Seeking Our Destiny : Nelson Brothers'

by Liberty Parker

  “I have plans this evening, I need to be out of the office no later than five. Is that going to be a problem, boss?” He quirks an eyebrow at me before a scowl forms on his face.

  “What kind of plans?” His tone comes out gravelly. It sounds as if he’s been gargling glass; I hide my smirk from his aggravation.

  “Private ones. If I wanted you involved, I’d have asked for your opinion.”

  “That’s open-ended, Destiny. Stop fucking around and tell me what the hell you’re up to.” He huffs and puffs so much, I’m just waiting for him to blow the house down.

  “Like I said, if I felt like filling in the blank spots for you, I would. I’m a big girl, Silas. It’s time you let me be my own woman. I don’t need a fucking keeper,” I bark at him, not meaning for my words to be so harsh and brazen, but my irritation is at a peaked level.

  “Not trying to hold you back, Destiny. You seem to have forgotten that not that long ago you were held captive. The organization is still alive and kicking. You willingly placing yourself in danger shows how immature you really are.” Motherfucker! How dare he insinuate that what happened to me was my own fault?

  “You know what, Silas?” I twirl around on the balls of my feet and glare at him. “Eat rocks, fuckface!” I shout and stomp out of the room. What I really wanted to do was claw his fucking eyes out and cut out his sharp tongue. He can really be an asshole when he wants to be.

  Silas

  That little trouble-making she-devil is going to be the death of me. I swear that woman has no concept of what’s right and what’s wrong. She has tunnel vision and I’m just the man to make her take notice of everything off to the side and not only what’s front and center. She needs to learn to use her peripheral as well. That woman and her nearsighted ways need to change. I take a minute alone in the kitchen, counting to ten and admiring the kitchen ceiling before hunting her down. She will tell me what she has planned tonight. If I can’t be on her security detail, I need to have one of our team members on her.

  Atticus and I are supposed to be scoping out a club in town, it’s been noticed that members are coming up missing. More women than men, but we need to shut this shit down and quickly. Club Oblivious is a local BDSM club that caters to a higher-class crowd, but the rumbles we’ve been hearing are that they don’t take the whole safe, sane, and consensual aspect to heart. While we can’t base our actions on rumor, in addition to the missing people, several have been injured when scenes went too far. There should be a Dungeon Monitor watching and assessing situations, but apparently, he or she isn’t up to the task of ensuring everyone’s doing as they should. As a Dom myself, that’s not acceptable behavior and isn’t the right way a Dom/sub relationship should evolve. I now prefer to play at home, but I’ve had a membership at a long-standing, reputable club for years, and am often called in to mentor new Doms. If this startup is hurting people who are new to the lifestyle, that’s not good for the community as a whole. We already have a bad rap as controlling, sadistic assholes, when we truly aren’t the ones in control. The sub holds all the power in our relationships. They are the ones to consent, control what play is done, and have the power to stop it once in play. All they have to do is use their safeword and all scenes come to a halt.

  If people knew the truths and facts about D/s relationships, they’d view it as a beautiful moment between two consenting adults. Ones who enjoy things outside of the vanilla ‘acceptable’ type of sexual acts. Not that I haven’t enjoyed that at times with Destiny, but I know she’s a natural submissive and I’ve enjoyed watching her bloom during our time together as she takes hold of her own sexuality. I know that any psychologist would say that my need for control stems from my childhood, from my father’s abusive hand and harsh words. But for me, it’s about taking something of my own, and making it exceed all expectations.

  “Destiny!” I bellow as I enter my office. Right now, I want to redden her ass then deny her the orgasm that I’ll build in her, I’m so pissed. I need to get that under control, though, because that borders on sadism and I’m not that man.

  “What?” She twirls around with her hand firmly planted on her chest. “You don’t have to scream the damn walls down, Silas, I’m right here!” She portrays by pointing her finger to the ground. “You’re always growling like a… like a damn growly bear.” Her frustration is cute, and it makes me hard every time she looks at me with wide eyes. I want everything with her and I always get what I want.

