By morning, the scent of flowers helped lull us to sleep. Andrea’s fingernails kneaded my forearms as she drifted off, her breathing soft, sighs of completeness.
My arms wrapped around her possessively.
CHAPTER 13
“WE HAVE A PROBLEM, Mr. Booth.” Dominic Geddings’ tone was dour.
“I got here as fast as I could,” I said, throwing my suit jacket to a waiting submissive.
She caught it and lowered herself to the ground, bowing her head. The pretty girl was new, her red hair and inked up body a remarkable display of art. Three other nervous subs stood behind her.
Guilt for even looking at her hit me like a tsunami.
What the fuck was that?
Seriously? Mia was no longer mine and sessions spent with Andrea had a time-limit on them, and yet here was I conflicted about being surrounded by newbies. It didn’t help that they looked at me with awe.
I was free to take any of them under my wing.
More like under the wing of William Blake’s “The Great Red Dragon,” I mused darkly. The next submissive I took on was going to be as kinky as me. Well primed. Unlike these subs who looked upon me nervously.
My special brand of dominance had always made submissives quirk.
“Say hello to the master of the house,” said Dominic.
Their voices of greeting echoed.
The girl at my feet was kneeling before me in pure servitude, biting her lip, her eyes wide and suggestive, needing mastering.
“Thank you.” I thought it was the reasonable response.
Dominic glared at the kneeling girl and she flew up and joined the others. They all scattered from Chrysalis’s foyer.
I wondered where the redhead was taking my jacket.
“It’s their first time catching sight of the director,” said Dominic.
“Assistant director,” I corrected.
“Dr. Cole sent me a text.” He raised his Smartphone to show me. “You’re to handle all issues until otherwise stated.”
“Still.”
We headed off down the hallway.
Dominic’s walk gave away his stature - a man of authority and remarkable connections. He took care of every detail for Cameron when he was at his Beverly Hills office or out of town - or, like now, fuck knows where. Not only was Dominic an intimidating presence, he served all our legal needs with the brilliance of a high-powered attorney.
Cameron paid his salary and paid him well, but Dominic also worked for me, a point that often seemed to needle Dominic. No words were exchanged to prove this, only his short, sharp, pissy attitude toward me gave it away.
He huffed along. “I’ve been instructed to take all orders from you.”
I gave a shrug. “Still no word from Cameron?”
“He’s otherwise indisposed.”
We entered Cameron’s office, and this vast and well-organized domain reminded me of the man who was no longer taking my calls. Tall mahogany bookshelves chock-full of medical texts, dark furniture, and that carved central desk…an intimidating space.
We’d promised each other a long time ago that a lover would never get in the way of our friendship, but that was before Mia Lauren came on the scene. A mixture of jealousy and regret swept over me.
I’d lost my best friend as well.
“This kind of problem,” said Dominic, raising his brows, “can only be dealt with at the highest level.”
“So Cam’s not accepting your calls either?”
“A pony was caught mingling with a sub last night.”
“Sex?”
“Yes.”
I grinned. “I meant male or female?”
“One of each?”
“I don’t see the problem.”
“They need to be expelled.”
“Seems a bit harsh. After all, that’s what we do here. Fuck.”
“You know the rules.”
“Best way to break them.”
He paused to punish me with a glare. “A sub can only have sex with her master. Or with his permission—”
“What does this sub’s master say?”
“He’s not happy.”
“He’s an idiot.”
“How do you know?”
“He’s not fulfilling his sub. Of course she’ll stray. Bring the idiot to me first.”
“Looks like someone’s ‘hangry’?” Dominic tilted his head. “Do you need a snack first?”
“Tell them not to do it again.” I brushed my hands together as in job well done.
“It’s in the rule book. They were briefed on the rules. They broke them. They’re out.”
“I’d like to talk with them first.”
“Good, you can deliver the news.”
“The dominant first, please.”
“He’s not here.”
“Where is he?”
“He only visits at weekends.”
I caressed my brow. “Isn’t there something in the rule book about the standard of care and nurturing of submissives?”
“He’s a busy man.”
“Can you have Pilar bring me coffee,” I said. “While I’m here I might as well read Cam’s emails.”
“Dr. Cole’s emails?”
“That’s what I said.”
“Certainly. Will there be anything else?”
“No, thank you.”
He headed for the door.
“Maybe you need a snack yourself,” I muttered.
“What was that?” He turned and looked at me.
“Dom,” I said soothingly, “I miss him too.”
He looked taken aback. “I suppose it was inevitable.”
“Well, you’ve got me. I may not be Cole, but I’m just as passionate about this place.”
“You better not leave us too, Mr. Booth.”
“I’m sure that would make your day, Dom.”
He looked offended. “I’d be devastated.”
“Thought you didn’t like me?”
“I’ll get the pony first.”
