Crossed Lines
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His footfalls are light as he walks over to her and stops, just mere inches away from her ass. “Why are you here?” he whispers and she jumps, brushing her ass against the zipper of his pants, where his erection is straining to get out and delve into her.
She mumbles her response and he gently trails the lashes of the flogger across her back. She whimpers and he walks around to face her. She is a well-formed woman. Not really his type, he finds, but satisfactory nonetheless. He hasn’t been with anyone since his brief tryst with Kali in the first semester of freshman year and didn’t let himself think too much about it. He can get whoever he wants without the complications of strings and that has worked out just fine for him. Being introduced as Demarco’s son has changed a lot of things for him. Doors that were once tightly closed to him, now fly open at the mere mention of his name. As wide as the legs, now spread before him.
He removes her gag and she bites down on her bottom lip.
“I asked you a question,” he says with a firm gentleness, trying not to scare her. He doesn’t know why he cares about scaring her since she is obviously into that sort of thing. “Why are you here?” His voice sounds breathy even to him and he wonders how long he can drag this out for.
“For your pleasure master.”
Matthew feels a surge of something primal, rush through his veins at the sound of her voice, but her words have knelt at his feet and called him king and now all he can think about, is burying himself inside her as she repeats those words over and over.
“Is that right?” he smirks, dragging the flogger up her left thigh, fanning the lashes over to the right thigh then swatting her on her bald mound.
“Yes, master.”
He draws in a sharp breath at the sudden tug on his balls. What is she doing to him?
“Kneel,” he hears himself growl, pure instinct taking over as he undoes his zipper and lets his fully erect cock fly free. She falls to her knees instantly and he struggles to keep himself from cumming on her face. “Open your mouth.”
As her lips part, he steps forward and slides into her, watching as he disappears into her red painted lips, before sliding out again.
“Shit,” he grunts, reaching down to get a fistful of her hair to slide her back and forth. He can feel the head of his dick hit the back of her throat and groans as it tightens around him. She gags and he feels pre-cum trickle out of his head and into her mouth. He can feel her tongue massaging his shaft as he picks up the pace and she sucks at him, drawing the explosion out of him with each thrust-suck-stoke.
“Yes,” he growls as his toes curl in his shoe. He knows it’s only a matter of seconds before he’ll cum but holds on for as long as he can, pounding into her again and again until “Fuck!” He pours each drop into her grateful mouth and she swallows with enthusiasm, before licking him clean as he slowly pulls out of her mouth.
“Good girl,” he smirks and she blushes, licking her lips clean, with her face tilts up toward him, eagerly awaiting further instructions.
He walks around her with his zipper still undone, and his semi-erect phallus twitching back to life as a surge of power rushes through him. As he stares at her, he can’t imagine seeing anything more beautiful than her display. The way the dark leather contrasts her pale skin and the red ball that was once in her mouth now presses against her throat, has him testing the edges of his imaginations until he can’t deny his nature any longer. He brings the whip down against her breast; she yelps. He does it again and she moans a breathy adoration. He strikes her again and she cries out.
“Hush,” he growls and she bites down on her lips and holds her head down in an effort to silence herself. “Very nice.” He marvels. Just one word and she is his to command. Demarco is an insane man but he knows how to give gifts.
He strikes her again, this time she muffles her moan and he leans down, pulls the gag that lazily hangs around her throat, and pops it back into her mouth.
“That should help keep you quiet.” He smirks as he watches her nostrils flare in the excitement of having him so close. “Are you going to be a good girl and stay quiet?” He asks, running the lashes between her legs. She buckles as he applies pressure and the glistening lashes show him that she is more than ready for him.
He stoops down and brings his lips to her ears, “Spread your legs,” he whispers and he sees Goosebumps dot her skin, as she shuffles on her knees, opening her legs wider.
He brings his hand up to her nipple and squeezes, “Sssh” he smiles as she wriggles beneath his fingers and tries not to make a sound. His fingertips travel down her torso until his hand disappears between her legs. The heat coming from her is more than anything he has ever felt and there is something about knowing that it is all for him that makes him hard, almost instantly. Her folds are as slick and wet, as they were warm, and he massages her lips, enjoying the sight of her trembling body trying not to make a sound.
“Don’t cum,” he smirks and can hear a light sob escape her before he inserts two fingers into her. Her pelvis thrusts forward to ride his fingers as he goes in and out of her. He can feel her walls tightening around his fingers as he picks up speed. He can feel how wet she is from where he stoops and is beyond pleased with her.
