Chapter 12
FLEX
Celest and I have been spending more time together outside the club, but always in a public place. She seems reticent to even come to my place for dinner, and I don’t know why. I’m quickly losing control of this arrangement, and I’m not even sure I want to pull it back in line.
Tonight is easy. We’re meeting at the club, and we have no problems when it comes to sexual compatibility. She’s probably the most compatible sub I’ve ever had, and we don’t even have a contract yet. I think it’s time to broach the subject, but whenever I think it’s the right time to discuss it, she distracts me with her body or that filthy mouth of hers. I’ve never been one for phone sex or sexting, but shit, Celest knows what she’s doing. Saturday nights are the only time we can act on all that pent-up sexual tension, but I always make sure I drop her home knowing who fucking owns her pussy. I can guarantee that she’s sore every Sunday morning, just the way she likes it.
I offered to pick her up, but she insisted on taking the subway. The only reason I let it slide is because I told her I’m driving her home. This is another reason I’m beginning to think we need a signed contract. A nonnegotiable for me will be having her driven home after work at night, and I’ll take her myself on the weekends. I’m not even comfortable with her riding the subway during the day, but I’ve been taking baby steps. It’s time to make this official.
I’m sitting drinking a Coke when Ryder comes striding into the bar. “I hear you kept things almost completely PG at the restaurant a few weeks back. Are you losing your touch, Flex?” he jests.
“I’m starting to wonder that myself.”
“Fuck. We need drinks if we’re going to delve into the fall of Flex Navarro.”
“Shut up. Where the hell have you been? I haven’t seen you in ages.”
“Work. Planning to open a new location. I’m just deciding where I want it to be.”
“Hear me out. What if you opened a restaurant in here?”
“What?”
“The clientele isn’t exactly afraid to spend money. We don’t have anywhere to sit and have a proper meal. Patrons come in here after work and after they’ve paid some other establishment for dinner. We still have a number of floors available. I have plans for some of them already, but you could do a rooftop on this building. It could be amazing.”
“Flex, you’re not just an ugly face.” He claps me on the back. “I might take you up on that. Let me run some figures.”
“Your jealousy of my chiseled features is sad.” We both laugh as Ryder signals Eli for drinks.
“What are you drinking? Jack and Coke?”
“Just the Coke.”
Ryder pretends to fall off the barstool. “What the fuck have you done with my friend, you imposter?” Eli lets out a belly laugh.
“I’m going to drive Celest home tonight.”
“That makes sense. You want to fuck her in the car, and Russell would cramp your style.”
“It’s cute that you think I wouldn’t fuck her with him in the car. He does enjoy listening to her take punishment like a good girl.”
“Fucking hell. I don’t know how you do it. I’m all for fucking like there’s no tomorrow, but I have no desire to have sex in front of people.”
“And yet you love to watch. Surely, it gives you a window into why we enjoy it?”
“Yeah. I love watching. It gets me hard as fucking steel, but I’m not going to whip out my cock and join in.”
“You’re missing out,” I say, taking a sip of my nonalcoholic drink. Ryder’s response has me wondering if I drink too much. I work, rest, and play in this building for the most part and usually with a drink in my hand.
“I’m with you, Ry,” Eli interjects. “I’m man enough to admit that I don’t think I could perform with a whole bunch of strangers staring at me.”
“So, it would be fine with people you know?” That one trips him up.
“No. I’m vanilla. I like to fuck a woman when we’re alone in a room. Bathroom stall at worst. I prefer to keep my sex life in an apartment. Hers or mine.”
“For my birthday, can you give yourself to Viv for the night? It would give me great pleasure to see her eat you alive.” Ryder and I descend into uncontrollable laughter.
“I’m going to take a hard pass on that one. Anyway, why aren’t we talking about your love life? Aren’t you dating Celest now?”
That gets Ry’s attention too. “Great question. Are you guys the next Venom sweethearts?”
“For a start, please never use that phrase again. I’m second-hand embarrassed for you. Second… none of your damn business.”
“ Shit ,” Ryder exclaims. “You’re into her. Fuck me.”
“No thanks. Your balls always slap my chin.” We almost got Eli for a second there, but I couldn’t keep a straight face.
“Golden retort.” Ryder is laughing so hard I think he might accidentally snort his drink.
“Celest and I have fucking glorious sex. She could definitely drop me to my knees.”
“Good to know.” Her voice is like velvet as she leans over my shoulder and presses a kiss to my cheek. “I’m definitely going to take you up on that one, Master Navarro.”
I immediately pull her round and into my lap. “You snuck up on me there, pet. I was just making them jealous that I get to have incredible sex with you tonight.”
