Big Bad Daddies: A MFM Romance

by J. L. Beck

  I decide to get dressed. I need to go to the club today. I need it bad. I feel like I have no control over my life lately and I need to get my edge back.

  So, after just a glass of OJ. I head out.

  The club has saved my sanity in the past and it will again. I drive up and the valet smiles at me. He knows my reputation and he among others sort of idolizes me. If he only knew the half of it.

  I enter the club after passing my card over the security panel. You cannot get in here like other clubs, it is why I like it here.

  The maître dom greets me. He smiles. “Mr. M, so glad to see you today.”

  “Hey, Blitz.” I give a half smile back.

  He nods and leads me down the hallway. The place is decorated in muted colors. Elegance and class, another reason why I like it here. I follow him to the ante room.

  Sitting in one of the chairs, I let out a sigh as my fists curl. So much energy inside me and I can hardly contain it.

  Soon, I see several women. I sit up and take a look.

  They walk over and bow their heads.

  One is a redhead, one is a brunette and the third is a blonde.

  Blitz knows me. I like variety. But what he doesn’t know is my secret. Interesting. I do love blondes. I again, am wondering if she will do it. I stare at the blonde one. “Number three on the right, raise your head.”

  Slowly, she does and looks at me.

  I feel hard as her eyes meet mine. Yes, this may be a possibility.

  I nod at her. “You two can go.”

  The other two raise their heads and I can clearly see the disappointment on their faces. I want to smile but I don’t. It is well known in the club what I can do for a woman. Especially, a sub. Blitz told me a few weeks ago that the subs fight to get a spot with me. I shrugged it off.

  Yes, at six foot three, 180 pounds in wonderful shape and wide shouldered, I’m nothing to write off for most women. It is also known here—as some sub talked about it when she should not have—that I am well endowed. I’m also powerful, demanding, and know all of a female’s G spots and I pamper you afterward.

  Suffice to say, if they talk about it, they are not allowed back. Rules are rules. I had Blitz bar that particular sub from the club.

  I stand from the chair.

  Little blondie gasps and lowers to her knees. Head down.

  Yes, interesting. Well trained. “Have you been a sub long?” I ask the first question.

  “No, no sir…”

  Great. Passes the first one. I’m not like most doms, I like newbies, more fun to train.

  “Do you do a job that requires skin to show?”

  She pauses at this one, head still down. “Um, yes sir.”

  “How much skin?” I’m hoping she isn’t a stripper, only because I leave marks in places that might hinder her performing soon. Not real bad marks just some pink. I hide my smile. I love to pinken their skin, to just a sweet rosey hue. Then kiss the pink away, if they please me.

  “Um, cocktail waitress. So mid-thigh down shows and my arms, some cleavage—”

  “Yes, yes,” I cut her off. Well, she passes that one too. I feel a bit of excitement but we aren’t done yet. “Raise your head and look at me.”

  Again, she does.

  I watch her eyes as she pauses at my thighs, then up to my crotch area, more pausing.

  Dammit.

  I wait.

  Her eyes widen as she levels them up to my chest. Her perusal stops at my neck. Her gaze focuses there for perhaps thirty seconds.

  I tilt my head. Again, interesting. My neck uh?

  Finally, her eyes meet mine. Then she looks away.

  Again, dammit. I sigh. Well, 2 out of three is as close as anyone has gotten in a long damn time. I nod. “Room 1 and do nothing until I arrive.”

  She nods and scurries away down the hall.

  Deep down, I am hoping this will still work. It has been forever.

  I get up and head to the tool room. I pause there. No. I don’t want any tools, whips, ballgags etc I’ve got my own. Hands, mouth, cock and words. I often skip the toys. Again, I grin.

  I head to the room. Opening the door, I see blondie on the floor head down. I wonder to myself… has she been that way for the last several minutes? Well, the rooms are soundproof, so maybe as she couldn’t have heard me approach and has been in the sub position for the whole time. Good girl

  I walk in and clasp my hands behind my back. “I require total submission, but I do like a bit of fire. You will have to use your instincts on that one. I will be a bit rough, but I will take good care of you. If any of this is not to your needs, you can leave now.” I wait.

