Laughter lingered from her lips as she accepted my handshake. “Cockmaster?” She paused, feeling the taste of the title on her lips. “I like it.”
“I didn’t know you were in real estate.”
“I’m into anything that makes me, and my clients, lots of money.”
I nodded, gesturing towards my desk. “Why don’t we sit down–”
“I like the view.”
I paused, assessing her unwavering stance. “Then we’ll enjoy the view.”
“The business side of our relationship will be simple. I have clients with money to invest in property. You’ll help me with that. Simple.”
“Theoretically simple–”
“What are you doing with Gemma?”
“Whatever she wants me to do.”
“Why?”
“Why not?”
“Don’t talk circles–”
“Then don’t make it so easy.”
“Don’t test my patience. I can promise I don’t have much.” She paused, eyeing the plaques on the wall behind me. “There are plenty of dommes at the château. Why are you clinging to her?”
“Because she’s not fixated on my cock.”
She stepped back from the window, narrowing her eyes.
I mimicked her stare, unsure how carefully I needed to tread but willing to take the risk. “Since I answered your question satisfactorily, would you answer one I’ve been curious about?”
“You can ask, but that doesn’t mean I’m obligated to answer.”
“What happened in Gemma’s last relationship?”
She made her way towards the door, pausing with her hand on the handle. “If you hurt my friend, I’ll bury you.”
***
Gemma
***
I picked up my phone, my lips curving when I opened my favorite new app. Cole had been right. I did enjoy tormenting him from afar. It had become my new favorite activity, a novel distraction throughout my day, though I was certain the disruption it caused to his day was far worse. “Come on PK,” I prompted, patting my thigh on my way into the kitchen.
PK followed on all fours, remaining calmly at my feet as prepared his lunch. I glanced at the bottle of wine his owner had left me as a thank you for puppy sitting, eyeing the label. “Chateau Mouton Rothschild,” I mumbled, shrugging. “Is that a tasty wine, PK?” I asked, setting the bowl of food at my feet.
His smile flashed towards me before he bent down, his slave collar glistening around his neck as he devoured his food.
I picked up my phone again, opening the app and hitting the vibrate function, setting it to pulse. My phone dinged immediately, his message simple: “I’m in an important meeting, Mistress.”
“Apparently he’s in an important meeting,” I mused, smiling down at PK. “How unfortunate.” I hit the shock button, wishing I could see how he was managing to cover the discomfort.
My phone lit up again, his name flashing over my screen, the message a simple word. “Ouch.”
I smiled, turning back on the vibrate function to soothe away the pain. “Good boy, PK,” I cooed, running my hand through his hair.
He sat back, his tongue flicking my fingers when I tried to scratch his head.
My phone started ringing. Cole’s name lighting up the screen, his voice low when it drifted through the speaker. “Are you trying to kill me, Mistress?”
“What’s wro–” The words drifted off when I remembered I’d left him on vibrate.
“Please, Mistress. I’ve had my hard cock stuffed into my waistband for thirty minutes and my balls are starting to hurt.”
Laughter burst from my lips as I pulled my phone away from my ear long enough to turn his collar off. “Better?”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“When you get home from work tonight, you’ll pay for my kindness.”
A rough breath rolled through the speaker. “At your mercy, as always.”
I hung up, tapping my fingers against the counter, my heart second guessing before I began typing out the text with Mistress Anastasia’s address. I glanced down at PK, curious how Cole would react when he realized what kind of puppy I was petsitting.
PK followed at my heels as I made my way upstairs, past his framed football photos hanging on the walls, past the framed jerseys and other memorabilia, past his crate and into the bathroom. I sat on the edge of the bathtub and turned on the water, smiling at PK’s hardening cock as I stripped out of my clothes. I shook some bath salts and bubbles into the tub before stepping into the hot water, closing my eyes as I sank into the suds. “I think I’m in love, PK,” I murmured, certain he would keep my secrets. “It’s terrifying.”
His head tilted, his pale gaze studying.
“Were you terrified?”
He nodded, his lips slightly curving.
“Do you ever regret it?”
He shook his head, his name tag jiggling with the movement.
