Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
Freddy
“So, Noelle and Iris were roommates until Noelle broke the lease without telling her. Then Noelle showed up at Marquis for the submissives class, claiming her and Iris’ friendship ended because of kink. That she wants to learn about it and maybe renew their friendship.”
“Right.”
“And Iris is with Master Law, who is friends with Q, who is dating Sam, but Sam became friends with Noelle before she started dating Q.”
“Yup.”
“And now Sam and Noelle are hanging out with Marissa, who is the ex of the bouncer at the door.”
“Who is now engaged to Angel’s best friend, yes. And Angel used to live with Q.”
“I feel like I need a map to understand the tea.” Camille laughed, shaking her head. “It’s like six kinky degrees of separation.”
“It really is. Most of the time, there really isn’t much drama, and when there is, it usually involves that group.
” He sighed. Both of them watched as Sam got up to join Q at the table where he was chatting with Master Law, Master Asad, and Master Connor.
Iris was tucked under Master Law’s arm, and when Sam slid into position next to Q, she and Sam both smiled and greeted each other.
None of them noticed the way Noelle glared daggers at them from across the room.
“Everything okay?” Mistress Camille asked gently as Noelle turned back to the others and said something that made Marissa and Caroline laugh. Morgan smiled, but she looked uncertain, while Amy appeared to be completely lost in thought and not paying attention to the conversation at all.
Freddy let out a slow breath, his muscles relaxing.
“Yeah, just… feeling defensive of my friends.” He smiled at her. “And responsible for making sure none of the subs get out of hand.”
So far, none of that little group had done anything that would get them kicked out.
He kind of wished they would, but he didn’t want Amy and Morgan getting mixed up in that.
They both needed the club. Sometimes, he thought Marissa might, too.
Why else would she keep coming back after Jared had moved on, knowing how many of his friends disliked her?
Or maybe she only came because Caroline did.
Studying him thoughtfully, Mistress Camille nodded, and he wondered what she was thinking. She didn’t say though.
“Any other tea?” she asked.
Freddy laughed.
“So much. See the man standing on the other side of Sam? That’s Master Asad. Apparently, he needs a fake girlfriend.”
Describing the many mini-dramas that took place around Stronghold with the members took a surprising amount of their waiting time, but not all of it.
Eventually, they abandoned their table so Freddy could show her around the club.
It wasn’t long before their room reservation, so they went to the lower level first, where the Dungeon was.
They’d be on the upper level where their reservation was when it was time instead of having to go up and down and back up again.
He kept a close eye on Mistress Camille’s reactions to the various rooms and scenes.
She seemed vaguely interested in the Medical room but not overly so.
The many impact scenes at the spanking benches and St. Andrew’s crosses seemed to be more her style, and she barely glanced into the Interrogation and Jail rooms.
They headed upstairs next, pausing to look in the windows of each of the rooms. Master Will was patrolling the hall as the upstairs Dungeon Master.
He grinned at Freddy, giving him a discreet thumbs-up while Mistress Camille watched the throuple in the Locker Room.
It was nice having someone who gave their approval quietly.
Tracey, one of the club subs, came out of the Office, cleaning supplies in hand, and brightened when she saw Freddy. She grinned at him.
“The Office is ready,” she announced, eyes sparkling. Clearly, she was aware of exactly who was using the Office next.
“Thank you,” Mistress Camille said, turning. Her eyes were lit up with excitement. She tilted her head at Tracey, who dropped her gaze to the floor. “Freddy, go on in and wait for me, I’ll be right there.”
Curiosity lit up inside him, but he obeyed, glancing over his shoulder to see Mistress Camille saying something to Tracey.
His footsteps slowed as Tracey nodded, then Mistress Camille glanced at him, and his footsteps sped back up again.
Entering the Office without any direction from her other than to go in, he came to a halt several steps inside, unsure what to do next.