“Maybe they could watch. Or join in.” I’ve made that offer a hundred times over the years, and that was with subs I was contracted with. Hell, Celest and I go together on the voyeur floor during someone else’s scene, and yet there’s a twinge of territorialism blooming in my chest.
“No joining in tonight, but you know Ryder will come and watch you if you want to go to level two.”
“You’re a lucky man, Flex. I have seen Celest work some magic up there. One of my favorite subs to watch.”
“Thank you.”
“Ryder is fine. Only my own subs refer to me as Sir.”
“Let’s go ahead and say that you call every other Dom in here by their first name or Mr. Who-the-fuck-cares. I’m the only one you should be calling Master.”
I grab the back of her head, holding her steady as I conquer her mouth with mine, our tongues twisting and tangling in a frenzy.
“Understood?”
She’s breathless in reply. “Yes… Master Navarro.”
“Good girl. Now, where to play? My playroom or the voyeur floor?”
“Why not both? We can start on the voyeur level and then go to your playroom for dessert.”
“You’re not just a pretty face, pet.”
“Thank you.” I set her on her feet, ready to leave my friends high and dry. They don’t have the ability to make me come with the force of a fucking freight train. I’d much rather be tangled up with my girl.
“Go grab us a table upstairs. I’ll be there in a minute. Do not touch yourself or take off any clothing until I arrive, pet.”
“Yes, Master Navarro.” She sashays through the bar, all eyes drawn to her as she makes her way up the stairs .
“Fuck me, she’s a well-trained pet.” Ryder may as well be jerking himself off to the sight of her right now, and I’m fighting the urge to punch him. She’s not even mine. Not yet.
“I’ll get with you this week with some ideas for a restaurant level. Send me what you were planning, and we can figure it out together.”
“Will do, bro. Enjoy your night.”
“I plan to.” I take the stairs two at a time, eager to get Celest in my arms. I have plans for her tonight. I pass Dalton on the staircase, but I don’t stop to chat. “Hey, bro. No time to talk. Celest.”
“You’re like a rabid dog, Flex!” he shouts after me, but I don’t give a shit. Instead, I howl like the dog I am.
The moment I reach the floor, I spy Celest on the other side of the room, a drink in hand as she watches everyone engage in all kinds of kink. It’s as if she can feel my gaze, her eyes meeting mine, and a bright smile lights up her face. She’s stunning.
I navigate my way through the crowd, and she stands to greet me properly, throwing her arms around my neck, up on her tiptoes as I capture her lips with mine. “Good evening, Master Navarro.”
I slide my hands up into her luscious hair, holding her in place as I deepen our kiss. A proper hello for my submissive. My heart is pounding in my chest from this smallest of touches, adrenaline making my pulse quicken.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say through ragged breaths. I want more of her in every way possible.
“Thank you, Master.”
“I bought you a little gift.” I reach into the inside pocket of my suit jacket and present her with a small token of my affection. A dainty platinum collar and leash. I had it custom-made at Tiffany’s for her, and I know it’s going to look breathtaking around her neck.
“A collar? Aren’t those reserved for a contract?”
“Not when you have a pet… pet. May I put it on you?”
“Y-yes.” She lifts her cascading loose waves for me to fasten it around her neck, and it makes my cock stand to attention, seeing it on her.
“Gorgeous. Now, take off your clothes so I can parade you around this room on your leash.” The rapid rise and fall of her chest tell me she’s going to enjoy this.
“Heels?”
“Leave them on. And your panties. I’m almost sad to peel you out of that dress…” I say, running my hands down her back and onto her delectable ass, “… but what’s beneath is so much better.”
“Thank you, Master Navarro.” She does as she’s told like a good little sub, handing me her dress and bra. She’s about to unhook her suspender belt from her stockings, but I have to step in.
“There’s no fucking way you’re taking them off. You look incredible. Jesus, pet, are you trying to kill me? It’s a great way to go, but holy fuck.” I’m rewarded with her wry smile. She knew what she was doing when she put those on tonight. She’ll be keeping them on, even when we go to the playroom.
“I’m glad you like them.”
“ Like is an understatement. This image of you is the moment I’m going to remember on my deathbed. Fucking hell, pet.”
She holds the delicate chain of her leash out to me. “Lead the way, Master.”
Celest has already drawn a crowd, and we haven’t done anything yet. There are plenty of beautiful naked women in this room right now, who are engaging in the kinkiest shit you could imagine, but all eyes are on my girl.
“You will walk behind me like a good little pet. Eyes to the floor.” She immediately complies, and I realize I don’t want to share her with anyone tonight. I want to reward her, and knowing Celest, that involves a good dose of pain.
