by Wane, BJ
Tonight he had made it plain that he didn’t know her or her needs at all, nor did he care to learn. She was about to utter the one word that would end this charade immediately, and sever any ties with him that she had had or hoped for.
“No.”
Brock braced himself as he turned around, nodded at Greg and Nathan and walked back to her. The men left quietly as he removed the collar, leash and cuffs, blanching when she grabbed the small throw off the bed and wrapped it around her. With that small gesture he knew he had succeeded in doing what he had set out to do, destroying her fantasy. Silent tears streaked her pale face, but she didn’t say anything as she turned to go around him.
“Lillian?”
“What?” she asked, not turning to look at him, clutching the blanket tightly.
“You’re upset and it’s late. I don’t have the right to ask, but I’m going to anyway. Would you stay here tonight so I won’t worry about you getting home safely? You can stay in here and say good-bye to Jean-Luc in the morning. He’ll want to see you off.”
It was the mention of Jean-Luc that swayed her. He had been good to her, looking out for her as a father would. And, she was tired and emotionally overwrought. She still couldn’t believe he was going to leave her alone to be used by his friends while he watched television in another room. She didn’t want to fuck his friends, not without him there, watching or participating, his eyes lit with pleasure and lust. She suddenly felt dirty and wanted a shower more than she wanted to leave.
“Yes, I am tired. I’ll go first thing in the morning.”
Brock breathed a sigh of relief before heading to the door. “I’ll pack up your things and leave them outside the door.”
When he returned fifteen minutes later, her bags packed, the door was closed, but he heard the shower running and he knew she was trying to scrub the memory of him off of her. He didn’t blame her. Feeling her loss already, he retired to his room alone.
Lillian carried her bags downstairs and left them by the front door the next morning before going in search of Jean-Luc to tell him good-bye. A glance into the great room showed it to be empty, including the place next to Brock’s chair where her mat had laid for the past few weeks. Forcing back tears, she strode into the kitchen, expecting to see Jean-Luc, but instead encountered Brock setting two places at the table. Her mat in here
was gone also, its absence glaringly obvious.
“Jean Luc is getting some syrup from the pantry, he’ll be right back. He made your favorite, the banana, macadamia nut pancakes,” Brock told her while trying to ignore the pain he had caused her. She didn’t realize it now, but in a few days she would see he had done her a favor.
“I really can’t stay. I need to…”
“There you are, ma petite.” Jean-Luc stopped in the middle of the kitchen, his eyes going from her clothed state, to the table set for two, to the empty spot on the floor where her mat used to lay to land accusingly on Brock. “Why are you shaming her this way?” His voice vibrated with indignant anger.
“Relax, Jean. Lillian has decided she needs to get back to her normal lifestyle a few days early is all.”
Lillian didn’t dispute his explanation, even though it was Brock, not her, that apparently felt the need to send her on her way early. The way Jean-Luc stood up for her made her feel a little better, not so ashamed of her actions in front of him the past few weeks. With a start, she realized this was the first time he had seen her with her clothes on, emphasizing just how different her lifestyle had been since living with Brock, a lifestyle she was already missing.
“I want to thank you for the wonderful meals. It’s been nice knowing you,” she told Jean-Luc sincerely. She felt the need to get away from both men as quickly as possible, her pain and disillusionment nearly suffocating her. “I’m sorry I can’t stay for breakfast, but I really must go.” She turned and headed out quickly, before she disgraced herself further and could not longer prevent the tears from falling. She heard Brock call her, but she didn’t look back. Her bags were gone from the front door, but she spotted them in the backseat as she jumped into her car. Grateful for Richard’s help, she spun away, refusing to look back.
Chapter Thirteen
Brock returned to the kitchen, bracing himself for Jean-Luc’s condemnation. The look on Lillian’s face as she fled haunted him, knowing he was the one who had caused her pain.
“You want to tell me what bone headed stunt you pulled to run off the best thing that’s ever happened to you?” Jean-Luc glared at him with accusation.
Brock poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down, the empty place next to his chair glaringly obvious. “I just felt the need to end the contract a few days early. That’s all. The end result is the same as it would have been three days from now with her leaving, going back to her normal life.”
“Somehow I doubt she would have been running out of here in tears come Saturday without you doing something to send her that way.” Jean-Luc sat next to him and refused to let him look away. “Give. What did you do?”
Brock told him, sparing no details, then waited for the backlash. Instead of a dressing down, which he richly deserved, Jean-Luc looked at him with a mixture of anger and pity.
“So, instead of taking a chance on her, seeing if she was willing to stay around after Saturday, you made up her mind for her. You’re an idiot.” With that simple statement, he rose, rinsed out his cup and hung up his apron. Before leaving, he turned to him once more. “All you had to do was look at her, Brock, just once really look at her and the way she looked at you. Do you really think she gave you everything because of some fantasy or contract? Think about it, and if you ever come to your senses, think about how you’re going to get her back. Because it’s not going to be easy.”