Like most of the theme rooms, the Office was setup for roleplay, with a large wooden desk that had plenty of room for someone to crawl under it. Possibly two someones. It had been custom made for the purpose.
There was a large armoire and several filing cabinets, each containing all the toys and implements one might want to use.
The drawers of the desk were also filled with goodies.
The art on the walls was bland at first glance, but taking a moment longer to look would reveal there were some naughty scenes depicted.
There was one large chair behind the desk and two in front of it, a little smaller and a little lower on purpose.
Freddy wasn’t sure which Mistress Camille would want him to take.
He had a feeling she would want to be behind the desk, but sometimes, Dominants liked to switch things up, and he didn’t want to make a presumption.
The door opened behind him before he could decide where to situate himself, and he turned to watch Mistress Camille come into the room. She took a moment to glance around, taking in the layout, then nodded at him.
“Thank you for coming in, Mr. Johan,” she said, her voice brisk and professional—her work voice. He recognized it from when she was representing Mr. Alexander. It was also her ‘in charge’ voice. Clearly, she was going to be the boss for this scene.
If he hadn’t gotten that message from her words, he would have figured it out a moment later when she went behind the desk to take the seat.
Since they’d gone out for a date, rather than preparing to scene at a club, her clothes were a little more office appropriate than they might have been otherwise, though he doubted she’d ever worn a dress with such a plunging neckline to the office.
“Of course, Ms. Sinclair,” he said, remaining standing where he was since he didn’t know where she wanted him, even though she was sitting. “What can I do for you today?”
There was something about her tone of voice that made him think they were roleplaying that he was in trouble, which he did not object to.
The not knowing increased his interest, and his arousal was already sky-rocketing, thanks to the quick way she’d taken control of the scene.
Boss Lady Camille was really doing it for him.
She raised her eyebrow, giving him an imperious look, and confirming his suspicion he was in ‘trouble.’
“You can explain yourself, Sir.” Yup, definitely in trouble. “You lost this company a lot of money this quarter.”
“I’m so sorry, ma’am,” he replied quickly, sinking into the role, thankful she seemed the type to leave things in broad strokes. Roleplay could get bogged down in the details, but Mistress Camille was giving them both a lot of room to play with. “It won’t happen again.”
“I’m not sure your reassurances are enough, Mr. Johan, especially considering your overall performance this year. I think some real consequences might help motivate you since nothing else has.”
“Whatever you think is appropriate, ma’am,” he said earnestly. “I’ll do whatever it takes to prove myself to you.”
Raising her eyebrows, Mistress Camille leaned forward on the desk, giving him an intense look. His cock was already hard, but it jerked at that look. Fuck, she was hot when she was bossy.
“Whatever it takes?” she asked, her voice changing a touch, becoming sultrier.
“Yes, Ma’am.” He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, wondering what she was going to ask of him. Something filthy, he hoped.
“Well, Mr. Johan, let me see what you have to offer. Strip.”
Freddy put his hand to his chest, feigning shock.
“Ma’am? I’m not sure that’s entirely professional.” It was a bit of a risk, putting up some resistance, since not all Dominants liked that, but he was curious how she would react. Plus, it added a little more realism to the scene.
“I’m not looking for professional, Alfred.
” Oh, interesting. Hearing his full first name on her lips did things to his insides he hadn’t been prepared for.
“I’m looking for a man who will go the extra mile.
The one who just said he was willing to do anything to prove himself.
Now strip or turn around and walk out that door and don’t come back. ”
Freddy stripped.
Camille
Sitting behind the desk, watching Freddy strip off his clothes, Camille felt powerful, which was the whole point of this type of roleplay. It was also making her feel a lot better after the confrontation with the two douchebags earlier. Some of the nerves in her stomach had already settled.
Maybe if nothing else worked out, she’d end up being her own boss. That would be fine, even if it wasn’t what she’d wanted, but she was realizing more and more that her time at Donaldson was done.