  “Talk,” I command as I walk up to her, invading her personal space.

  “Silas,” she whispers out my name. It’s as if she’s secretly calling me closer as I end up toe-to-toe with her.

  “Tell me.” I quiet my voice down. It’s my Dom, gruff, commanding voice. She quivers where she stands.

  “Tell you what?” She licks her lower lip, eyes glued to mine.

  “Don’t play with me, Kitten.” I use the nickname that’s usually used solely for our ‘alone’ time. It does the trick and she begins speaking, only when her truths spill from her lips, I see motherfucking red.

  “I uh… I have a personal invitation to visit a club. Um… you know, to get more of a ‘personal’ look into our world.” I raise my brow, waiting for more to erupt from her thick, luscious lips that my eyes are captivated by.

  “What club would that be?” I raise my eyes to hers and see her hesitation to answer me. “The truth, Destiny. Now, Kitten.” Here I am, harder than a fucking steel pipe, and what I want to do and what I will do is warring inside my brain.

  “Well, the owner of Club Oblivious and I have been communicating in a chat room for subs who have questions. He’s invited me to see the… um, whole kit and caboodle?”

  “Is that a question or a statement, Kitten?”

  “A statement,” she raspily replies. I know my close proximity is getting to her with the way her chest is heaving with exertion.

  “No.” Only one word needs to be said. She isn’t going, end of motherfucking story. She wants to play, I’ll play. I’ll show her everything I’ve been holding off on until I believed she was ready. Now, nothing is going to hold me back, she’s just opened the door and I’m marching right the fuck through.

  “What do you mean, no?” she asks, her hands now firmly fisted on her hips. I love that her feisty, sassy, snarky side has come out. When we initially rescued her, she was so scared of her own shadow that it was hard to watch. She was a shell of the woman she’s recently become. The way her petals have opened up have me a walking, talking, hard-on. My pants are always tight, and I am in constant need of rubbing one out with thoughts of her. The way her hips sway when she walks, the way her mouth opens when she talks… every bit of it fucks with my dick. No other woman has ever had this impact on me. My ability to control my body has been borne through the hell of my past.

  Fucking woman owns me.

  “Just what I said, Destiny. No. No, you’re not going. No, you’re not playing with anyone else. No, you’re not investigating the lifestyle on your own.”

  “You can’t stop me, Silas. I don’t belong to you; you’ve made it abundantly clear that commitment is not in your wheelhouse.” Look at her using her grown-up words. Still means nothing because she’s not going and if I have to tie her ass to the bed to keep her safe, that’s what I’ll do. Come to think of it, I have the new silk ropes I bought to use on her… I have my very own secret dungeon. Who needs a red room when I have my own furniture and devices at my disposal? My brothers know of the room, but it’s my sanctuary and they know if they enter… I will fuck them up. That’s the one room in this house that is off-limits to anyone other than me.

  It’s mine… just like she is.

  Whether she’s ready to admit that to herself or not, she’ll know it sooner rather than later. I just have a few things that need wrapping up before I claim her as my own. First order of business, find the scum who could harm her and rid them from this world. Second, that’s the one I’m looking forward to the most—collaring h
er. Then, she’ll have an everyday reminder of who owns her pussy.

  “I can and I will, Kitten. Don’t push me.” I see the effect my voice has on her and hide my grin. I’ve been deliberately using my Dom tone on her and I can tell from her hardened nipples that she’s feeling it. I bet if I stripped those tight ass jeans off her luscious body that I’d find her soaked with need. For me. I’m the only one who can satisfy her drenched pussy. Me. If anyone else tries, their body will never be discovered. I’ll bury that fucker so deep, that it’ll take generations for anyone to happen upon them.

  “Well, I’m going, Silas. I’ve already told the owner what my limits were, so I’ll be safe.” My red vision has now turned black… I’m gonna fuck that place up if she steps even one toe inside that building.

  “And just what would those limits be?” Now my voice is deceptively calm, even though I want to find this motherfucker and rip his hair out with tweezers, one strand at a time. He won’t be able to scream because I’ll have a gag shoved in his mouth. No one will ever fuck her again except me, and Miss Destiny Carsden needs to get with the motherfucking program and accept defeat! Her pussy, her body, her soul… it’s all mine for the taking.