As we stroll around the room, numerous parties extend an invitation to join them, but Celest remains quiet, hands behind her back and her eyes still cast down, even when others try to talk directly to her. I quickly put them in their fucking place. She’s mine.
She may not be willing to admit it yet, but she’s mine .
I’ve been walking this tightrope with Celest for months now—sex, Venom, lunch dates, and our all-day texting back and forth. For fuck’s sake, she falls asleep to the sound of my voice. I don’t understand why she won’t just admit that we’re way past our initial agreement. I’m not talking love and marriage, but she’s important to me. I haven’t fucked another woman since the night I first went down on her up on the voyeur floor.
I’m not even sure if I’m the only guy she’s been with. I assume so because my ego couldn’t take the hit. Tonight, I’m going to talk to her about it. There’s so much unsaid between us at this point, and it’s gnawing away at me every day that I don’t make her mine.
Starting my day as I always do, I tap out a quick message to Celest.
Me: Hello, pet. I’m going to pick you up for lunch at twelve. Don’t keep me waiting today or I’ll come up to your office and drag you out.
Celest Monroe: Good morning to you too.
Me: Morning, beautiful.
Me: Did you do what I asked last night?
Celest Monroe: Yes.
Me: Are you sitting at your desk right now?
Celest Monroe: Yes.
Me: Good girl.
When I called Celest last night, I told her to use one of the butt plugs I gave her and wear it to work today. I want her good and wet when I pick her up for lunch. Today, I’m taking her somewhere I’ve never taken her for lunch before. Venom .
“Is there a reason you came to see me this morning, Flex? Or am I just a convenience ruse so you can perv on your girlfriend?” Dalton can’t be the only one who gets lucky at work. I want my pet good and ready for me by lunchtime.
“You got me.” I laugh, holding my hands up in surrender. “I told her to wear a butt plug today. I’m taking her out for lunch, but I wanted to really make her squirm.”
“Jesus, Flex. I have a meeting with her in thirty minutes. I do not need to know the butt plug status of an employee.”
“Tell me you haven’t had Nad do the exact same thing. Don’t be a hater… and a hypocrite.”
“Stop thinking about my wife’s ass.”
“God, you’re no fun these days. I’m not thinking about her ass. Celest’s is the only ass I’ve been tapping lately.”
“Is this getting serious?”
“I want it to be, but she’s holding back.”
“Do you have a contract in place?”
“No.”
“Fuck me. What the hell are you doing?”
“I don’t fucking know! I’ve never wanted a long-term relationship before. I’m fumbling my way through this, trying to go at her pace, but I need to just take the bull by the horns and tell her what’s happening. I’m a motherfucking Dominant, for God’s sake.”
“Yeah, you’re being a pussy right now, just in case you wanted my opinion.”
“Don’t give me shit, Dal. I’m not in the mood. I am not playing around. You were a shell of a man while you were trying to figure things out with Nad, and you guys have known each other your whole lives. Cut me some slack.”
“Fine. Just don’t come in here telling me about my employee’s sexcapades in the future. How the hell am I supposed to look her in the eye when we sit down for our meeting?”
“You’re welcome for fucking up your morning. Honestly, that makes me feel a little better.”
“Glad I could be of service, bro. I’ll see you at the club later.”
“Oh, can I steal Celest at lunch for the rest of the day?”
“Do I even want to know? ”
“Considering your reaction to the butt plug information, I’ll say a firm no.”
“Fine, just please, for the love of God, don’t tell me about it after.
“Later, bro.”
As I head out of his office, I chuckle to myself. I hope he’s uncomfortable in that meeting. I was supportive of him and Nad. Everyone thinks I’m the eternal bachelor, void of any real emotion when it comes to women. I don’t know what I am feeling right now, but it’s new to me.
I spy Celest before she clocks me, and the look of shock on her face when I arrive at her desk was worth getting up earlier this morning. Her eyes are wide as saucers, and she starts shuffling papers, looking anywhere but at me.
“Good morning, Ms. Monroe. How are you today?” I’m not going to make her get on her hands and knees. I want her wet for me, not mortified to be seen with me.
“Hello, Master… Mr. Navarro.” Oh, that slip of the tongue is delightful. “Why are you here?”
“I was having morning coffee with my best friend. I think you know him. Mr. Callaghan.”
If looks could kill, I’d be dead right now.
“I’m familiar with him.”
“Is your chair comfortable today?” I’m well aware that my smug grin is not winning her over right now.
“It’s been better.”
“Oh no, I’m sorry to hear that.”
“I bet you are,” she says, every word dripping pure disdain.
“You’ll be rewarded for good behavior. I promise.” I love to see her adjust her position. She’s squirming already.
“You have to leave. I’ll see you at twelve.”
