Chapter 21
PIERCE
She said yes.
My career hangs in the balance, my freedom uncertain, and Freya said yes. I feel like the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet. We’re engaged. Me of all people. Tonight is our engagement party at Venom, and I have an unconventional gift for my little one.
As we get ready at our apartment, I walk in to see her fastening a delicate diamond necklace around her neck. I told her to splurge with whatever she wanted to wear for the night, but not my girl. She bought a simple silver chain with a single small diamond dangling from the center. And her dress—the one she was wearing the night we met. My lavender queen.
“Look at you, little one. So beautiful, but there’s something missing.”
She turns to face me with a shy smile. She knows what’s coming. She insisted I wait until the party to give her the ring that’s been burning a hole in my pocket. Dropping down on one knee, I open the box and present it to her. “Freya, I didn’t know what love was until the day you came into my life and silently stole my heart. I love you more than words could ever adequately convey. You’re my family. One I didn’t know I was longing for. Will you marry me, little one?”
“Yes, Daddy.” She launches herself at me, knocking us both to the floor as she kisses me with wild abandon. She barely even looks at the ring, more eager to seal the moment with a kiss. I’m good with that. I know Freya has never been interested in the money I bring to our relationship.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish, little one,” I say as I roll her onto her back, straddling her. “We have a party to get to.”
“No one will notice if we’re a little late.” She’s a minx, knowing I can’t say no to her.
I tug at her dress, pulling it up as I slide down her body and bury my head between her thighs. “Fuck me.” She’s wearing lavender lace panties from La Perla, the signature string of pearls highlighting her perfectly rounded ass. I want to forget about the party and worship her body all night long.
“Yes… Daddy.” Those two words are my undoing. Pushing the lace aside, I thrust two fingers insider her already wet cunt, my lips capturing her clit as she moans, writhing on the floor of our closet.
We’re an hour late to our engagement party, and my friends don’t let us get away with it. Flex is the first to speak up. “Couldn’t keep it in your pants until the party? Seriously, bro.”
“You shouldn’t spend so much time thinking about my dick, Flex. I’ve got plenty of stamina for later.” He gives me a wry smile, and a pang of jealousy courses through me.
When I told Freya that I have a gift for her tonight, I wasn’t kidding. A gift I’m not that keen on giving her, to be honest, but she’s basically given up on me ‘training’ her at this point, and I don’t want her coming into this marriage with unanswered questions when it comes to possible kinks she may have. Of course, we’ll always be exploring and learning new ways to connect, but she expressed her desire to try having Flex in the equation, and tonight, that’s what I’m going to give her, no matter how much it pains me.
If I don’t let her do it now, I never will. The moment she becomes Freya Harrison, I won’t be able to share her unless it’s something she discovers she needs as my submissive .
I’m playing a dangerous game, betting everything I’ve got on the fact that I can be enough for her. The more I think about it, the less sure of myself I become. I’ve never been enough for anyone. Not my parents. Not my foster families. Not even as a Dom. Why should this be any different?
As always, the club looks stunning. Dalton and Carter went all out on the decorations up in the voyeur lounge. It’s a ballroom tonight, just as it was the night Freya and I met. I’m still mesmerized by her—a vision in lavender—as she talks and laughs with friends. Celest is by her side, excited to celebrate with her best friend. I love that Freya has someone to talk to about the lifestyle. It’s not an easy road when you have no one to confide in. It took me a long time to trust the men I’ve come to know here at Venom.
Flex appears at my side, offering me a whiskey. “Hey, brother. Thought you might need this.”
I welcome the liquid courage. “Thanks.”
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“It’s nothing we haven’t done before, Flex.”
“You’ve never been in love with the subs we’ve shared. This is your fiancée.”
“You don’t think I’m painfully aware of that?”
He holds up his hands, “Don’t shoot the messenger. I value our friendship, Pierce. I don’t want to do anything to fuck that up.”
“You’re the only person I trust with her, man. And if I end up going to prison…”
“Don’t even think about finishing that sentence.”
“I’m serious. This…” I gesture to the frivolity happening all around us, everyone celebrating the future I hope I get to experience with Freya. “If it doesn’t go my way, she needs to finish training. Promise me you’ll help her.” It pains me to choke out the words.
“Why me?”
“Because I know you won’t fall in love with her. She needs this lifestyle, Flex. She’s become such a force to be reckoned with. Please, I can’t live with myself if I’m the reason she leaves it behind. ”
“What makes you think she would even accept me as a Master for however many months she has left?”
“She requested you for trying a scene with another man. She trusts you… and so do I.”
“I need to think about it, Pierce. I don’t want to promise something I can’t deliver on. Let’s just see how tonight goes.”