  She remains in position.

  I continue my speech, “I do not require a safe word…only one. And that is NO. The minute you say no, this will be over in an instant. Do you understand?”

  She nods.

  “Say whether you understand or not.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Oh and that’s another thing. I want you to call me Jacob. Not Master, not Sir.”

  She pauses.

  Yeah, that one always throws them at first. I smile though she cannot see it. “That is my name and I am not a king.” Yes, different again, than most doms. I do not need the lordly names or reference. I like begging and panting, pleading to come at my hand. I like to sex them into exhaustion, spank them till they are pink and their bodies are squirming with pain and pleasure. Make them feel. Feel all of it from their pretty heads to their curling in pleasure toes. “I will master you but it will speak for itself.”

  Her body gives a tremble.

  Again, I grin. She is already wet I am sure. Well, before we are through, she will be soaking. I get hard again and hope flares again. “Stand,” I instruct.

  She does.

  “Look at me.”

  She raises her gaze.

  I look into her eyes. “I dub you angel. That will be your name here.” I gaze at her outfit. Skimpy as what they usually wear here. “Pull your tits out.”

  She instantly reaches into her bustier and pulls both out.

  I am continuing to be hard, yes her skin is creamy, her nipples pink and sweet. “Make your nipples hard for me,” I order in a low voice.

  She gulps and stares down at them.

  I want to chuckle at her confusion but don’t and I admire her waiting for detailed instructions. “Play with them till I say otherwise.”

  She passes her hands over them.

  “Pinch them.”

  She does.

  Now tug on them.”

  She does and I can see her breathing has escalated. She has no idea how far this will go, she may need oxygen, before I am through.

  “Now flick them and then rub them in circles.”

  She is almost panting now.

  Good.

  “Now strip off the rest of what you are wearing.”

  Her shaky fingers reach for the waistband of the very short skirt.

  “Bend over as you remove it.”

  Angel does as I order.

  I step up behind her. “Leave the skirt at your ankles and spread your ass cheeks open for me.”

  She is panting hard and I can see the pulse in her neck is beating hard.

  Yes, I build them slow then speed it up if they behave right.

  She grabs her cheeks as she is bent over.

  “Good little angel,” I purr. Her little rosy bud there is flexing s it shows how excited she is. Her pussy is shaven and glistening wet. Perfect. “Do you like being so open to me?”

  She nods and licks her lips.

  “You are thinking of my cock, aren’t you?” I ask.

  “Ye-yes, J-Jacob.”

  “Good girl. Now reach down and finger your clit.”

  She does in a hurry, as she is hot now.

  “Nasty girl, aren’t you?”

  She is panting bent over and massaging her clit. “Yes, Jacob.”

  I am hard, but not as hard as I should be. Oh well, I wi
ll give her a look. I step in front of her and unzip my pants. I am fully clothed for now. It seems to make them hotter for some reason to be half or fully nude while I remain in my suit and tie. “Take a look at my cock, little angel.”

  Her eyes raise up as she continues to massage her clit. She licks her lips again.

  “You like to suck, am I right?”

  She nods and her eyes are looking dazed.

  I give my dick a few strokes to get to my normal size. “Do you like to lick more or swallow deep?”

  Her eyes round at my increasing size.

  “Yes, I will fill you well if…”

  She is panting.

  “Your nipples are not hard enough. Use your other hand and get them hard for me angel. I like hard nipples.”

  She raises one hand up and plays with one then the other while still massaging her clit.

  “Nasty angel. Very nice. You like this?”

  She nods and is breathless.

  “So are you a licker or a sucker?”

  “A-a licker, Jacob, P-please. I’m going to come, p-please?”

  Music to my ears…Love it when they beg. “MMM, yes I am aware and you have been a good angel.” I step away from her gaze.