  “No actual sex.” She has the decency to look away from me and I see a light blush covering her cheeks.

  “Do you actually think they’ll abide by that?” I question. I know they won’t, not from what Atticus and I have heard so far, but I need to see how much bullshit this person has fed her.

  “Of course, that’s part of the rules he sent to me,” she expresses, her voice all huffy. God, she’s fucking beautiful when she’s all frustrated and her shyness coats her skin. Her cheeks are a shade of pink that make me want to run my fingers over it. That’s for later, for now, I need to put my love in her place.

  “Let me see those rules, Kitten,” I demand, my stern voice back. There has to be some fine print somewhere for them not to have legal ramifications.

  “Really, Silas?” She looks at me as if I’ve grown an extra head. I growl out my anger with her constant need to question my authority. She needs to come to heel and do as I request. If not, the punishment for such behavior will be one that keeps her from sitting for days. My hand itches with desire to ease that ache inside of my chest.

  “You haven’t done what I asked, Kitten,” I state. By the time she’s done, her ass will be so raw that she’ll need to carry around an ice pack to ease the pain.

  “Because I don’t understand why you think they won’t abide by their own rules! Because I need to know more about this lifestyle.” And… I’m the fucking bastard who will teach her everything she wants to know.

  “Do you trust me, Kitten?” I know she does; our play has indicated that she trusts me implicitly, but I need to hear her say it out loud.

  “Dammit, Silas! Yes, I trust you. This has nothing to do with that!” She emphasizes her profound words clearly.

  “Then show me the damn contract!” I thunder, finally blowing my top.

  “Fine, you grouchy bastard!” I smile behind her back once she goes to her purse. Game on, Kitten. Get those claws ready, because I’ll be the one who tames you.

  3

  Destiny

  I bring the contract out of my bag and turn around. As soon as I do, I see his eyes hooded and his dick hard in his pants. “Um,” I lick my suddenly dry lips, “here it is.” My hands are shaking as I place it gently into his outstretched hand.

  “Better,” he mutters as he takes it and walks around to his desk. He brings out his readers and places them on his face. I cross my legs where I stand because the sexiness he exudes with them on gives me a teacher/student fantasy. I can picture it now, my hair in pigtails, a school uniform on, and socks up to my knees. I’d be wearing high heels and popping bubble gum exuberantly as my teacher scolds me for interrupting his class with my sexual prowess. I’d turn all the heads of the boys, as I spread my legs wide, showing off my girly bits through sheer panties. I’m nearly drenched with need as my mind wanders. I can see my ‘teacher’ bending me over his desk, flipping my skirt up and pulling down my panties, before he paddles me with his bare hand. I must make a noise because Silas whips his head up and studies me.

  He smirks at me then asks, “Everything okay there?” His head shifts to where his eyes are plastered where my legs are crisscrossing to ease the tension that’s built. “Bet you’re soaked right now,” he mutters, staring at my crotch. “If I pulled your jeans off, would you be wet for me, Destiny?”

  What the hell, it’s almost as if he can smell my desire. He reads me like a book, I can never keep anything a mystery from him. All my signs are out in the open, easily read where he’s concerned. Dammit, I need to get a poker face where he’s concerned. I clear my throat then ask him, “What makes you think I’d even let you check?”

  “Oh, you’d let me. You’d even enjoy it while I shoved my fingers inside your soaking wet pussy. You’d beg me for more. I’d take you right to the edge of pleasure then pull out. I’d do it several times before letting you come. Then, I’ll shove you to your knees and feed you my dick.”

  “Wow.” I hear the word huskily leave my mouth, but I don’t seem to be in control of what’s being said. I’m robotically answering as I try not to let my pants show the wetness dripping down my legs. I rub them together, trying to dry up the evidence before he spots it.

