’ll take you where I want when I want, and your punishment is a guarantee.
Celest Monroe: I look forward to it Master.
Me: I want a time from you first thing in the morning, pet. Don’t make me wait.
Celest Monroe: As you wish, Master.
I wait a few minutes before I answer.
Me: Are you okay?
The fact that we’re friends has me confounded. I already care about her in a way that I never have with any of my submissives. I genuinely want to know she’s all right with this.
Celest Monroe: You may be the Dominant when it comes to sex, but I need you to understand that my personal life is off-limits.
Me: Why are you so defensive?
Celest Monroe: Do we have a deal? I mean it, Flex. I’ll be your plaything within the walls of Venom, but that’s it. You’re not having a driver bring me home. We’re not going to discuss all the ways my life is fucked up.
Me: Celest, we’re friends. I just want to make sure you are safe when you’re traveling home.
Celest Monroe: No. We’re not doing this. Goodnight, Flex.
Me: Understood.
I don’t have time for this shit. I wanted an easy lay without the entanglements of taking on a new submissive. This is already more complicated. I’ll just go to the club tomorrow and find a willing sub for the night. Clearly, it’s better to watch Celest than try to fuck her.
I jump back in the shower to clean myself before heading to bed. When sleep finds me, it’s fitful at best, peppered with past mistakes and the women who’ve come and gone in my life, even when I didn’t want them to.
“What’s up with you tonight?” Ryder pulls up a barstool beside me and signals Eli for his usual.
“Nothing. I’m fine.”
“Bullshit.” Ryder and I have known each other for years. He knows when I’m not on form. “It’s either about pussy or work. Which is it?”
“The former.”
“Whose pussy are we talking about?” For some reason, I don’t want to discuss Celest like she’s nothing more than willing pussy.
“It doesn’t matter. I’m not hitting it. Once I throw back the last of this whisky, I’m going upstairs to the voyeur floor. Are you coming up?”
He slaps me on the back. “I hate to tell you, Flex, but you’re not my type.”
“I’m everyone’s type.” I laugh.
“There won’t be any room for me up there with your giant ego.”
“Yep. The only thing bigger than my ego is my cock. ”
He can’t help but laugh. “I’m going to my private room tonight, so I suppose I’m going to miss out on staring at your trouser snake.”
“Your loss, Ry.”
“I’m sure I’ll survive.” He heads toward the private hallway, and I sling back the last of my drink before going upstairs.
As I ascend the stairs, I take off my cufflinks and slip them into my pocket before rolling up the sleeves of my crisp white shirt. Some lucky sub is getting punished tonight, but she’ll be rewarded with a mouthful of my cock.
When I scan the room, I see a pretty little blonde at the bar. Her eyes catch mine, and I know she’s on the prowl. I’ve seen her up here before, but there’s usually a Dom at her side. As I weave my way through various scenes and an orgy of eight, I’m met with a familiar sight—Celest is naked with her legs stretched wide as she gazes into her best friend’s eyes from the chair she straddles. Freya likes to involve Celest in her scenes with Pierce. He won’t let her mouth go lower than Freya’s tits, but fuck me, she looks hot. Pierce has Freya riding his cock as Celest teases herself, circling her clit for everyone to see. When she’s on the brink of climax, she holds her fingers out before Pierce permits Celest to taste her arousal.
“Come here, Celest. Lick her fingers clean. Then you can taste your own arousal.” He holds her gaze as she sashays over and sucks on Freya’s fingers. “Do you know what a privilege it is to taste what’s mine?”
“Yes, Master Harrison.”
When she’s done, I watch enraptured as she slides a hand down her body, dipping between her legs and thrusting two fingers inside herself. Jesus Christ, she is such a dirty girl. I’m not the only one mesmerized by Celest as she chases her release.
Her hair cascades down her back, her pert nipples pebble, and a soft sheen covers her perfect skin. I want to fuck her so hard she’ll be struggling to walk the next day.
With my eyes firmly on Celest, I make my way over to Pierce as he fucks Freya. “She looks lonely, bro. I think she could use my dick in her mouth. The second she finishes, I want her in my private room. You cool with that? ”
“Yeah.” His breathing is labored as he fights to hold back the inevitable ecstasy. “She’s not my sub.”
As I turn to see Celest, my dick is so hard it’s painful. She tries to avoid my gaze, but it’s futile. I have her in my sights, and I fucking want her. “Good evening, pet.”
A visible shiver runs down her spine.
“Master Navarro.” My name is a sensual caress on her lips—sultry and dripping with sex.
“Yes, pet…”
“I can’t.” She groans as her fingers delicately circle her clit. “I am Master Harrison’s…”
I lean in, brushing my lips against hers. “He gave me permission to fill your sweet little mouth with my cock with your consent.” She groans as I dart my tongue out to tease hers.
I pull back just enough to make eye contact with her. “You said we’re not doing this. Tell me, pet, do you want to taste my cum?” Her moan has me on the verge of shooting my load as she licks her lips.
“Yes, Master Navarro.”
I fist my hands in her hair, tugging her head back. “Then beg for me, pet.”
I’m rewarded with her sharp intake of breath. I release her before stepping back just out of reach. Her eyes go straight to my crotch. “Please, Master Navarro, let me suck your cock.”
Undoing my belt achingly slow, I take control. “Get on your knees.” I watch enraptured as she stands from the chair, naked and unashamed, before dropping to her knees.
“Open.” My voice is a low rumble as I push my pants down just enough to let my erection spring free.
“My legs or my mouth, Master Navarro?” she says, enticing me as her eyes find mine. She’s a minx.