  She continues to do all I ask, pleasuring her body as she is panting very loudly and moaning.

  I sheath myself and step up behind her. “Spread your sweet pussy lips little angel.”

  Doing this, I see her juices dripping down her thighs. “Wet, just like I like my angels.” I stop to look at her beautiful her thighs spread open as she’s bent over for me, panting, her hips moving, and sweet nectar dripping. Her entire body is trembling. It is so hot and she did a good job. I pull my pelvis back and grab her hips. “Your pussy is mine little angel. You want my cock?” I ask the rhetorical question.

  “Yes, yes! Jacob YES!”

  I plunge into her in one hard thrust.

  She screams as I fill her. She’s a tight little box and it feels good to me. I pull back and pump her deep again.

  “Oh! OH! P-please?” she pleads breathlessly.

  I know what she wants… for me to allow her to come. I raise my hand and slap her ass.

  She screams and comes instantly.

  Her pussy clamps around me like a sweet vice. She came without permission, so I spank her again and then one more time. I feel like I might be there as her moaning and helpless throes of her orgasm takes her to the place we all yearn to be.

  I bend forward and lightly bite her on the shoulder. I’m hard as nails.

  Her gasping and panting slows.

  I stay hard but as always…I do not climax. It was a good try. I enjoyed her. I sigh and slip from her. “Kneel,” I instruct.

  Angel is still a bit breathless as she drops to her knees.

  Yes, that is my secret. I rarely come. I can perform all night, hard as a diamond, but other than a little ejaculation, no coming. Oh yes, I can jet my stream but usually in the shower by my own hand. Not with a woman. I have no idea why. This is just the way it has been for six months now. I’ve had a lot of women, and maybe I have become jaded?

  I gaze at this little female who looks pensive and I can see she is desperate to talk. Finally, I speak again, “You may look at me and say whatever you wish.”

  She raises her head. “You are magnificent. You are what I have always dreamed of. Thank you…Jacob.”

  I nod. “You were a good girl, though you came without permission.” I smirk at her.

  “S-so this means you are dismissing me?” Her blue eyes are round and pleading.

  I nod. “You were wonderful. Now let me clean you up.”

  She gets tears in her eyes and crawls to me on her knees.

  I feel for her. I know how subs think and what motivates them. She feels that she has failed somehow. “You pleased me little angel. Don’t feel badly about it. You are a good girl.” I grab her chin and raise it up “But with another dom, if you come like that without permission you will get punished.”

  She trembles and grabs my leg. “B-but you won’t punish me?”

  I sigh and smooth her hair. “No.”

  I find that to be the normal conclusion. I haven’t found the woman that makes me feel. Feel enough to climax, enough to punish, as I want to do.

  I toured the entire floor almost. It was exciting and there is more than just hot men here. There were lots of beautiful women too. So, I felt a little lackluster next to some of them. Is there something in the water? I again ask myself as I grin. Maybe it will work on me too. Then I did spot Trevor once. He stood by a desk, staring at me as Dottie and I went by.

  There were three women there around him. Yes, of course there was. I mean just look at the man!

  I shivered a bit and tried to avoid those blue eyes of his.

  On the way back to my reception area, I spotted the other hottie. Micah…Just thinking his name makes me sigh. He has the warmest eyes. They make you feel like… I shake my head as Dottie is telling me something. Pay attention, Jenna. You are NOT here to daydream. I can see this whole hot coworker thing is going to be a major challenge. Focus on work. I will have to come up with a plan to help with this attraction. And it’s double the attraction too. Not just one guy, but two. How in the hell did this happen? I’ve been through high school and college, then a few jobs and yes, there were guys all along the way but those two? These were men and not your average guys. Also, both were so different, yet they make my pulse quicken and my palms sweat and my panties...

  “Jenna?” Dottie calls to me.

  I blink and look over at her.

  She laughs. “Yes, it can all be quite overwhelming. But you will fit in just fine.” She gave me a wink.

  Yes, I will fit as soon as I can get myself together and not have my hormones dictating my thoughts.

