Chapter 17
FLEX
Celest’s body was made for sin, but her soul is fucking angelic. I don’t deserve her, but I’m intent on becoming the kind of man who does.
“I’m going to explain everything to you, and you’re not going to speak until I give you permission. Understood?”
“Yes, Master.” Jesus . I love the way that sounds on her lips.
“Good girl. First, I don’t know why you think there’s something going on between Jenna and me. Nothing happened tonight. I haven’t so much as kissed her. I was with her earlier, but not in the way you think. She came to ask if I would train her, as she would like to start exploring the lifestyle.” I watch as her body tenses and her jaw tightens, but she keeps her head down like a good little submissive. “Six months ago, I would’ve fucked her right there and then.”
Her body language is giving absolute fuck-off vibes.
“But then we started spending time together, and somewhere along the way, you became the part of my day I looked forward to most. You have me in knots, pet. I’m out of my element with you, and I’m learning as I go. You said that we don’t have a contract…” I stand and walk over to my desk, opening the top drawer to retrieve th e pack of papers I put together this week. I’m not sure how they will go over with her, but I’ve got nothing to lose and everything to gain.
As I resume my place on the couch, I run my fingers down her back before dropping the papers within her field of vision—on the floor. “When you didn’t answer me last week, I realized that a few things could be happening. I freaked you out when I showed up at your house and met your daughter, or you just aren’t that into me. And lastly, maybe you would feel more comfortable if we did make a contract.”
A teardrop falls from her lashes onto the contract I just dropped on the floor.
“Why are you crying, pet?”
“It’s not that I don’t want you, Master.”
“Okay, then explain it to me.”
“I’m scared.”
“Of me?”
“Of how I feel. My life is complicated. I have other factors to consider.”
“Gracie.” The moment her name leaves my lips, more teardrops wet the pages, smudging the title page.
Relationship Contract between Felix Warren Navarro and Celest Monroe
She starts sobbing, and it breaks my heart. “Stand up.”
Celest gets to her feet, keeping her eyes down as she cries. I reach forward, taking her hand in mine, and guide her to sit in my lap. She instantly curls into a ball, her head resting against my chest, her small frame trembling.
“Talk to me, pet.” I slip off her heels, letting her get comfortable.
“I… I have to do what’s right for Gracie. I can’t just jump in with both feet. It wouldn’t be fair to her. ”
I drink her in. The soft scent of her perfume mixed with whatever shampoo she uses—it’s lovely, but I can’t quite place it. I carefully tug a loose tendril of hair behind her ear. “I know, pet. The only question I need you to answer right now is do you feel anything for me?” My heart is racing, and I realize I’m scared of her answer. For the first time in my adult life, I care . I’ve let myself dream of something more than sex. I swallow past the lump in my throat.
“Yes, Master. I feel so many things when I’m with you.” My entire body sags in response, such relief washing over me.
“Okay. Then pick up the contract on the floor, and let’s go through it together.”
She wipes the tears from her cheeks and retrieves the contract before crawling back into my lap. It’s where she belongs—with me. I take it from her and flip to an important addition to my standard contract.
“I know you have a complicated life, Celest, and I don’t want to make it worse. Seeing you with Gracie… fuck… I can’t even explain it other than to say you amaze me.”
“What?” She finally meets my gaze, and it melts my heart even more.
“She’s not a complication. You being a mother is not an issue. I want you to take this contract home and make whatever alterations you see fit, but before that, I need you read this paragraph.” I point to the last clause on the page.
Celest trembles as she takes the paper from me. The silence is fraught with anticipation. Will she think I’m dumb? Maybe she won’t want more than my body.
“I don’t understand, Master.” Her eyes search mine for—I’m not sure what.
“I’m offering you a twenty-four-seven contract, Celest. I am asking for a chance to get to know you outside of this club. Essentially, outside of the lifestyle.”
“You don’t want to fuck me?” Her voice is small and unsure.
I cup her face, lifting her chin so she’s forced to look at me. “I want you, Celest. The sex is… phenomenal.”
“Then why write this clause? ”
“Because I think we need it.”
“You want a contract that takes sex off the table for the next three months?”
“Yes.” Fuck, I’m beginning to think I’ve set myself an impossible task. “I want to get to know you. I can make you scream my name or drop to your knees for me, but I need you to understand that I want more. Let me get to know you. To know Gracie. I know you’re a package deal, and she will always come first. I have no intention of vying for the number one spot in your life. I’m pushing hard for that second spot.” I press my lips to hers, soft and slow.
