Why haven’t you answered my calls? I’m flying to Atlantic City to look at an investment with my brother. Talk to you tomorrow.
I look over the financials for the business I’m evaluating for Nathan for the remaining duration of the flight. We tour the casino that he and several of his teammates are thinking of buying, and when a few red flags pop up, I dig in asking pertinent questions of the CEO, CFO and COO, so I can give my brother and his friends an honest assessment of the property and its financial viability, or lack thereof.
By the time I discover from Darryl through his contact at Dun & Bradstreet that the company’s DUNS number is in the toilet, I know also why they’ve been calling their creditors in advance about their receivables, and slow in making their payables.
I pull Nathan aside at four thirty in the evening, just after receiving the text from Darryl.
“You don’t want to buy this business, Nathan. It’s in trouble, and unless you’re going to get this casino for a lot less than they’re asking, fire the lot of the C-level management, and start over, you’ll be chasing bad money with good until something comes along and tanks the company once and for all—like a huge winning payout and a couple of law suits.”
“I trust your judgment,” Nathan says. “Thanks for taking a look, though.”
“Let’s just shake hands now and tell them we’ll be in touch in a few days. Yeah?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
We extricate ourselves from the failing casino as fast as we can and re-board my plane. However, air-traffic control keeps us grounded until a storm blows over in the Midwest. When we are finally cleared for take-off it’s a quarter past ten, and we’ve had dinner, after-dinner drinks and a long nap on the plane. I don’t check my phone again until we prepare for takeoff. Sometime around eight pm Keisha left me a voice mail. I listen to it quietly before we take off:
“I think I’m going to pass on our arrangement,” she says. “There’s got to be another venture capitalist who will back us that I don’t have to sub for.”
My heart sinks. Well, I’ll be damned. She didn’t accept my offer even after I pulled out multiple stops to ensure she would. I guess that goes to show I don’t know women half as well as I think I do, and I’m furious that I might have lost the one woman who’s done anything for me in—forever.
“Fuck!”
“Hey, what gives?” Nathan says.
“Keisha just refused to sub for me.”
“Really? Why?”
“I don’t know—” I say, but Nathan isn’t buying it. He glares at me until I sigh and come clean. “I might’ve attached their business loan to the deal.”
“What? Tristan, no woman likes to be made to feel cheap.”
“I wasn’t trying to make her feel cheap. I just wanted to ensure she would accept my offer.”
“By blackmailing her into it?”
“I didn’t really blackmail her. I just told her if she’d agree to be my submissive, I’d give them the capital to start their business. And it was in the bag. Or so I thought.”
“Not until your indecent proposal gave her second thoughts.”
“I can’t believe I fucked that up,” I say.
“Call her,” Nate suggests. “If you make an appeal quickly, she might change her mind again.”
“It’s late. I’d just as soon talk to her tomorrow.”
Nate shrugs. “Suit yourself.”
Landing at Midway after midnight, the car service is crossing Western at sixtieth, when I mention casually to Nathan, “Keisha doesn’t live far from here.”
“No shit?” Nathan perks up. “Let’s do a drive-by.”
“Why?”
“We could just see if there’re any lights on.”
“And then what? You’re just curious to meet her. It’s not polite to visit anyone at this time of night. Unannounced.”
“Time out for being polite. She was a possible submissive and you’ve gotten busy with her least once, right? She might need a little cuddling to take the edge off tonight.”
“Is that what we’re calling booty calls now?”
“I was just phrasing it that way to keep you from being offended. Anyway, she’s the one who turned your offer down over voice mail. You need to go see what’s going on.”
Twin brothers are notorious for talking you into shit.
I give the driver Keisha’s address before I can talk myself out of going over there at this ungodly hour, and a couple shots of single malt gives me the liquid courage to resist changing my mind.
Nathan rings the doorbell like the maniac he is hopped up on single malt and curiosity.
“They’re not going to come to the door any faster because you keep pressing the doorbell in rapid succession,” I say.
“They need to know the urgency of this visit,” he says. “I hope her roommate is home and she’s smoking hot.”
“Shut the fuck up, okay?” The light from the unit next door to Keisha and Jada comes on. “See, you’ve woken up their neighbor. Just be quiet. I think I hear someone coming.” There’s a whispered exchange behind the door that I can’t make out, then the door to Keisha’s unit swings open.
“You were two seconds away from getting the cops called on your ass,” she says the moment she sees us, addressing me specifically. “What the hell are you doing here this time of night?”
I check my Rolex. “It’s technically morning.”
“You know what I mean.”
Before I can explain, we hear the neighbor’s chain lock jingling next door. Keisha gestures quickly to us. “Get in here. Now!”
Nathan and I follow her orders without hesitation, smirking because I warned him this would be her reaction. She regards us through narrowed eyes. Her annoyance becomes something akin to awe when I introduce Nathan to her.
“Nathan, this is Keisha Beale. Keisha, Nathan.”
She does not control her excitement at meeting my brother, the celebrity. “Wow! The Buffaloes point guard in my living room. It’s so nice to meet you, Nathan.”