Shoving away thoughts of her actual work, she took the time to admire Freddy’s physique. His long, lean muscles. The way his hip bones had those cute little notches. The blond hair on his chest and neatly trimmed around the thick stalk of his cock, which was standing at attention.
“You seem to be enjoying how unprofessional we’re being,” she couldn’t help pointing out.
To her delight, Freddy blushed and pretended to be bashful, covering his erection with his hand. Well, sort of covering it. The sneaky sub was using his ‘embarrassment’ to press his hand against his cock, giving himself some of the stimulation he was craving.
“You’re a very attractive woman, ma’am,” he replied shyly.
Camille smiled even wider. Naughty boy and a good actor, too, in a fun way. ‘Shy’ did not seem to be part of Freddy’s make-up, but he was very cute doing it for roleplay.
“And you’re a very attractive man. One I’d like to see all of.
Move over to my desk and put your hands flat on top of it.
” She gave him a look to let him know she knew exactly what he’d been doing with his hands.
Freddy grinned for a moment before slipping back into character, ducking his head as he moved into position.
The position required him to bend forward, spreading his legs outward, since he was quite a bit taller than the desk. His cock hung down beneath him, his back straight, as he peeked up at her, to see her reaction.
“Good boy,” she purred. This close to his face, she could see the way his pupils dilated, his quick intake of breath, and his needy pleasure at the praise. “Now, stay right there while I figure out exactly what I’m going to do with you.”
She glanced at the clock on the wall above the door. She had about ten minutes before the surprise she’d asked Tracey to arrange arrived, just enough time as long as she moved quickly.
Opening the drawer to her left, she pulled out the paddle. Freddy’s head jerked up, and she saw his hot look of anticipation before he ducked down again, hiding his expression. Yes, paddle, and…
The other side of the desk held an assortment of plugs, probes, dildos, vibrators… and there were more in the armoire, according to Tracey. Thankfully, Camille didn’t have to search. What she wanted was right there in the drawer—a remote controlled plug.
Since she needed new toys, she might as well add some of the ones she found at Stronghold to her collection, especially since she could use them right away instead of having to wait for them to be shipped.
Picking up one of the small bottles of lube and a few batteries, she put the paddle on the desk where Freddy’s head was hanging down, so he would have to stare at it while she got everything else ready.
While she unwrapped the plug from its packaging, got the batteries into the remote, and then lubed up the toy, she started lecturing him.
“This company has standards, Mr. Johan, and we need employees who are willing to take on any task, no matter how hard—”
“I’m fine with hard tasks,” he quipped, making her lips quiver in amusement.
Clearing her throat, she went on.
“Who will bend over backward—”
“Or forward.”
She reached out to give his ass a short, sharp smack. She’d been pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to resist that one. Freddy gasped at the initial contact before moaning, his back muscles rippling, his ass lifting in response.
“And who are open to new challenges.” She pressed the tip of the plug against his anus and began to push in, hard enough to make him groan.
Smiling at the sound, she pulled the plug part way out before pushing in again, giving him time to adjust—but not much.
“Do you think you are that man, Alfred?”
“Yes, Ma’am.” The words came out on a gasp as he pushed back, taking more of the plug inside him, the little lines around his hole flattening out as it was stretched wide around the slick toy.
Camille pushed it all the way in, enjoying the way he shuddered as the toy nestled inside him, his body closing around the stem between the bulb and the base.
That done, she reached around him to pick up the paddle.
“I’m so glad to hear that, Alfred,” she crooned, running her free hand down the center of his back to his buttocks. “Of course, we need to punish you for not meeting our standards this last quarter.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” he replied eagerly, dropping his head down and pushing his hips back to thrust his ass higher in the air.
The black base of the plug between his cheeks peeked out at her. Smiling, Camille flipped the switch on the vibrator to the lowest setting.
“You’re not allowed to cum until I tell you to.”
Freddy groaned.