“I’m scared.”
“Put your trust in me, pet. Give me a shot. Give us a try.”
A twinkle of mischief dances in her eyes. “What if I want the physical? No orgasms for three months?”
I claim her with a kiss. “Then, I’ll drop to my knees and sate your desire with my head buried between your legs.”
“Flex.” My name is a plea on her lips. I know what comes next. I’ve never given any woman a reason to put their faith in me outside the bounds of a sexual Dom/sub contract. Why should she put her faith in me now?
“Let me do this for you, pet. For us . I am capable of affection outside of sex.” Am I? I want to be.
“Okay.”
“Okay to the contract?”
“To all of it. It’ll take time with Gracie. I don’t want to overwhelm her, but maybe you could come over for dinner this week?”
“We will go at whatever pace you want. Hanging out sounds… really good.” In earnest, I don’t remember the last time I sat down to dinner in someone’s home, including my own. It’s a sad indictment of the walls I’ve built for myself over the years, defenses I will need to learn how to lower if I want a chance to have a real relationship with Celest.
This is what I want. Since the day I enlisted, I’ve denied myself any emotional entanglements with women. In my experience, they’ve brought nothing but heartache. For her , I want it all—the sex, the companionship, maybe even a family. That might be the scariest part for me, but I love her.
It wasn’t until Jenna said those words to me earlier this evening that it finally made sense. I’ve been walking around with an uneasy feeling in my chest this week, and I couldn’t quite figure out what it was—I wouldn’t admit it to myself. As I sit with Celest bundled in my lap, there’s a stillness that I haven’t felt since I was a child.
I want to be her calm in the storm—the person she can rely on to always have her back and fulfill all of her darkest desires.
“If Gracie struggles with any of this… you and me… I’ll have to walk away, and I need you to promise that you will let me.” That scenario can’t happen. Whatever comes up, I’ll deal with it. I can make this work.
“I understand, but it won’t come to that. As long as we are honest with each other, we can figure things out.” She stiffens in my arms. I’m moving too fast. “If Gracie is upset by any of this, I’ll walk away, Celest.”
“Give me your word.”
Pressing my lips to the top of her head, I reluctantly promise, and I will remain true to my word if the time comes. “I give you my word.”
“Then I will be your twenty-four-seven sub for the next three months. No sex.”
“You don’t sound so thrilled. I’ve never had a twenty-four-seven before, Celest. This is a steep learning curve for me.”
“I’ve defined myself within the walls of this club. Without my sexuality, what do I have to offer?”
“Friendship. Connection. Maybe somewhere down the line… love .”
“Do you want me to sign it now?”
“No. You need to read it over and document your hard and soft limits. I want this to work, Celest.” I caress her cheek with the back of my hand. “I want you to see yourself through my eyes so you know you have so much more to offer than your body.”
“What about you? Will you tell me your soft and hard limits?”
“I will be revoking our verbal agreement. You are not permitted to engage with anyone else unless it is part of a scene that we create. That applies when I’m here and when I’m not. You answer to me.”
“And you? Will you… engage with others?”
“No. You are mine for the next three months, and I am yours. No one else.” Her shoulders sag in what I assume is relief.
“What does a twenty-four-seven sub do?” Celest seems intrigued.
“Whatever we decide. Would you like to take some time to talk to Nad and Freya? They navigate that dynamic. You can think about what you want our relationship to look like. I might speak with Dalton and Pierce if that’s okay with you.”
“Yes, it’s fine. I think I will talk with my friends. I want to be a good submissive for you.” Her smile is sweet, her eyes flitting closed at the prospect. I lean in, pressing my lips to hers, with the expectation of sex off the table.
“You’re a good girl, pet. My good girl.” It’s a long, sensual kiss—the beginning of something wonderful. I lose myself in her, content to explore her mouth with wonder and anticipation of things to come.
"May I ask one thing of you before we enter into this contract?"
"Anything." I don’t recognize my voice. There’s no surface-level innuendo or humor which are my go-to settings.
“Would you permit me to suck your cock tonight?” Adrenaline spikes. Jesus. This woman is going to be my downfall.
“And what about you, pet? You just ignore rule number one. You address me as Master.”