“Likewise,” Nathan says, really pouring on the charm with a genuine smile. Not the plastered-on one he uses sometimes when he’s making nice with fans.
Keisha’s star-struck status only lasts a moment before she turns on me again. “What was so damned important it couldn’t wait until morning? You woke me and my roommate up, as well as our nosy neighbor. What’s wrong with you?”
“You were right, Tristan, she does sound like a Domme,” Nathan says.
Remarkably my annoyance with her earlier has disappeared for the most part, and I’m proud to introduce this gorgeous creature before me to my brother. “Tell me about it.”
“I asked you a question, mister.” She says, not at all enthralled by our late-night visit, or the basketball superstar I have in tow.
“I got your voice mail,” I explain, as if that’s all the explanation she needs.
Her jaw drops, but she doesn’t have time to respond because, at that moment, Ms. Jameson enters the room looking as if she hasn’t been awakened in the middle of the night by one horny, and one curious twin. Nathan might be horny too, but that borders on TMI for even close brothers. Keisha blinks wide-eyed as her roommate breezes into the room.
“So, you’re the infamous Tristan White,” Ms. Jameson says and offers her hand to me to shake.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Jameson. From the business plan you drafted, you’re every bit of the shrewd businessperson your father is.”
She waves me off elaborately. “Daddy might have said something similar about you. Oh, and call me Jada. We’re going to be business partners after all.”
“I certainly hope so,” I say and glance at Keisha before I turn to introduce Nathan who is anxiously elbowing me in the ribs. “Jada, this is my brother, Nathan.”
Nathan’s salacious stare and the interested one Jada returns isn’t lost on me, as Ms. Jameson clasps Nathan’s hand in hers.
“This guy needs no introd
uction. We see you in our living room almost every week during basketball season.”
Nathan squints and says, “Have we met?”
“I don’t think we have.” Then she back-pedals. “Well not formally, anyway. We may have attended some of the same… events, but then we were both in the presence of other companions, I’m sure.”
What the fuck? Is that code for her having been to some lifestyle events? At any rate, I seriously don’t have any further fucks to give. I need to be inside my woman like a junkie needs smack. I grab Keisha’s hand, then turn to my brother and Keisha’s roommate.
“Jada, Nathan, play nice. I have something I need to square away with Keisha.” I head in the general direction from whence Jada came. Keisha follows, half-running to keep up with me. I stop in the middle of her meager hallway. “Which room is yours?”
She points right and I drag her into her bedroom, shut the door, and pin her against it, and kiss her without preamble. She resists briefly, but my tongue plunders her hot mouth, removing all the remnants of sleep until our taste buds are pickled by the scotch I just consumed in the limo.
Only when I know that I, and sense that she, need to breathe do I release her abruptly to scold her.
“How can you say no to this kind of passion? What are you afraid of? Do you need to do a trial run?”
“I just don’t like the idea of being involved with you when we’re doing business together. I’m going to apologize to Princess Danai and see if she’ll take on our project.”
“I wouldn’t approach her right now if I were you. I had to talk her out of pressing criminal charges and filing a civil lawsuit against you.”
I’m not an outright lying son-of-a-bitch in this matter, either. Darnelle did threaten suing in a rare fit of anger, but suffice to say, I made it worth her while not to pursue any legal action. I want this woman as my submissive so badly, I’d say or do anything to make that happen.
She looks appalled, but only says, “Oh.”
“If you’re going to open in a little over three weeks, I’m the only shot you have,” I say.
“What happens if this”—she gestures between us—”doesn’t work out? I need assurances that Kente doesn’t become one of your acquisitions.”
“Have you read the contract?”
“No.”
“I’ve included a provision for that. I think the language says that if personal relationships are severed, White Enterprises will ensure your company is backed by another entity before we part ways amicably.” Now this is complete truth, and some time in the future I’m going to have to come clean on my subterfuge involving Darnelle, but now isn’t that time.
“You would do that?”
I unearth a sworn affirmation that I would go to even more elaborate lengths to prove my desire for this woman.
“Right now, I’d do anything it takes to make you mine.”
CHAPTER NINE
It occurs to me as I’m grinding Keisha against the door and kissing the shit out of her that this is another rare occurrence. I don’t usually kiss submissives this much. Yes, during the sex act, I do, but not for the sheer pleasure of it. When this epiphany emerges, I break the kiss abruptly and scan her modest bedroom. It’s time to do what I do best.
Keisha looks bereft, but that doesn’t stop her from inquiring about my intentions.
“What are you looking for?”
“Items useful for improvisation.” My eyes land on the belt of her robe, where I promptly remove it from its loops.
“Do you trust me?” I ask, as I slip the robe from her shoulders and drop it to the floor.
“Yes.”
“Turn around.”
She doesn’t allow her curiosity to distract her from my requests, and she responds admirably. I use the belt from the robe to blindfold her.
Now for something to bind her hands. Ah, my belt will suffice. I unbuckle my belt and remove it from around my waist. Taking her hands, I cross them at the wrists and bind them with the soft Italian leather.
I inquire about the tightness, because I don’t want her to have circulation problems. “How does that feel? Not too tight?”
“No.”