“Do you want to cum?” he whispers and she nods, struggling to stifle her moans. He pulls the gag from her mouth and her head falls forward, her hair, hands down, as she stifles the moan. “Cum” he whispers and she unravels around him, screaming her satisfaction at the top of her lungs. She buckles as he rests her against his chest, stroking her hair gently. “Well done.” He smiles.
He has plans for the rest of the night with her. He is fully erect again and he will have his release. He removes the shackles from her feet and pulls her up by her throat before leading her across the room to the swing. He finds her blind trust to be fascinating as he lifts her into the swing. With her hands still firmly fastened behind her, and her eyes still blindfolded, she has to rely completely on him for balance. She has to trust him not to let her fall and there is something about that fact that runs deeper than his balls. He wants to be that person. The person who has control, who takes control, who dominates spaces the way Demarco does. He finally makes the connection. He finally sees the theory. This is how Demarco did things, and he wants to see if Matthew is like him, and he is. He is a carbon copy of his father, in ways he won’t yet understand.
He wants to learn more and understand what it all means. With this nameless sub’s legs wrapped tightly around his waist and with her walls tightening around his cock, he decides that this is who he will become; a better version of his own father.
He will provide pleasure, and take control. He will be as reliable as Demarco has proven to be, and twice as efficient. He will be a man of his word.
Even now, as he thrusts closer to his explosive orgasm, he can’t help but feel like he is already breaking a promise to someone he once vowed to protect. It is a strange feeling that has its own aura and deserves its own name. It has been fleeting most days, like a memory that has failed to upload with all the others, but there have been days, like today, where even balls deep inside another woman, he could tell that she is not the one for him.
CHAPTER 3
Demarco’s theory was correct. Matthew apparently took after him and was a natural Dom. This knowledge forges a tighter bond between the men and as the years pass, he learns more about the community through a leader, his own father, who runs a private club in the city, exclusively for Dom/Sub relationships among the elites. Matthew becomes popular among the free-agent submissives that have not been collared or claimed by any Dom. He is on the hunt for something permanent but none of the women he has met seem to meet his taste. They have all been well trained, well broken in, but he has not made any kind of connection with any of them and he is getting bored.
“You need to collar a new sub,” his father chuckles as the men chat in the den of the mansion, over whiskey.
“No. What I need to do is expand the company.
I can channel my energy there and blast a hole into whichever sub comes along, while I’m on my way.”
Demarco howls with laughter before standing up and heading over to the bar to pour himself another drink. “You really are my son.”
Matthew is now twenty-four years old and one of Chicago’s most eligible bachelors. He is done with his education; a feat neither of his brothers have accomplished. He has shadowed his father and his friends for years, doing internships and working with legends to learn as much as he can from them. He has launched his own Venture Capital and things are doing well. Still, Demarco seems uneasy with the fact that Matthew is not fully sworn into the club. He has always given him the option to come and go as he pleases, but he knows a natural Dom when he sees one, and a Dom like him will be perfectly mated with the right sub. It took Matthew a while to figure out why this is so important to Demarco, but one day, after they left the shooting range, Matthew finally asks the question that has been resting on his heart. “Amelia...was she your sub?”
Demarco’s face doesn’t budge as he closes his eyes, almost as if feeling for the artery of that question. Matthew doesn’t think he will ever respond, but as they climb into the limousine he nods, “Yes. She was.”
“And you loved her?” Matthew asks, watching Demarco’s eyes. He has picked up that Demarco can keep a straight face but there were still some secrets that he could not keep away from his eyes and as he stares into this powerful man’s face he already knows the answer. He has known the answer ever since he got his childhood memories back. The only reason he would have come to the hospital to get him and take him in as easily as he did or spend as much money on him as he had, was because of the love he had for his mother.
“Yes.” Demarco finally says and a puzzle piece fits neatly into place inside Matthew’s chest.
“What happened?” He asks, relieved that he will finally hear the story that led to him being abandoned.
“Your mother was younger than I was by at least seven years. I had already been married when I met her and I had gotten married before I allowed myself to explore who I really was. I was eighteen years old when I married the woman I thought would be the greatest love of my life. I promised her the world. I promised to make her happy, to make her dreams come true. I promised her that I would never leave her. Everything. The whole I love you I’ll never leave you shebang.”
“Then you met Amelia?” Matthew asks, wondering how fickle Demarco could have been, to be promising the world to someone in one moment and flipping it on his head in the next. It does not seem like the person he is today. Still, it’s an unattractive trait and he feels sad for both Demarco’s wife and Amelia.