“I’m sorry, Master. I don’t expect to be allowed to come, especially after addressing you incorrectly. Please, Master Navarro, may I suck your cock?”
“What are you going to do when I come, pet?”
“Swallow every drop, Master.”
“Good girl. You have permission.” Fucking hell. I’m already hard as a rock as she slinks off my lap and positions herself at my feet, ready for my command. It’s clear that she was well-trained.
I slowly unbuckle my belt, unzip my fly, and unleash my erection .
“Lose the shirt, pet. I want you naked while I fuck your mouth.”
“Yes, Master.” She sits back on her heels, unbuttoning my shirt, before letting it fall to the floor. The only thing hotter than seeing Celest in nothing but my shirt is seeing her naked. Fuck me—she is stunning. Every inch of her skin looks edible and smooth like silk, every curve worthy of a Leonardo DaVinci sculpture.
“Now, wrap your fucking mouth around my cock and take it like a good little slut.” I reach forward, fisting my hand in her hair. “Open wide, pet. You may brace your hands on my knees.”
“Thank you so much, Master.” I was going to tease her with an inch at a time, but she is too fucking hot. I thrust, guiding her head as I make her take it all.
“Relax your throat, pet. If you want to suck my dick, you need to be able to deepthroat.”
She groans in reply, sending vibrations through my cock, and it’s fucking resplendent. A quick study, she slackens her muscles, allowing me to push deeper until she has all of me. Her eyes well with tears as she fights her gag reflex, making it all the more satisfying.
“That’s it, pet. Good girl. Now, move that pretty little head of yours.” I keep a tight hold of her head as she begins to bob back and forth. Her hands grip my legs, and as she continues to suck my cock, she opens her legs. My pet enjoys teasing herself. Most subs would opt to alleviate the ache growing at the apex of their thighs. Not my girl. She wants to be pushed, to be uncomfortable, handing every morsel of her gratification to me. On this, we are highly compatible. This is going to be an interesting three months. I took sex off the table, but all bets are off when it comes to foreplay and withholding release.
“Holy fuck, Celest. Your mouth is almost as satisfying as your cunt. Yes .” I start to move my hips, meeting her movements, forcing her to take it all as my cock hits the back of her throat.
“You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you, pet?” She hums in agreement, taking me to the edge of release, but I pull back just enough to hold off. My balls are fucking aching, but her mouth feels too good to stop .
“Do you like being my slut, pet?” She nods her head, never relinquishing my cock as her eyes find mine.
Holy shit . Having her eyes on me with a mouthful of dick is a different level of hot. I’m so turned on I can hardly breathe.
“Fucking right, you do. Your mouth is mine. Your orgasm. Anytime, anywhere.”
I drop my head back against the couch, struggling not to shoot my load right now.
“Stop.” I think I’m a fucking masochist tonight.
“Was I doing something wrong, Master?”
“No, pet. I want to feel how turned on you are. Are you wet for me?”
“Touch me and see,” she says with a wicked grin. Oh, she’s in her element.
She remains on her knees, legs spread wide. I lean down, slipping my hand between her thighs. “You’re dripping, pet. Tell me, if I were to command you to get up here and ride my face, would you do it?”
“Without question, Master.”
“I can’t let you come. You ignored me for a week without explanation. I had to remove you from the voyeur floor for showing other Doms what’s mine. If I hadn’t been there, you’d have let another man fuck you.”
“I’m sorry, Master. It will never happen again.”
“Fucking right, it won’t.” I thrust two fingers inside her slick cunt. “This is mine to taste, to fuck, to put on goddamn display if I want.”
“Yes, Master.”
“If I want you to fuck an orgy…”
“Emerald.” There’s the strength that sets her apart from other submissives I’ve been with.
“Good girl. This is why I’m going to send you home with the paperwork. I’m proud that you utilize your safeword when needed. Tell me your hard limit in this regard.”
“I…”
“Look at me. This is a safe place. You are safe with me. ”
“I have had bad experiences in a setting that I did not consent to, involving multiple men. I’d rather not elaborate at this time.” Fuck. Consent is an essential cornerstone of our lifestyle. The thought that anyone betrayed that understanding with her makes my blood boil. I clench my fists, trying to keep my voice even as I reply.
“Thank you for telling me. I will never put you in a situation of any kind without your express consent. And, in the spirit of being completely honest, I can’t share you the way I have with other subs in the past. You. Are. Mine. My dick is the only one that will be fucking your mouth, pussy, and that delectable ass of yours. Do you understand, Celest? I would never share you.”