“Hopefully, none of this will matter, and I’ll get my happily ever after, but life doesn’t often surprise me with the best-case scenario.”
“Well, I’d say your luck is changing.” He points to Freya across the room, her eyes locked on mine. “I’d say she’s a pretty fucking amazing surprise in your life.”
“You got that right. I’m going to go tell her the plans we have for tonight. I’ll meet you down in my playroom in fifteen.”
“Sure thing.”
I weave my way through the crowd of well-wishers, my focus solely on my little one. As I approach her, I can’t help but want to recapture the moment when my life changed forever.
“Dance with me.” I’m rewarded with a smile so sweet it makes my heart ache for her. I don’t know how I’m going to get through tonight, but I’ll do it for Freya. I want her to have everything her heart desires, even if that’s another man in our bed.
I spin her around the floor, the only difference from the night we met being that I can see her stunningly beautiful face. There are no masks tonight, and her face is a sight to behold. She’s breathtaking, and I don’t think there will ever be a day in my life that I wake up next to her and don’t feel complete and utter adoration for the woman she is.
“I have a gift for you down in our playroom.” She visibly twitches in my hold.
“Are we allowed to leave our own party? We already arrived late.”
“We can do as we please, little one. You haven’t finished your training yet, and I have something to tick off your list of potential kinks.”
A broad grin kisses her delicate features, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Ooo… is it wax? Or shibari? Or a clitoral clamp? ”
“You’ll see when we get there.” She practically drags me across the floor and down the stairs to the private rooms. She’s an eager little thing tonight. I take note of the types of play she mentioned, sure to make them happen in the next few weeks.
When we reach the door to the playroom, my determination falters, only for a moment. “Remember your safeword, little one.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“You are in the driver’s seat tonight. Whatever you want is what will happen.” I stumble over the words.
“O-kay. You’re freaking me out. Are we going inside?”
“Yes.” I swipe the card and open the door to show Flex sitting in the chair at the other side of the room, his hands steepled under his chin, his eyes fixed on Freya.
“What’s going on?” She turns to search my gaze for answers.
“You expressed a desire to explore having another man in a scene. Specifically Flex. He and I have done this before, so I trust him to treat you with the respect you deserve, little one.”
She’s trembling as she steps inside the room, jumping as the door clicks shut behind us.
“I… what do you mean, I’m in the driver’s seat?”
“Exactly that. This will play out as you choose, little one.”
“Daddy… I want you to decide what happens.” Fuck. I was afraid of this. How can I tell Flex to touch and caress what’s mine? “Daddy?” She’s looking to me for guidance. She wants to learn, and I promised to teach her.
“Take your dress off and get in the position, little one.”
I can see a change in Flex’s demeanor from previous times we’ve shared a submissive. He knows she’s mine and what that means to me. His jaw is tight as he forces himself to watch her step out of her dress. With only her pearl thong still on, she makes her way to the corner, slipping her wrists through the ropes and letting them tighten as she takes up her position. Fuck, she looks stunning.
“Flex, isn’t my little one beautiful?”
“Yes. She’s exquisite.” He can’t even look me in the eye, transfixed by the sight of her submission .
“Tell me, little one, have you imagined what it’s like to be taken by two Doms?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“And how did we fuck you?”
“You fucked my pussy, Daddy.” She hesitates.
“And how does Flex fuck you?” I know she wants this, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less. I’m the only man who’s ever fucked Freya. After tonight, that will no longer be the case, and I never thought of myself as a jealous man until her. Now, at this moment, I don’t want the answer to my question.
“He fucks my mouth, Daddy.” Her voice quivers as she allows herself to ask for what she needs.
“Very well. Flex, take your dick out and show my little one what she does to you.” He’s hard as a rock. Who wouldn’t be? She’s gorgeous, submissive, and she’s asking to be fucked.
I position myself over her, loosening the restraints before helping her stand and turning her to face Flex.
He slowly unzips his fly, pushing his pants down just enough for his dick to spring free, hard and ready for her.
“Where should we fuck you, little one? The bed? The table?” I run my fingers down her arms, lacing her hands with mine. “Shall I spread you on my table and let Flex see how wet your pretty little cunt is?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Her breaths are shallow, her breasts heavy as she watches Flex fist the base of his dick.
I walk her over to the table. “Spread your legs, little one.” She does as I ask, and I secure her in the leather cuffs. “Arms too.”
When I have her completely at my mercy—our mercy—I stand at her back, caressing her ass.
“She’s a good little girl, Master Harrison. A credit to your training.” Flex continues to stroke his dick as he moves closer to the other side of the table toward Freya’s mouth. “Tell me, little one, has he taught you how to deep throat a cock properly?”
I fucking bristle at his use of my pet name. He’s just doing what we’ve always done, but this is different. She’s mine .