“It wasn’t quite so easy. My wife and I moved here from across the water and by then we had already started drifting apart. I had grown into my sexual tastes and she could not stand the idea of it ever being said that she was interested in that sort of thing. I realized I married a log at that point but we had two boys and I had promised her that I would never leave her. I had kept all my other promises. I had given her the world and for a time I had made her happy. The Dom in me took full control and she started to rebel. I couldn’t stand to touch her and she didn’t want to be touched, so we simply stayed together, for the benefit of our first son, and because I am a man of my word.”
Matthew slowly processes this information. His mother wasn’t the reason that his marriage fell apart then, and perhaps he wasn’t so fickle after all.
“Amelia was not my first sub but she was the first collared sub I had. She was bright and talented and incredibly caring. She was an excellent mate but she was an even better partner. My wife picked up on the difference in me, not that I cared and it wasn’t until my wife was about to pass away years after Amelia gave birth to you, that I even knew you were out there.”
“What do you mean?” Matthew asks, genuinely confused.
“She had found out who my sub was and when she found out that she was pregnant, she threatened to have her and her baby killed, unless she went away quietly, without telling me about her threat or you.”
The word, “bitch” springs to his lips but he manages to restrain himself as he listens to the petty bullshit that led to the crap life of his formative years.
“She told me on her death bed that it was her greatest regret. She thought her sudden illness was punishment for her crime and at the moment I couldn’t help but agree with her. I tried to find you and your mother but nothing came up for years. She hadn’t written my name on your birth certificate, so you were impossible to locate, but I found her.”
Matthew can see the sadness in his eyes.
“They say she slowly lost her mind.” Matthew says softly, “She used to visit me in the boy’s home I was in before I got moved to foster care. They told me she died about a week after she had been buried and I just gave up the idea of having a family.”
“With the right person, you can. Just don’t make her any promises you don’t intend to keep.”
***
On a Tuesday afternoon, Matthew hears an uproar in the conference room down the hall and just like that, the morning goes from average to spectacular. They have their eyes on an acquisition that has proven to be a bigger challenge than expected. That roar can only mean one thing, he will need a sub for the night and possibly a new jet.
“We got it!” Charles rushes into his office, breathy with excitement and Matthew smirks up at him, “Of course we got it. Good work.”
This spells dollar signs for their bottom line and he is more than happy to call Demarco to share the news.
“Hey champ what’s up?” Demarco has retired the year before and was off vacationing on a private island with his new favorite sub, Giselle.
Matthew has met her. She was very easy to look at but just as boring as the rest. Eager to please, but no connection.
“The contracts have been signed.” Matthew can hear the pride in Demarco’s voice.
“That’s the way to do it! You should stop by the club later to celebrate.”
“I just might. When do you get back?”
“I don’t know. I heard your brother’s getting married. I might come back for that.”
“I wasn’t invited.” Matthew chuckles.
“You won’t miss much. She’s about as dull as he is and you don’t quite like him so I doubt you’d like her. It’s fine. He’s doing you a favor.”
“Alright old man, get off my phone. I have a company to run.”
Jayd is Demarco’s least favorite son, which says something, considering he’s known him his whole life. Nathan doesn’t care much for business, and Jayd has tried and failed several times. It was no surprise to either of them that the outsider got favored after he graduated top of his class and went into business immediately. Nathan never seems bothered, and though he couldn’t be any more different from Demarco, he still has that firstborn favor on his side. Jayd, on the other hand, has been a flaming disappointment from one year to the next and prone to all sorts of violence. It was a miracle that he had managed to get his life together with the way he did, and convinced someone to actually marry him.
Matthew didn’t care that he hadn’t been invited to the wedding, but with Demarco gone on his sexploits and his irritating brother getting hitched, Matthew finds himself in unfamiliar territory, and just like that, she appears to him again, in the middle of his office. It has been quite a while since the last time he saw her face. She looks older now, which makes little sense to him since he is sure he hasn’t seen this foster homegirl in years. He tries to get rid of her face and grows irritated by his inability to do so.
“Catherine” he buzzes his secretary into his office.
“Yes, Mr. O’Donoghue?”
“Do I have any meetings for the rest of the evening?” She checks his calendar before confirming that he doesn’t. He takes his coat from the hanger and heads for the door.
“I’m out for the rest of the day.” He informs her and she nods.
“I believe the lady asked you not to touch her,” he grabs on to the man’s wrist as he reaches for the lady’s bustline for the second time since Matthew walked in.
“How about you mind your own business?” the retort is as rude as he expected him to be and looks as vile as Matthew expected him to look. Matthew applies pressure to his wrist and can tell that he is putting on a brave face, but the pain is starting to slice through the fog of whatever inebriation he has been experiencing.