With a nod I watched him go. I sat in the office chair and fired up Cameron’s sleek Apple desktop, shaking off Dom’s briskness. Dominic’s jealousy had always lingered. Cameron and I were as close as brothers and this had always seemed to make Dominic uneasy. I knew he was fond of me but he’d always favored Cameron. I’d admired his loyalty, even if I was usually on the wrong end of his penchant for discipline.
Opening the browser I searched the net for a gift that might be appropriate for Andrea. I wanted to send her something to let her know I was thinking of her and that our time spent together meant something. I settled on a Doctor Who Tardis Police Box mug, and a few clicks later I’d arranged to have it delivered to her home. I signed the card with my initials.
Thoughts of her soothed me and I marveled at the timing of her coming into my life.
I set about answering Cameron’s emails. There were the usual requests for membership, questions on up-coming functions, and a few messages from exclusive clients from overseas. An email hinted that a member of the royal family from Europe was interested in joining us. I forwarded that one onto Cameron’s personal email and flagged it as priority. I scanned the others, burying myself in the drudgery of admin.
Pilar appeared in the doorway and hurried toward me carrying a tray with a silver tea urn.
I’d asked for coffee, but it was no surprise that Dominic had asked our resident housekeeper to bring me a selection of Cole Teas. The cupcake on a china plate made up for it.
Pilar seemed nervous and I made a mental run-through of our previous interaction. Usually little fazed this woman in her fifties who’d subdued her strict Catholic upbringing to serve our members - merely as our housekeeper, leaving her judgment at the door.
Without Cole here she always looked so vulnerable. Some of the doms could be hard on her, too much alpha running through their veins and without the director she probably felt his loss more than most.
“How are you?” I said.
; “Good, Mr. Booth.” She slid the cupcake toward me.
“Have I ever told you you’d make a great submissive?”
“Every time I see you, sir.”
“It’s the apron,” I said. “Now that I come to think of it.”
She stood tall and faced me. “I poisoned your cupcake.”
I lifted the plate and sniffed it. “Great way to go, Pilar.”
She tutted.
“Did you get your Christmas bonus?”
“I did, sir, thank you.”
“We’re doubling it.”
“Why?”
“Because you deserve it.”
She narrowed her gaze.
“I’m standing in for the good doctor,” I said. “He’d want me to make sure you have everything you need.”
“I can’t accept it, sir. Dr. Cole has already spoiled me this year.”
And he was also putting her kid through school. No doubt there was an underlying concern that should she lose this job, her son’s future was jeopardized.
I flicked open the computer. “Pay raise instead then?”
“What will Dr. Cole say? Maybe we should wait.”
“I’m the boss this week, Pilar. Can’t you be like the rest of L.A. and just be ruthless for at least one day?”
She looked sympathetic. “How are you?”
“Great, you?”
“You’re heart is breaking,” she said. “Dr. Cole is very naughty.”
“Sounds like someone’s been gossiping?”
“You men think you can play games and there’ll be no consequences.”
“We like pain as you well know.”
“You hide it well. But I know. I know you very well.”
“Love you too, Pilar.”
“He has a tail sticking out of him.”
I arched a brow.
“Man dressed as pony. Waiting outside with Mr. Geddings.”
Usually we kept the ponies hidden from Pilar. But not today, apparently.
“Well, why didn’t you say? Send them both in.”
She made her way around to my side of the desk, grabbed my head and planted a kiss to the top. I marveled how in a few seconds flat she could make me feel like a little boy again with her sweetness.
“Bye, Pilar.” I gestured to the door.
When she reached it, she turned. “You’re a good man, Mr. Booth.”
I lifted the cupcake and took a bite, smiling. “Red velvet!”
“Your favorite.”
“Go find me the antidote. You know I can never resist your treats.” I wiggled my eyebrows.
She gave a playful frown and hurried out.
Within seconds Dominic and his six foot pony stood before me. The twenty-something perfectly bridled blond towered proud and confident, his tack binding his body. He stood beside Dominic, that phallus wedged well within his ass and its lush long tale protruding grandly. The leather-donned man held his hands behind his back, head high, his line of sight diverted above me, and nervous too, by the way he swallowed his fear.
“Thank you, Mr. Geddings,” I said. “Please also bring the accused submissive.”
“At the same time?” he said sharply.
“Yes, two birds and all that.” I took another bite of cupcake and licked icing off my fingers.
“Certainly, sir,” said Dominic frowning.
He left the room in a huff.
Chewing, and a little more casual than was needed, I rose and came round to the other side of the desk. “Come here.”
The young man stepped forward.
“Explain yourself,” I said.
“Please.” He let out a sob, his accent pure northern British. “Don’t throw me out. I promise to never so much as look at another submissive again.”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
He blinked his confusion. “I couldn’t help myself. She’s so pretty.”
“How long have you known her?”
He broke my stare.
“What’s your name?”
“Jason, sir.” He slumped to his knees, head bowed and his body shaking.
“Last name?”
“Harris.”
“Have we met before?”
“Yes, I served you a drink at the ball a few weeks ago.”