He takes another step toward her. “Open your mouth.” She doesn’t comply, and a surge of adrenaline courses through me. “Open your mouth, little one.”
“Don’t fucking call her that. She’s mine,” I roar. Flex doesn’t even look phased as if he were expecting this reaction.
“Lavender,” Freya exclaims, and my heart skips a beat.
“What is it, little one?”
“I’m done. I don’t want to do this. I’m sorry, Daddy, but I want the only man I’ve slept with to be you.”
Flex steps back with a smug grin on his face. He knew this was going to happen. I’m the only idiot who thought Freya needed this.
“Close your eyes, little one.” She does as I ask without question. I round the table and gesture to Flex to sit back in the corner. My little one will enjoy performing for him, but the only hands that will be touching her are mine.
“Open your mouth.”
“Daddy…”
“Trust me, Freya.” She opens her mouth, waiting like the good little girl I know her to be.
I reach for my dick, working the base before stepping forward and brushing her lips with the tip.
“Keep it open, little one.” I ease inside the wet warmth of her mouth. “That’s it, take Daddy’s dick like a good girl.” She moans around my dick, the vibration of her humming with delight sends a shiver down my spine.
“She takes you well,” Flex interjects from across the room, startling Freya, but she keeps working my dick.
“You hear that, little one? You take my dick so well. Do you want Flex to stay and watch me come all over your face?
“Yes, Daddy.”
Flex sits back in the chair, his fist wrapped around the base of his dick, working it in long, strong strokes as Freya takes every last inch of me, still shackled to the table.
“Fuck, little one, you’re so fucking good at that.” She swallows around my dick as she takes it even deeper, her throat muscles clenching around the tip, making me struggle to keep a modicum of self-restraint .
She opens her eyes, looking up at me with such trust and unashamed pride. She’s mine, and nothing and no one will ever get in the way of that.
“Would you like to watch Flex pleasure himself while you suck my dick?”
She nods, never giving up an inch of her Daddy.
“Flex, come closer. Let my little one see you work your dick at the sight of how fucking beautiful she is when she’s giving Daddy head.”
He’s always been laid back, going with the flow during a scene unless it’s his to command. He strolls over to us, his dick swinging hard as a rock as he takes himself in his hand. “Your Daddy isn’t wrong. You’re a greedy little sub, and your mouth is even more beautiful with a cock in it.”
He comes close enough to be in Freya’s line of sight, where she can watch him jack off as he takes in the sight of me fucking her mouth without apology.
Fisting my hand in her hair, I hold her steady as I begin to set a punishing rhythm, her tongue flicking the crest of my dick, driving me wild.
“That’s it, little one, fucking gag on me.” I continue to thrust, her eyes fixed on Flex as he watches her sucking my dick like a goddamn lollipop.
“Oh, she loves being watched while you fuck her mouth, Harrison.”
“Yeah, she does. But no one touches what’s mine. Isn’t that right, little one?” She hums her approval. “Only Daddy’s dick.”
She gags as I thrust further down her throat, relishing the moment, knowing she is completely at my mercy.
“Fuck, I’m close. You guys are too fucking hot together.” Flex strains as he tries to keep control. His eyes are fixed on where Freya’s lips swallow my dick.
“Good. I want her to see what she does to you. To Celest. To everyone who watches her suck for Daddy.”
I pull out of her mouth just long enough to ask her a question. “ Tell me, little one, do you want Master Navarro to come on your face while you swallow Daddy’s cum like a good little girl?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Fuck, she’s a dirty little minx. I fucking love this side of her. She wants just enough to color outside the lines but won’t sully the special bond we share—the one she chose to only share with me.
“Then, open up for Daddy, and remember to swallow every last drop, little one.”
She smiles up at me with such trust and adoration. It’s so beautiful. I’ll never get enough of her. As I pick up the pace, Flex pumps his dick to the same rhythm, stepping closer as he chases his release.
Freya looks fucking resplendent as she takes me deeper, tears pricking at her eyes as she gags me down. Jesus, I can’t hold on much longer. She feels too damn good. As my orgasm takes hold, pulsing down the length of me, I can’t contain the roar that escapes me. “Fuck… little one.. fuck, yes…”
Flex continues to stroke himself to climax, his cum spilling all over my little one’s face as she continues to suck my dick, milking me for every last drop. “Fuck me,” he curses as he rides the aftershocks, his head thrown back and cock still hard.
When we’re both spent, I run my hand down Freya’s cheek, cum running down her chin. “You are so fucking beautiful, little one. You were such a good girl for Daddy. I think it’s time you get your reward. Do you want Master Navarro to watch me fuck you?”
“If he’d like to.”