Brock knew Jean-Luc had a soft spot for Lillian, probably because he did too. But sometimes caring wasn’t enough, especially when you’re talking about making a commitment to a lifestyle that was so different, so restricting as theirs was. Lillian didn’t realize it now, but Brock had done her a favor by turning her loose. By the time she got over her humiliation, she will realize that what they had was just a fantasy and that it was never meant to be anything more.
Two weeks later…
Brock threw his arm over his eyes so he didn’t have to see the two blondes who were currently sucking his cock and his balls. They were extremely talented at fellatio and it was obvious they had performed the act together before. Being a man, he rose to the occasion, even though his mind was elsewhere, with someone else. It had been two weeks since Lillian left, two weeks of missing her, desiring her, needing her. Tonight, after several drinks and a curt admonishment from Kent to get laid and quit taking his surly mood out on everyone, he had taken his advice. And had spent every minute of the last hour wishing he hadn’t.
Visions of Lillian’s bright red head laying in his lap, those fuck me lips wrapped around his cock, tormented him, the pleasure she could wrought unsurpassed by any other. He missed her teasing smile, adoring looks, easy compliance and her body. A body that was made for him, made to give him pleasure. He missed her soft whimpers of pain followed by gasps of pleasure, missed that little catch in her throat as she started to climax followed by that glazed look in her eyes. But, most of all, he missed the way she looked at him, missed the way she lit up when she had done something that gave him pleasure. He missed what he had been searching his whole life for and had so foolishly thrown away.
Brock’s cock hardened further, but not due to the blonde’s mouth. It was the memory of Lil’s mouth that had him ready to explode. Before he could betray her further, he jerked away from both women and quickly donned a condom. Grabbing one, he had no idea what their names were, he pulled her on top of him.
“Ride me,” he demanded as he pushed her down on top of him, his cock sliding easily into her wet pussy. Turning to the other woman, he watched her finger herself a moment before offering, “You can get yourself off, or straddle my face. It’s up
to you.” His indifferent tone didn’t seem to phase her as she quickly knelt over his mouth and lowered her cunt to his lips. Facing the other woman, the two of them kissed and caressed each other’s breasts as they worked their pussies over his dick and mouth.
Brock filled his hands with the buttocks of the one on his face, kneading them roughly before separating them and thrusting two fingers into her rectum. The woman screamed, ground her wet, spasming cunt against his mouth as he latched onto her clit and sucked hard. Her come filled his mouth just as his filled the condom, his orgasm shaking him from head to toe but leaving him unsatisfied. He waited while the other woman achieved her satisfaction and then shoved both of them aside.
“You can keep the room for another hour if you want,” Brock said as he rolled off the bed, disposed of the condom and got dressed. Without looking back, he left to check on the happenings downstairs before taking his sorry ass home.
After checking in with security and Kent, Brock spotted Greg and joined him at the bar. “A beer, Eric.”
Taking a sip of his own beer, Greg eyed his friend knowingly. “Well, did it help?”
“Thanks.” Taking his beer from Eric, he took a large swallow before asking, “Did what help with what?”
“Getting laid. Did it help put Lillian out of your mind? Put you in a better mood?”
Eric hovered near them, wanting to hear his answer also. All his employees missed Lil and blamed him for her absence. “No. Satisfied?” Glaring at Eric, he added, “Both of you?”
Greg just laughed and Eric mumbled something about stubborn bosses and walked off. “So, I was thinking. Since you’re done with her I thought I’d give her a call. I’m looking for a new sub, this time one more like Lillian, eager to please…”
“Fuck off, Greg.” Even though Brock knew he was baiting him, just the thought of his pet submitting so fully to another man made him see red.
Greg sighed, finished his beer and then glared at his long time friend. “If you don’t want someone else to have her, then go get her back, because I know for a fact several guys that are interested in taking up where you left off. If it wasn’t for our friendship, I would’ve already made an offer for her.”
“You were there, Greg. That little scene was the ultimate betrayal of a sub, you know that. Even though we know I would never have gone through with leaving her with you two, she doesn’t know that. And if she does, then she’ll know I did it to get rid of her.”
“So, convince her you were an ass. Shouldn’t be too hard to do since you were. Then convince her you want her back, on your terms, no contract. I saw the way she looked at you. She was crazy about you. Her eyes practically lit up when you were pleased.”
Apparently Brock had kept his blinders on way too long where Lillian was concerned. Everyone seemed to see what he had desired all along, only he was too worried about the future to take heed of the present. “What would be the point? We both know a relationship like that could only be temporary. She’d leave eventually and then what?”
“Then you’re no worse off than you are now, except what if she doesn’t leave? Then your insecurities will have cost you something, and some one, very special. You won’t know if it’ll work until you give it a try.”
“What if she won’t see me, won’t listen? I know if she had betrayed me, I wouldn’t give her a second chance.”
Greg tossed some bills on the bar and slapped Brock on the back as he rose. “I wouldn’t either. Let’s hope she’s more forgiving than either of us. If she doesn’t listen, call me. I’ll help you kidnap her, tie her down and fuck her until she does.”
“I just may take you up on that if she proves stubborn,” Brock said as he seriously considered going after Lillian and doing whatever he had to do to get her to come back and give him another chance. After all, Greg was right. If she left eventually, he’d be exactly where he was right now, miserable, unsatisfied and alone.