“I get so confused sometimes,” I started, leaning over to rest my folded arms on the side of the tub. “I thought I was in love with Arlo, and thought I could never love anyone as much as him, but that wasn’t love. It was something toxic, something desperate. I guess I’m no better than every other woman– addicted to the walking red flag of a man I thought my love was enough to change.”
He remained silent, his eyes somber as he listened.
“Now I feel like I’m Cole’s red flag. He’s too open, too honest, too perfect and I’m too jaded and tainted–”
“No, Mistress.” The sound of PK’s voice stopped my thoughts, deeper and calmer than I had expected. “Never.”
***
Cole
***
I stepped out of my car, glancing up at the mansion she’d sent me the address to. It smelled of money and fresh cut grass, the same as I imagined the other extravagant homes surrounding it did. I slowly turned around, curious. It was in a gated community on the good side of town, the neighbors far enough away for privacy but close enough that I couldn’t imagine it being another château.
I jogged up the steps to the front door, ringing the bell, my smile flashing when Gemma pulled open the door. “Nice house…” My words trailed off as I stepped into the foyer, noticing the massive man on his hands and knees next to her. A slave collar was locked around his neck, the rest of him naked other than a puppy tail butt plug wiggling in the air with his movement. When the shock wore off recognition hit bringing on a new wave of disbelief. “You’re PK Xander.” The statement slipped from my mouth, his head tilting as he stared at me. I tore my gaze from his, moving it to Gemma’s. “You’re puppy sitting PK Xander?”
“I didn’t know you liked football–”
“He’s one of the greatest linebackers of all time!”
She shrugged, reaching down to pet him. “I don’t know anything about all that, but I know he’s such a good boy.”
He began wiggling at her feet, his tail wagging as his cock hardened. The breath dissolved in my lungs, heat surging through me. There was something about watching her dominant another man, watching him eager to please her and watching her torment him that I found disturbingly erotic. The scene with Master William had brought the strange kink to life, making me recognize things within myself I hadn’t understood before.
“Come,” she commanded, snapping her fingers. PK remained at her heels while I followed behind her, glancing around the house as we made our way to the living room. “It’s late, time to settle down. Mistress Anastasia will be home in about an hour and PK needs to be ready for bed by then.” She sat down on the couch, turning on the television. I found myself hesitating, unsure where my place was. Normally I would assume it was at her feet, but PK was already there, and I was certain that dog was lower than slave.
“Sit,” she prompted, reading my hesitation and gesturing to the cushion beside her. I sat next to her, surprised when she got up and sat in my lap. She leaned back, relaxing against my body, her hips rubbing briefly against my lap to tease. PK was on his knees, quiet in his submission. Her legs spread slightly, giving him a glance of what was beneath her dress. His tongue flicked over his lips, his eyes searching.
She grabbed my hand, pushing it between her legs as she spread them further. There were no games between us. No secrets, no questions, only our desires twisting into a perfect spiral of darkness. My fingers slid between her folds, not waiting for further guidance as I watched PK’s obedience become more tortured. Her body jumped when my fingers curled inside her, her arousal soaking into my skin, the sound of her need seeping through the air.
Her fingers dug into the back of my hand, shoving my hand against her, rubbing her clit against my palm. “I want you inside me.”
My fingers slipped out of her, quickly unbuttoning my pants and shoving them to my ankles. She rubbed herself over me, soaking me in her arousal before sitting back until I slid inside her. She sat back, controlling my depth, her back pressing into my chest as she ground down. My hand found her clit again, pressing against it until she shoved it away. She reached forward, her fingers curling over PK’s collar, pulling him between her legs. His mouth pressed into her, sucking and caressing, her body trembling.
I shifted, thrusting as much as I could, the small movement I could manage more than enough to force a gasp from her lips. PK glanced up from between her legs, his tongue never breaking contact, carefully following the movement my thrusts were creating. Her head rocked back, resting against my shoulder as she surrendered, allowing us to provide the pleasure radiating through her.
Her body relaxed as she entrusted it to mine, the realization pulsing through me. I stared down at PK, the threat only taking a moment for him to realize. We didn’t need to speak, the rules and goal clear– we were in service to her, our only goal her pleasure, my gaze firing a warning if he failed in his position. His eyes narrowed, his own warning firing back, reminding me I wasn’t the only one who lived to serve.
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