A tear falls from her bottom lashes.
“What do you need, pet? Tell me, and I’ll make it so.” I’ve never cared this much about a partner’s well-being before. That makes me an asshole, but I always respected their boundaries. It’s more than that with Celest.
“I want to make you come, Master. I need to please you before I leave here tonight. Please.”
“You already please me.”
“It would please me to suck your cock.” Her eyes meet mine, and the hurt swimming in them is heartbreaking. Who hurt you, pet?
“Then, shut up, and take my cock like a good little slut.” I want to pull her into my arms and soothe her soul, but I know this is what she needs right now. There isn’t a world in which I believe Celest is a slut. She’s beautiful, respectful, and carries so much unspoken damage, rarely letting her confident facade falter—except tonight.
“Thank you, Master.”
Taking me into her mouth once more, I’m assaulted by the intense pleasure that sparks to life deep in my core. She deepthroats me, letting her eyes close as she shuts out whatever demons she’s fighting at this moment.
“Fuck, Celest. Your mouth was made for me. Do you want my cum to fill your mouth, pet?”
She nods, sucking me harder, letting her tongue slide along the length of my shaft. Jesus Christ. I’m not sure I can hold out. The tried-and-tested method of reciting any mundane facts over and over again is doing nothing to curb my need to come. She is too good.
She sets a punishing rhythm, her gag reflex kicking in once or twice, but it only makes her throat tighten around the head of my cock. It’s fucking euphoric.
“Keep going, pet. Just like that. It’s so fucking good. I want you to slide one hand between your thighs. Touch yourself. Feel how wet you are for me.”
She complies, never faltering as she works my cock, but I’m mesmerized by the sight of her fingers circling her clit. This should be illegal, it’s that hot. She moans as she pushes herself to the brink, awaiting my command. I told her she won’t be coming tonight as punishment for misbehaving, but at this moment, it’s more of a punishment for me. I want to watch her fall apart for me.
Fuck .
I start to buck my hips as I chase release, unable to hold back any longer. “Don’t you dare come, pet. Fucking hell! Understood?”
She nods her head, and her legs start to shake under the strain as she attempts to curb an orgasm that’s about to rip through her body as she sucks my cock. I harshly grip her head with both hands as I fuck her mouth, taking what I want and what I know she needs .
My body detonates, my orgasm so intense I can’t help bucking wildly against her. “Fuck… yes… Celest… too fucking good.” She’s trembling as she grabs my forearms, her frustration clear as she squeezes her thighs together to quash the ache. “Good girl.”
Her limbs begin to shake uncontrollably as she balances on the edge, and I ride the aftershocks. She wasn’t playing around when she said she wanted to swallow every last drop of my cum. When I’m spent, she slumps against my leg, and I scoop her into my arms.
“You are so fucking beautiful when you comply, pet. You were so good. You took every drop. My good pet.”
“Thank you, Master.” She’s limp in my arms, and I wish we could remain like this for the rest of the night, but I know she needs to get home.
“I’m going to take you home. ”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“This is a nonnegotiable for me, pet. It’s in the contract. I take you home. If you’re here with friends and I’m not around, my driver will take you home. I need to know you’re safe.”
“No one has ever cared for me that much.” It’s a sad observation.
“Well, that stops now. Today. You’re mine now, pet, and I protect what’s mine. Always.”
“I’m yours?” For such a powerhouse of a woman, her voice is meek, careful, and full of trepidation.
“Yes, pet. You’re mine. Let’s get you cleaned up, and I’ll take you home.”
“My clothes.”
“This is becoming a habit, pet,” I quip, hoping to lighten the mood.
“I’m so sorry about tonight.”
“You don’t have to apologize. Tonight is a fresh start—the beginning of our story. I was hoping you’d start coming to my playroom. I had some clothes delivered yesterday. You can pick whatever you would like after I shower you.”
“You did that… for me?”
I set her on her feet and retrieve my shirt off the floor, wrapping it around Celest before intertwining our fingers as I lead her out of my office and down to my playroom. “I’d do anything for you.” The words are as much a surprise to me as they are to her. When did this become so much more than friends with benefits?
“Really?”
“I’d die for you, Celest.” As I open the door to my playroom and pull her inside, I realize how true those words are. I will defend her with everything I have and do my damnedest to be worthy of her.