Lillian tore open the envelope and was dismayed to find her check to Fantasy for her application fee returned to her. A note attached to it simply read, ‘I’ll be in touch’. She hadn’t had any contact with Brock over two weeks, nor had she returned to the club. Whenever she recalled his betrayal, it was all she could do to keep from weeping, the pain of his deception was still too raw.
“Hey boss, there’s a call for you from Brock Matthews on line two,” Sue called out from her desk in the reception room.
Talk about timing, she thought as she stared at the blinking light. But, if just the thought of him still brought her to tears, then she knew there was no way she could get through a conversation with him without making a pathetic fool of herself and begging him to let her come back. “Take a message, please, Sue. I want to get out of here.”
A few minutes later, Sue, Lillian’s assistant, plopped down in the chair facing her desk, kicked off her shoes and tucked her feet under her. “Okay, boss, it’s time to spill all. Let’s go get a drink and you can confide in me why you’ve been moping for over two weeks, why you’ve lost weight and why there are circles under your eyes from lack of sleep.”
Lillian smiled at her wishing she was looking forward to the weekend. “I don’t think so, Sue…”
“I’m not taking no for an answer, even if you threaten to fire me. He sounded really hot by the way.”
“Who?” she asked as if she didn’t know.
Sue rolled her eyes. “God, Lil, I can’t believe you let a guy fuck you up so bad so fast. You need me to snap you out of it. So, come on. I’ll get you drunk, you’ll spill everything, I’ll convince you he isn’t worth crying over and then I’ll set you up with someone. You’ll soon forget you ever met Brock. That is who was on the phone, wasn’t it?”
Lillian nodded her head and wished it was that easy, but she was afraid having discovered her fantasy was everything she had ever dreamed it could be has ruined her for anything even close to normal. Not even a sub/dom relationship sounded enticing, especially if her dom wasn’t Brock. She had spent the first few days back home in bed, too upset to even go into the office. She found wearing clothes all the time confining, especially when she started wearing a bra and panties again. She missed being pampered, her every need being seen to. She felt empty, her orifices aching to be filled with Brock’s seed, her heart aching to see the pleasure she had brought him reflected on his face and in his dark eyes. She missed his slow, deep, commanding voice, his hard body and even harder cock, and his belt. She really, really missed his belt. She was edgy constantly and she remembered how calm and relaxed she always felt after he whipped her, and how explosive her climaxes were when her ass was sore and swollen from his ministrations. In seeking to explore her fantasy, she had found her worst nightmare. Life without her master.
Lillian looked at Sue’s face and knew it would be a battle to turn her off her plans, a battle she wasn’t up to. She really didn’t want to go home anyway. Maybe after a few hours and a few drinks, she would be able to fall into bed and sleep without crying.
“If you’ll drop the plan to set me up with someone, I’ll have a few drinks with you.” Rising, she locked her desk and grabbed her purse.
“And tell me everything?” Sue quickly slipped her shoes back on and hurried out after her, not wanting her to change her mind.
Lillian grinned. “Depends on how many drinks I’ve had. I’ll meet you at the Lagoon.”
The Lagoon was a small but popular club on the waterfront and was already crowded when Lillian and Sue arrived. Luckily, they found a table in a back corner and after her second Marguerita, Lillian was feeling a happy buzz that still did nothing to alleviate thoughts of Brock.
“Okay, give,” Sue said after ordering another round. “Tell me everything, every little detail.”
As open minded and adventurous as Sue was when it came to sex, Lillian didn’t think she would understand her need to give herself so completely to a man. Besides, her short time with Brock was personal and some details she wanted to remain that way. She still fe
ared ridicule or condemnation for her desires and actions. She wished she knew some of the subs she had met at the club and at Brock’s home. They had witnessed her commitment to Brock first hand and seemed to understand it, even envy it.
Waiting until their third drink arrived and she had downed a good portion of it, Lillian told Sue about Fantasy, the application, the auction and living with Brock for its duration, but she left out a few details that others might find degrading as a woman, details of her kneeling by him, being bathed and fed by him, being punished and shared with others. Details she found great comfort and enjoyment from.
Sue listened attentively, didn’t interrupt and then said simply, “Oh, man. I have to admit I’ve dabbled in the submission fetish a time or two and it wasn’t for me, but if a guy like Brock ordered me to bend over, I just might do it. Was he really hot?”
Lillian laughed out loud causing a few heads to turn their way. “Yeah, he was. Really, really hot.” And sexy, domineering and thoughtful, she remembered with longing.
“I gotta tell you, Lillian. That’s one fantasy that sounds exciting. Too bad he turned out to be such an ass.”
Lillian’s first reaction was to defend him, but she didn’t. In truth, she didn’t think Brock would have gone through with leaving her alone with those two men, but the only other reason for him to orchestrate such a scene was to get her to leave him sooner than planned. And that hurt just as bad.
“Yeah, too bad.”
“Maybe he got cold feet. Men do that you know. They’re such pigs.” Sue grinned at her, trying to make her feel better.