“No, what?” I may have commended her on obedience too soon, because she’s forgotten her first verbal response. We’ll have to work more on that during our role play weekend when, not if, we get to that point.
Ms. Beale may be playing a bit hard to get. She may not have been aware of it, but I branded her on Saturday, and regardless of her display of resistance earlier, she will be back for what only I can give her. That is not conceit speaking. It is just a fact.
She corrects her faux pas. “No, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
I smile when I hear those words coming from her. She will learn that her simple acts of appropriate response revs my motor more than anything else, and she will reap the reward from my pleasure.
I take her bound hands in one of mine and pull her slowly toward the stuffed chair in her room, which I plan to use as a makeshift apparatus, since we’re not in my Grotto. I bend her forward, settling her waist over the arm of the chair and her forearms onto the cushion.
“Rest your head between your elbows on the cushion.” I say.
The chair leaves a little to be desired in regard to height, but I’m willing to compromise. I look down at the angle she’s in which puts her lovely ass on display for me, her short night gown partially obscuring it from my view. I run my hands underneath her nightgown, pushing the soft fabric onto her back. I will never get enough of looking at her roundness sans underwear. Sucking in a harsh breath, I splay my hands over it, reveling in the feel of her soft skin.
“No panties, Ms. Beale. You get points for this surprise.”
“I—”
“Uh, uh, uh. No talking unless I ask you a direct question,” I say this as I cease palming her gorgeous bottom to caress the smooth skin with my fingertips, leaving a trail of gooseflesh over her skin.
“Now I’m going to have to spank you. You will get the gist of this after a punishment or two.”
She stiffens and I know she has to be perturbed by my pronouncement, but I want her to know what the consequences might be when she’s disobedient, especially if we’re to proceed to a formal D/s relationship.
If she’s irritated by what I’m about to do, she doesn’t indicate it outwardly in any way. However, I notice as I unzip and drop my pants a fine sheen of perspiration on her forehead, even though the temperature in her room is very pleasant. I chalk it up to nervousness, and retrieve a condom from my pocket. Thank fuck I resumed the habit of carrying one after our first tryst on Saturday.
Tearing the prophylactic packaging open, I immediately sheath myself and move behind Keisha, teasing the head of my cock against her dripping sex.
“I can see that you want this.” I want her, too, but I’ll just keep that part of the equation to myself.
Her audible gasp becomes a sigh, but she refrains from speaking out of turn.
“But first, you have to feel the sting of my hand on your delectable ass, Ms. Beale.”
She stiffens again, but then immediately relaxes. I give her some unsolicited advice as I massage her roundness again.
“The best thing to do is to free your mind. Don’t overthink what’s about to happen. Go with it and separate yourself from the worrisome arena of thought. Take what you are given and don’t let your mind get in the way of the sensual pleasures that follow immediately after the pain. Are you ready?”
“Y-yes, Sir.”
Beginning with her left cheek, I massage it in a circular motion, then give it a hard smack. She sucks in a hard breath at the force of the sting. Next I move to the other cheek and employ the same circular massage before smacking it.
Alternating sides, I only give her a total of six whacks, but my dick is already so engorged, I don’t need to spank her any more unless I want to come without fucking her. I enter her with a swift motion and after only a couple
of thrusts, Ms. Beale comes so hard her knees give way. I snake my arm under her torso to prevent her from falling and continue to work toward my own release.
When I’m sure she’s regained her footing, I reach around her torso to cup her breasts as I continue moving into her. I tweak her nipples, rolling them between my thumb and forefinger, all the while kissing her neck and shoulders. I am required to bend my knees awkwardly to accomplish this feat, but it’s going to be short-lived judging by her muscles contracting around me.
As I feel her getting closer, I pull out, raise her to standing and push her onto her back on the seat cushion. Leaving her hips on the edge of the arm, her legs fall open just so, displaying her swollen sex to my greedy mouth.
I move her bound hands over her head, and kneeling, I latch onto her as if doing a body cavity search with my tongue. Judging from the sounds coming from Keisha, it won’t be long before she orgasms again. It’s as if she can read my thoughts when her second orgasm rolls over her within the next minute.
When she ceases to spasm, I carry her to the bed, remove the belt from around her hands, and position her lying prone with her knees open. My erection has only become more engorged, so I enter her immediately and continues the activities we began on the chair. I don’t count how many, but there don’t seem to be many more strokes before I come, spectacularly, filling the tip of the condom, but I don’t immediately pull out.
I continue to move in her as I contort my head to lick, suck and massage her breasts until her final orgasm expels me.
Only then do I remove the makeshift blindfold, and allow Keisha to have her eyesight back. I try to remove any trace of smugness from my smile, but I’m not altogether sure I’m successful.
“Have I thoroughly convinced you now, Ms. Beale?”
Panting, she returns my smile. “Yes, Sir.”
In short order her smile disappears and her eyes widen in horror. “What are Jada and Nathan going to think?”
“That we’re in here fucking,” I say, with a laugh.
She punches me, and I tease her. “Do that again, baby.” Miffed by my teasing, she moves to roll away but I trap her. “Where are you going?”
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