“That’s right.” I took in his pretty face, those high cheekbones, startling green eyes, his body taut and fit from all the training we provided. His bare chest toned, his manhood tucked away behind that leather codpiece.
“Stand, please.”
Tears stained his face; he’d been crying.
“Do I scare you that much?”
“Only because you have the power to let me stay.”
I made my way over to the filing cabinet and within seconds I’d discreetly entered the ten digit pass code. The third drawer popped open. I fingered the alphabetic files until I reached his.
Cameron profiled each member, taking a special interest in their histories. Reading his scribbled notes I soon learned from Cameron’s summary just who Jason Harris was according to his analysis. He’d been recruited from London via Arc’s School of Ponies, a prestigious school in Highgate that trained well and prepared a young man with a fetish for a place like Chrysalis. If I threw Harris out the damage would be long lasting. There were few places that understood the delicate management of a psyche that obsessed with not only Pony Play, but full emersion in the lifestyle. Jason had two more months left here before being packed back off to England to return to his day job working as computer specialist. The last thing we needed was a computer hacker with a grudge.
With the file put away and the cabinet re-locked I made my way back over to him. Taking my time I repositioned his bridle, running my hands over his chest to tighten the straps of his harness, and within seconds his codpiece was off and discarded on the floor, his erection rising out of dark curls.
“Well done, Mr. Harris,” I said, freeing his balls.
His cock twitched and his face flushed brightly.
“You understand your crime?” I said.
“I do, sir.” He glanced down at his nakedness and swooned into subspace.
“And you understand why punishment is indicated?”
“Whatever you deem suitable.”
“Good.”
A knock at the door indicated our other culprit had arrived.
She entered in a flurry of short stark white hair, which on a twenty-something submissive made her look nymph-like.
It reminded me of Andrea’s wig and I had to shake my head to throw out that thought.
The girl was naked, other than a red thong, her big brown eyes nervously flitting to Harris and back to me. She flung herself at my feet.
“What’s your name?” I said.
“Trixie.”
“Real name?” I said sternly.
“That is my real name.” She rose up on her heels and gave the sweetest smile.
Leaning back on the desk with my arms folded across my chest, I put my sternest face on. “So, your master leaves and you betray his trust?”
“He was the one to put us together in the first place,” said Harris. “He left for a week and we thought he might be okay with us playing together again.”
“By playing you mean fucking?” I said.
Harris peered down, his face full of shame.
“Don’t do it again,” I said.
“So we can stay?”
Trixie gasped her relief.
“Yes, but Mr. Geddings would expect a punishment.”
“Thank you, sir,” said Harris.
Within minutes I’d retrieved the small saddle from Cameron’s office cabinet and secured the leather riding equipment to Harris’s back, the size and style of the seat created merely for human pony play; a small leather cock rising out at the base.
“Up,” I ordered Trixie.
She stood before me making frequent glances over to the saddle. Gently, I eased off her thong and she parted her legs to step out of it. I thr
ew it behind her.
“Down,” I ordered Harris and gestured for Trixie to mount.
She straddled his back and slid down onto it, her soft moan of pleasure proving that small protruding leather cock was now buried deep inside her. She wiggled her hips to better enjoy it and her thighs trembled. “Thank you, sir.”
I ran my hand over her head. “Is that comfortable, sweetheart?”
“Yes, thank you, sir.” She leaned forward, her toes curling.
“You may come at will,” I told her.
She gave a nod; cheeks flushed; she’d slipped into subspace.
I turned to her pony and said firmly, “Stand.”
He rose to his feet, balancing Trixie as he leaned forward slightly taking her weight with the ease of a primed sportsman, his serious expression that of a working pony. His erection curved and rock hard.
“Circle the office,” I said.
He aimed for the far corner, trotting around the far reaches of the room. Trixie’s moans echoed behind him as she bobbed up and down on his back, her head resting against him, her expression full of wonder - with every jerk forward that leather cock thrusting deeper.
I returned to the office chair and threw my legs onto the desk, grabbed the mouse to shake the browser awake and continued answering emails.
And finished off my cupcake.
CHAPTER 14
DOMINIC’S INTRIGUED STARE stayed on Harris as he looped around us again, Trixie’s moans proving she was cantering through her third orgasm.
“Well, if expulsion is off the table,” said Dominic, kneeling to retrieve Trixie’s thong. “A punishment might be indicated?” He gestured to the galloping pair. “Instead of this?”
I pushed my chair back from the desk. “This is their punishment, Dom.”
“They seem to be enjoying it.”
Harris’s face was flushed with excursion, his cock harder than ever, a shiny bead of pre-cum on the tip, his ride squealing through another climax.
Arching my fingers together I studied them as they came back into view.
“So they’re staying, I assume?” said Dominic loud enough for them to hear.
“They are.”
“I’ll have Trixie’s master call you.”
“I appreciate that,” I said. “He needs to add an addendum in his contract with Trixie that states she’s allowed to play if he goes away for more than four days. Understand?”
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