The cheeky bastard knew exactly what he was doing.It has been awhile since our play has been this rough, and it seems the bad little pup needed some discipline in his life. Rubbing my hand over his ass again, I quickly pulled it back and slapped it three times in a row on the same cheek, turning it bright pink.
“I think my good little pup is teasing me. Seems that punishment is indeed what you need, but first, I want to prep this fucking hole I’m going to use later. Can’t be using it raw, or I’ll have to find another hole to fuck, won’t I?” I taunted, squirting lube over his asshole.
With my finger, I pressed against the entrance working the thick lube inside. As he relaxed, my finger started to slide in easier until I could get the whole digit in. Then I added a second, working him harder, deeper, and faster, making him groan with pleasure. I used more lube and shoved his ass down so I had a better angle to finger fuck him. Reaching around, I grabbed his cock feeling the Jacob’s ladder he had pierced along the underside.
I’ve learned to tell by how hard he is, how close he is to coming, and I wanted him right at the point before he was going to explode. The louder his cries got, I knew I had to be close, then I felt it. The moment his balls started to tighten, getting ready to shoot out his cum, I yanked my fingers out and shoved in the butt plug. Then I took half a step back and let my belt fall on his ass. Left then right, then right to left, with various speeds and force so he never knew what was coming.
I took my lubed hand and stroked my cock as Braxton sprawled out on the bed humping it hoping for the release I stole from him. He knew better than to touch himself, so instead, he fisted my sheets and begged.
“Please, Sir, let me come. I’m sorry I was a bad pup. I promise I’ll be good,” he mumbled, his eyes glassy with need and being fully overrun by his subspace mind. “Sir, I beg you to let me come. You can use me all you want, fuck my ass, and fill it with your seed. Please, please, please, let me come.”
I tossed my belt with the rest of my clothes and draped myself over Brax. “Is my pup going to be good now?” I crooned, letting my hands stroke down his stomach but not letting them wander far enough down to touch his cock.
“Yes, I’ll be the bestest boy, I promise, Sir,” Braxton whimpered.
Turning his head, I kissed him, sliding my tongue into his mouth and taking what I wanted from him. “Okay, pup, I’ll let you come as I fuck your ass so hard you scream so loud everyone at that party will know what I’m doing to you.”
“Oh God, yes, that’s what I want. I want her to know you’re fucking me,” Braxton agreed, wiggling his ass in excitement, which is how he got his nickname.
Sliding my hand between us, I removed the butt plug and lined myself up. Grabbing both hips, I slammed into him balls deep. Brax’s head shot up as he let out a deep guttural moan of pleasure. I did it twice more, and the man was already coming, letting his cum splatter all over my sheets. Grabbing his cock, I milked him as I pistoned in and out of him, knowing I wouldn’t be able to hold off my climax much longer. The whole process of getting to this point was foreplay for me. When it came time to do the actual fucking, I was halfway there already. With a roar, I bit down on his shoulder as I rutted up into him, breeding the fuck out of his ass while he came again in my hand.
Both of us tumbled onto the bed sweat-soaked and out of breath. We lay there for a moment as I kissed along the skin I had access to while murmuring how good he’d been. Then I slid out of him and hoisted the man up. He and I were about the same size, and I worked out to make sure I could do this for him. As all Doms know, the after care is just as important as the consent. I settled him in the tub, got the water running, and added his favorite bath salts before I joined him. Taking the washcloth, I gently scrubbed every part of his body, kissing any marks I left.
“Do you think we have a chance with her?” Braxton asked, surprising me.
“Brax, since when have you ever asked that?” I challenged. “The only way you’ll know is if you go for it. That being said, it might be smart to let her have a day or two to adjust before you make a move.”
Brax leaned back to look at me. “Really? You’re going to give me advice on sleeping with her?”
“Only if you invite me to play too,” I teased, kissing him on the cheek. “You know I don’t give a fuck who you sleep with because you’re always in my bed the next night. Plus, I think adding a third would make for some interesting nights.”
He let out a bark of laughter and relaxed into me, enjoying the pampering.What would our new boss think of our dynamic? Would she submit to me too, or would we be at an impasse?Like I told Braxton, only one way to find out.
six
AsIexpecteditto be, the party was dull and boring only without the added bonus of finding something to come back and steal later on. The only spark of entertainment was catching two of the men Father introduced to me copping a feel right in the middle of a crowd. I wasn’t shy about my needs by any means, happy to take what I wanted from the men I’d slept with. Still, we all have those dark fantasies, and one of mine had been to find a pair to play with.
Guys typically were open to having a threesome, but there were certain rules about interaction that kept them from letting loose and trying new things. They didn’t want to appear gay and screw it up, turning the woman off if they touched each other. Whoever told men women didn’t like some guy-on-guy action should be shot.
However, those two, Braxton and Jace, seemed to have zero issues with getting physical. The question was, did they play both sides or just for one team that needed a cock between their legs?
After the cake and following Father around the room being introduced to people I’d been studying for the past several years, I was finally given a chance to leave.
“Come on, squirt, let me show you to your room. You’re putting on a good act, but I can tell you’re dead on your feet,” Mathis whispered as he guided me away from one of the councilmen who’d been hitting on me for the past fifteen minutes.
“You’re a godsend.” I sighed and leaned into him. “I don’t think I could have kept pretending to laugh at his horrible jokes, but I know he’s one of the men who can change the vote on the zoning issue.”
Mathis simply looked at me with a raised brow. “Your old man really has been making sure you keep up with current events.”
“It would seem the only thing he kept from me was the new lieutenants he brought in to work specifically with me,” I grumbled. “I feel like there’s more to it than just wanting men who wouldn’t look down on me as a woman for being in charge.”
“I wouldn’t be too worried,” he commented, patting my arm. “This isn’t the old days when you get bartered off into a marriage for a business deal. The only reason your father did that the second time was he couldn’t see himself ever marrying someone he loved as much as your mother.”
“Sometimes I really wish I could have known her better, and then I’m grateful I didn’t because now I don’t live with her ghost either,” I admitted. “You know Daddy best… where does Casimira fit into all this? It’s one of the only things he won’t really talk to me about.”
Mathis’s face turned into a scowl at her name. “She was your mother’s best friend and spent time around the estate keeping Natalina company as your father traveled. Honestly, I think he keeps her around because she’s one of the only women he can talk to about your mother. I’ll hand it to the woman… she doesn’t cause trouble, knows her place, and not once have I ever heard her ask for her son to be more than what Colmazio’s given him.”
“Why didn’t he marry her instead of Flora? Sounds like he might actually have feelings for Casimira,” I commented. Mathis just let out a sigh and shook his head, refusing to comment. “I wonder if she’d be up to talking to me about Mother. It would be nice to know a little more about her from a friend’s point of view. I always wonder how similar we are or if she’d be proud of me becoming the underboss.”