  “Okay, well. Look out for Mr. Maxwell’s first appointment of the day. Mr. Powell, okay?”

  I nod. “Thank you for everything, Dottie.”

  “Just doing my job. You will be okay.”

  I sit and tap my keyboard to verify this Mr. Powell’s appointment then glance at my time on the screen.

  “Hello,” a male voice says.

  I raise my head up and my mouth promptly falls open—again.

  Tall, dark hair, dark eyes…Oh, and such a dark look but hot somehow. A suit that fits him perfectly, probably Armani or something and did they tailor it well! He just seems to exude power. “Yes sir.” I stand up. This has to be Mr. Powell. “Umm, Mr. Maxwell isn’t in yet, but if you will have a seat?”

  He pauses and tilts his head at me. “Oh? He isn’t here yet?”

  I shake my head.

  He rolls his eyes. “You’d think he would be here bright and early. What a slacker.”

  I instantly look down at my desk. Another bad comment about my boss. I cannot say anything. Argue with a client on my first day? Or if I seem to agree with him I’ll probably lose my job. “Umm… No, he hasn’t yet arrived and I am sure it is for a solid reason as well. He is a very busy man. So can I get you some coffee, tea, or bottled water, perhaps? While you wait, I mean?”

  He smiles at me.

  BAM!

  Tall, dark and powerful has a killer smile, Go figure. My knees feel weak. A third time in just one working day? Oh, no. It just cannot be.

  “Umm, well… I could use some water,” he says.

  I click to it and try hard to stay on task while yet another hot man stands within a foot of me. Steady Jenna. This is a client. It’s bad enough to get hot flashes for coworkers but a client of your boss’ and on the first day? I turn and motion to the chairs. “If you’ll have a seat?”

  He shakes his head. “I rode in the car all day. I will stand.”

  Well, he is decisive and rather stubborn too. I run to the kitchen area and get his water.

  He is leaning on the desk and gives me a smile as I came back and hand him the bottle. “So, I’ve never seen you here before. New, are you?”

  I roll my eyes. “I
t is so obvious?”

  He chuckles. “Yes, but that isn’t a bad thing. And I think it is very admirable that you stuck up for the old man. So, how is…Old man Maxwell treating you so far?”

  I bite my lip at the old man crack. “I haven’t met him yet. But really, why does everyone call him that? I mean, it isn’t very respectful.”

  He stares at me and tilts his head back with a hearty laugh.

  I stare. The sound of it is yet another jolt to my entire body and mind. Wow.

  He shakes his head. “Yes, it might not be. However, I’ve been coming here for a long time and he’s always been called that.”

  I look around. This man seems like a powerful type, yet he’s so open and friendly, so maybe since he doesn’t work here, I can ask, “So, how old is he really?”

  He smirks at me. “Don’t wanna work for an old stuffy geezer, right?”

  My cheeks flame. I messed up there. I should not at all be having this conversation with a client. “Um, yes. I mean—NO!” I stammer.

  He keeps laughing and opens his water.

  I watch him put a yummy pair of lips around the bottle and take a big gulp. I am mesmerized by this small action. But then again, this man could be doing any damn thing and it would be sexy as hell. He could just stand in a corner and he would be drool worthy. Yes, he was about 10 years or so older than me maybe. But who the hell cares?

  “So…” He puts the lid back on his water. “Miss Hawkins, is it?”

  I nod and grab for my tag, knowing that like Micah, he must have read it. It’s not there and I peer down. “Oh, no.”

  “What is it?” he asks.

  “Oh, I lost my card and on my first day too!”

  He stares at me. “Well, it has to be here somewhere.” He steps back and looks around.

  I realize I have now involved a client in my dumbass action of losing something so important on the first day. “No, it’s okay. I mean. I heard that Mr. Maxwell is tough, but surely, if I can’t find it, he will understand. I-it’s okay, really.”

  He shakes his head. “No. I hear he is a taskmaster. Like he thinks he’s a king or something,” he says and looks around.