Flex leaves his dick out but walks over to the wingback chair in the corner, sitting and unbuttoning his black shirt to showcase his abs. He already knows my girl will be too hot not to jack himself off again and come all up his chest.
“I’d very much like to see your submissive come. She took your cock so well with that pretty little mouth. I can’t wait to see how greedy her pussy is for you.”
I leave Freya’s face covered in cum and walk around to the other side of the table, her legs still spread wide for me. Sliding my hand up her leg to the apex of her thighs, she’s already soaked. “My girl is so turned on, she’s positively drenched.” I lift a finger to my lips. “She tastes so fucking good.”
I give her ass a sharp slap. “Who do you belong to, little one?”
“You, Daddy.”
“That’s right.” I thrust two fingers inside her. “This pretty little cunt is mine and mine alone.”
“Yes…”
I pull my fingers out, covered in her arousal, and move to her ass, pressing them slowly inside. “And this?”
“Yours, Daddy. Everything is yours.”
“Did you hear that, Flex? Even her ass is mine and mine alone.”
“You’re a lucky man. Now, fuck her, and let me watch her scream and cream.”
“Would you like that, little one?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she pants. My girl loves an audience.
I slide her thong to the side and position myself at her entrance, slamming into her in one hard thrust. “Fucking hell, little one. You’re so damn tight.”
“Oh God… yes, Daddy.”
I hammer into her over and over again, her muscles clenching around my dick as the beginning of her orgasm takes hold. I make her take every hard inch until I’m seated balls deep inside her.
“You feel that, little one? That’s your cunt fucking loving my dick.”
“Yes, Daddy. I need it.”
“Look at Master Navarro as you come with my dick claiming you.”
I follow her gaze to where he sits, jacking off with his eyes fixed on her, bound and pinned down to the table. It makes her whimper as I hold her on the edge of orgasm.
“Good girl. Now, come for me.” I slam into her, sending her spiraling out of control as I find release with her, and a guttural roar rips from Flex’s chest as he comes with us, his gaze never leaving us.
When she can’t take anymore, I pull out, my breath ragged as I tame my dick into my pants and grab a towel to clean her up. I get one for Flex, too, and toss it to him as I clean off my little one’s face. She’s completely spent, her eyelids fighting to stay open as I unbuckle the restraints. Freya slumps against the table, unable to hold her weight, her legs shaking in the aftermath of orgasm.
I gently lift her into my arms, and she rests her head on my chest as I carry her over to the bed. Flex gives me a nod and takes his leave. He knows I need privacy for aftercare. Hell, he knew his role in tonight’s activities before I did. I’ll thank him later. For now, I’m going to fill the tub and get my fiancée cleaned up.
She’s almost sound asleep by the time I get her to the edge of the tub. “Shouldn’t we be getting back to our party?”
“You’re in no fit state to go out there. They can wait. Knowing our friends, they’re already amusing themselves in the playrooms.”
I help her into the water before stepping in at her back and grabbing a washcloth to clean her face. I love her, but I’m not kissing Flex’s jizz off her face.
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“For what?”
“I couldn’t do what you wanted tonight. I don’t want to sleep with another man, even with your consent.” Is she for real right now?
I gently twist her chin to meet my gaze. “I did that for you. I didn’t want to share you with Flex or any other man.”
“What? But you had him waiting in here.”
“Because…” I’m ashamed to admit this, but I don’t want any secrets between us moving forward, “I’m worried that if I go to prison, you won’t finish your training. I was trying to go through your list of possibilities. You mentioned adding another man, and after you enjoyed Celest, I thought…”
“Stop there. You are not going to prison.”
“You can’t say that for sure, and you’ve come alive as a submissive. I won’t have you waste away waiting for me.”
“That’s why you brought Flex in? To train me if you’re not around?”
“Yes.”
“Oh my God. Daddy. No . You’re my Dom. I don’t care what happens, I won’t take another Dom, so get that idea out of your head right now.”
“I can’t stand the thought of you being alone.”
“But you’re okay with me sleeping with someone else?”
“No,” I growl. “It was fucking devastating to contemplate. But I would do it if it’s the best thing for you.”
“ You’re the best thing for me, Pierce. Only you. I’m happy to watch or be watched. I love it. But I don’t want another man to fuck me. I never will. It’s you, and as old-fashioned as I sound, that’s the way I want it to stay.”
My heart almost bursts out of my chest, my pulse racing. “Are you certain I’m enough for you?”
“Pierce Harrison, I love you more than life itself. You are enough. You always have been and always will be. I love you.”
“How soon can we get married?”
“The faster, the better for me.”
I capture her mouth with a kiss, unwilling to relinquish her love, whether I deserve it or not. “Let’s go home, little one.”
“Yes, Daddy. Take me home.”