“Are you trying to get rid of me, Ms. Monroe?”
“Yes.” Her candor makes me laugh out loud, drawing some looks from her colleagues.
“You’ll pay for that later.” I lean in, brushing my lips against her ear, “Pet. ”
“Go. I’ll deal with it.” She shoves my shoulder, but she can’t hide the flush of her cheeks and her attempt to hide her cute, crooked little self-satisfied smile. She knows she’s driving me wild.
“Say it again, and I’ll leave without dropping to my knees and professing undying love for you in front of everyone within earshot.”
“What?”
“You’re little slip of the tongue. Say it.”
“Will you leave?”
“Scouts honor.”
“You were never a scout.”
“True, but I promise I will leave without fanfare.”
She crooks her finger at me, beckoning me in closer. When my lips are an inch from hers, she sends me on my way a happy man. “I will see you at twelve, Master Navarro.”
“Good little pet. Enjoy your meeting with Dalton. He knows why you’re squirming.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” She’s feisty as hell.
“What? Nad wears one all the time. Heck, he has her in there naked under his desk sometimes. What do you think they were discussing in there for hours on end?”
“I will bite your dick off the next time you want a BJ.”
“No, you won’t. You love it too much.”
“I hate you.”
“You love me. I’ll see you for lunch. Just so you know… you’re my meal.”
I leave her sitting, jaw dropped and mad as hell. It’ll only make her more fun to tame this afternoon. She doesn’t know I’m going to have her handcuffed in my office for the rest of her day.
“I really need to get going.” Celest reaches for her dress, which was discarded on my desk hours ago.
“Why don’t you come stay at my place tonight? You haven’t seen it yet. It’s only a few blocks from here, and the bed is more comfortable than my office couch. ”
“I can’t.”
“Sure you can.”
“No, I can’t. I need to go.” She’s getting flustered, and I cannot for the life of me figure out why she’s so resistant.
“Do you have a husband waiting for you at home?”
“What? Of course not. I might be your slut, but I’m not a cheater.” She grabs her purse and heads for the door.
“I was kidding. Where are you going?”
“Home.”
“Stop. Don’t make me run after you through the bar with my dick swinging.”
“I don’t need you to come after me like some knight in shining armor. I’m leaving. I already blew off my afternoon for you.”
“Aren’t I so fucking lucky for the scraps you throw me! What’s your deal, Celest? Most women in this club would bite their arm off to be pursued by me, but you act like I’m a fucking inconvenience.”
“Wow. You want to win me over with ‘other women really want to fuck me?’ Classy.”
“That’s not what I said!”
“Forget it. I was actually starting to think you’re a good guy. Fool me once… I’m out of here.”
“Jesus, Celest. Slow down.” I shove my dick in my pants and follow her out into the bar.
“No. I’ve fulfilled my duties for the day. We had a friendly lunch, and I gave you the benefits. Now, I’m going home.”
“At least let Russell take you home.”
“Fuck off, Flex.”
I grab her hand and stop her in her tracks. No one disrespects me in my club. “You better take that back for everyone in this place to hear, or this is done.”
“Like you don’t have five other subs on speed dial, waiting to bite their arm off .”
“Do as you’re told, or I swear to God I will put you over my knee right now and let everyone watch how you cream for me when I spank your pussy. Fucking. Apologize.”
“I’m. Sorry . Master Navarro.” She is livid right now, but so am I .
“A little louder, pet. Make sure even Eli can hear you.”
“I’m! Sorry! Master! Navarro!”
I grip her chin and pin her with my gaze. “Good little pet. Now run along, and Russell will take you home. This is not up for discussion. I’m not making a deal with you. The time for that is done. Do as you’re fucking told.”
She has the good sense to stare at the floor as I walk her out to the curb. “You and I are going to have a little chat this week. Understood?”
“Yes.”
“What’s your fucking problem, Celest?”
“You!” she screams as I fling open the door of my town car. “You’re messing with my head. If you don’t want my attitude, then you’re shit out of luck, Flex. What the fuck do you want from me?”
“I want you. ”
“Stop. Don’t make promises you can’t deliver on. You want the idea of me. Not me. I’m just like any other submissive you’ve fucked, except they had a contract.” She slides into the back seat and pulls the door closed before I can say anything else.
Russell pulls out into traffic as I stand completely fucking dejected on the sidewalk. This has to end. I can’t keep doing this, and it’s visibly not good for Celest. We need to make this shit official. It’s the only option because I’m not letting her walk away from this. From me.
I’ve lost enough people in my life. I won’t lose her. With my mind made up, I head back inside. I’m going over to her place to have it out with her this week. This is bullshit, and whatever she’s hiding, I’ll fucking deal with it.