  He slams the paper on the desk and says, “Come here, Kitten.” When I hesitate, he uses that voice, the one that makes my legs quiver in anticipation. “Now.” I glide over to him, not realizing my feet are even moving before I’m standing directly in front of him. He spreads his legs wide and raises his arms in the air. It’s something we’ve done frequently, but I still like to make him work for it. It usually gets me into more trouble than I’m initially in, but something inside of me enjoys his hand as it swats my ass. “You already have five coming, keep stalling and I’ll add five more for every second you make me wait.”

  “What if I don’t want to bend to your will, Silas?” I feel my chest purring as I ask this of him.

  “Your body says otherwise, Kitten. Now, retract those claws and bend over like the good girl you are.” I want to sneer at him, demand he treat me like a lady, but honestly, I love the wanton woman in me more than the classy lady I’ve buried deep inside since my ordeal. Instead, I comply with his demand and find myself bent over his lap with my jeans and panties down around my knees before I can take my next breath. “Thinking I need to double your punishment, Destiny, because you’ve been quite a naughty girl, haven’t you?” I can feel the slickness running down my thighs at this point and the moan that slips out at his words has me rubbing my legs together furiously in order to slake the hunger he’s built in me.

  “Nuh uh, Kitten. Only I can give you pleasure, remember?” he whispers. I can feel the heat of him underneath me and the shiver that wracks my body has me bucking in his lap, his firm dick pressed against my hip.

  “Silas,” I plead. Right now, I’m half out of my mind and the only thing he’s done is talk. Well, my overactive imagination has helped, but he has no clue what his voice alone does for me.

  I feel his hand rubbing my ass then before I can brace, I hear the crack and feel the heat bloom across my ass. He rubs where he hit, then before I can draw in a breath, he hits the other side. Each smack sends me higher and I lose count, grateful that this time, I didn’t have to do so out loud. “Such a pretty shade of red, baby,” he croons.

  Before I can reply, the door to the office opens and I hear two sets of footsteps walk in. Lifting my head, I see Rex and Gordon entering our space. My breathing picks up, as one of my fantasies is being played out.

  The one I told Silas about months ago… I want to be watched.

  Admired.

  Make men hard from watching me come alone. I feel Silas rub his hand up and down my backside. He squeezes my cheeks, and I know my fantasy is fixing to become my reality.

  Silas

  “Have a s
eat,” I state, motioning to the two chairs in front of me. Neither of them lift an eyebrow at seeing Destiny over my knees, bare-assed. Of course, Rex is also a Dom and he smirks at me as if he knows what’s going on. While Gordon isn’t in the lifestyle, he’s been keeping an eye on Club Oblivious so I’m pretty sure he’ll catch on rather quickly. “Rex, lock the door behind you, would ya?” I ask. He complies quickly and has a seat. I pull my chair out from hidden view and hear Destiny’s breath hitch. “This little sub of mine was fixing to earn her punishment for disobedience. We’ll talk while I give her what she deserves.” I smile when I see her soaked pussy gush. She’s always wanted this, but I never had anyone who I trusted enough to share it with. But this is more than just a coincidence that they came in, it’s fate.

  “Silas,” Destiny whimpers out. My hand has stilled, which has her uneasy.

  “Quiet, Kitten. You don’t speak unless given permission to. If you do, you will add ten more swats on your ass, understood?” She nods her head, but not a peep leaves her mouth. “Good girl,” I utter as I caress her ass. “Now, where was I?”

  “Are we free to talk in front of her, boss?” Gordon inquires. He knows we don’t speak business matters in front of others on a normal basis, but this is a special circumstance. My girl needs to know what all she’s gotten herself into when she contacted Club Oblivious.

  “Absolutely. She knows better than to repeat anything that’s said, right, Kitten?” Again, she nods but says nothing. “So, what have you two found out?” I request.

  “Whoever contacted you and Atticus was on the money. We’ve been watching without interfering for the past week and have seen several women go in who never come back out. There have also been three men as well. Rex has hacked into the police department records and there are missing persons reports filed on each one of them.” He pulls out a bunch of papers and lays them on my desk. My hands are busy so I ask if he will open the file and turn the pages.