“Both, you little slut.” She does as she’s told, and it’s a thing of beauty. Celest loves all eyes on her, including mine.
Fisting the base of my cock, I step forward and brush the tip against her lips. “You stopped begging. Maybe you don’t want it enough. ”
She spreads her legs as wide as they’ll go before looking up at me through hooded lashes. “Please, Master Navarro. Please let me taste your cock. I beg you. I need it.”
“Have you been a good little girl? Do you deserve it?”
“No, but I beg you to let me anyway.” I falter for a second at her answer. There’s a fleeting sadness in her eyes. “I’ll take every inch of you and swallow every last drop of your cum. Please, Master Navarro.”
Pushing the questions I want answered to the back of my mind, I grab her by the hair and yank her head back. “Not until I watch you come. Let Freya watch your little show, and then you’re mine. I’m taking you to my private room, and you’re going to let me fuck you like a good little slut. Got it?”
“Yes, Master Navarro.”
“Good girl.”
I leave my cock on display, letting her see what she does to me as she brings herself to orgasm. It takes everything I have to let her finish without me. I want her pleasure. I want to be selfish and take my own as she willingly gives me hers.
The second she crashes over the edge, I scoop her into my arms, making it impossible for her to ride the aftershocks as her body shakes against me. I grab her dress off the chair and drape it over her. I don’t need Dalton giving me shit again for walking through the bar with a naked sub.
Celest writhes in my arms, rubbing her legs together to find relief, but she can wait. “If you want to be fucked tonight and sate your body’s cry for more, I suggest you stop wriggling, pet.”
She doesn’t answer, instead letting a soft, sexy moan escape her. She’s a lesson in restraint for me right now. I can’t get her to my playroom fast enough.
“Reach into my back pocket and swipe the card.” Her movements are lethargic as she does what I ask. “Are you too tired?”
“No.”
I set her down on her feet before slapping her ass. “Address me properly, pet. ”
“No, Master. I’m not too tired for you.” A sudden spark dances in her eyes.
“Right answer.” My lips crash down on hers in an urgent kiss—a fierce fuck as our tongues twist and tangle. I groan as she fists her hands in the back of my shirt. I’m hungry for her, and yet I don’t want to rush, but as her slight body presses against me, my cock strains in my pants, desperate for more.
“Oh God. Master! Yes.”
I slip my hands into her hair, holding her steady as I explore, holding her just where I want her. “Fuck.”
“Please.” One word is my undoing.
I lift her and walk over to the bed, setting her down as I grudgingly break our kiss just long enough to get a condom out of my back pocket. “Spread your legs, pet.”
She crawls up the bed and turns to face me, watching with a wicked grin as I undress, unleash my cock, and tear open the foil wrapper before rolling the condom on.
“Like what you see?” Her legs drop open in reply. Fuck me. I wanted to make her work for it, but I need to be inside her. Now.
“Tell me, pet. How badly do you want me to fuck you right now?”
“I want your cock, Master.”
“Whether you like it soft and slow or hard and fast doesn’t matter right now. All I need is your consent because once I take your sweet little cunt, I won’t be able to stop. Say it. Say you want my cock inside you, Celest.”
“I want your big, hard cock inside me, Master.”
I swear my vision darkens as she bites her bottom lip, her hands cupping her breasts, kneading them as I crawl onto the bed between her legs. “Do you have any idea how hot you are when you let everyone watch you get off? The sight of your hand dipping between your legs, your naked cunt slick as you finger fuck yourself. It’s enough to drive any man insane.”
“Then, fuck me… Master, and make it hurt.”
Jesus. I’m over her in seconds, positioning myself at her entrance before taking her in one sharp, hard thrust. “You’re so fucking tight. Relax, Celest. Give yourself a moment to adjust.” I know she’ll be sore tomorrow, but she wants it that way. I want her thinking about my cock. A shudder runs through my body as I sink balls deep inside her. She feels too good.
“Flex…”
I lean in, nipping her earlobe with my teeth with just enough bite to make my point. “Fucking address me properly when my dick is inside your greedy little cunt.” It takes everything I have to stay still. To deprive her of the thrust of my hips she wants so badly.
“Please… Master. I’m begging you to fuck me.”
I pull back just enough to capture her lips with mine as I begin to move. As we find a rhythm together, I deepen our kiss, greedy for more of her. Her mouth tastes as sweet as her pussy—addictive if I were capable of such feelings. Her tongue brushes against mine, so soft compared to the harshness of every circle of our hips.
“Fuck, pet.” She swallows my groan, wrapping her legs around my waist as she scratches down my back. I brace my hands on either side of her, thinking of anything else right now. I don’t want to shoot my load in two minutes. This isn’t usually a problem for me, but something about the juxtaposition of the tenderness of her lips and the vigor of our bodies as we chase release has me in sensory overload.
I want to fuck her all night long, but I know she needs to be punished. Not because I’ll enjoy it—which I really fucking will—but because she needs it. She craves domination. I’ve noticed her demeanor change in recent months. The more she puts herself on display on the voyeur floor, the more closed off she seems outside of those scenes.
“Yes… oh God… Master… I… I’m so close.”
Under any other circumstance, I’d be drawing this out, but I need it just as much as she does. I don’t even know why. The desire to command her pleasure is visceral.
We become animals with a primal need to rip release from each other’s bodies. “That’s it, pet. Take it all. ”
She grabs my hair, tugging me down as her lips find mine, and we crash over the edge together, my orgasm hitting so hard it’s borderline painful, and I fucking love it.
“Fuck. Celest! ”
She screams my name as we ride the aftershock, a sheen of sweat covering our skin as we collapse into a heap of tangled limbs.