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Aidan
“Nomore,”theblue-haired woman cries. “I can’t take it.”
“What’s that, you say?” Matthew cups a hand behind his ear. “I couldn’t hear you over the sound of your orgasm.”
Dante puffs on his cigar. “I believe she said, fuck me faster.”
“Well, if she insists.” Matthew increases the speed on the fucking machine currently pistoning in and out of the blue-haired submissive’s cunt. He’s got her on all fours in his living room, her wrists and ankles cuffed to spreader bars.
I’ve watched Matthew top this particular sub many times before. She gets off on resisting, and no, stop, and don’t are not her safe words.
She wails like a siren and begs him to make it stop.
Dante rises from the curved leather couch where I’m still seated and returns a moment later with a bottle of brandy. He refills his glass, then offers to top mine off. I shake my head. I’m meeting my son in less than an hour and I want to feel steady.
I turn my attention to the wall of windows and the New York City skyline. I’ve born witness to and taken part in countless scenes in this penthouse apartment. Under different circumstances, I might find the outspoken subs antics amusing, if not altogether arousing.
But today, I’m sidetracked.
In three days, Grace will be graduating from high school. Unless she decides to move out on her own when she turns eighteen, she could be living in my house for the entire summer.
I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off her.
“I want to buy a collar,” I say.
Matthew shoots me a curious glance. “What’d you have in mind?”
“Something subtle and attractive that won’t come off unless I want it to.” My previous Dom-sub relationships have all been varying degrees of casual. I haven’t needed to purchase anything more complicated than a dog collar in decades. I’m hoping my fellow Doms can point me in the direction of a discreet, high-quality jeweler.
“Have you talked to Jacob about it?” Matthew asks.
He presumes I intend to give it to Fiona.
“It’s not for her,” I say.
“Since when do you own a pet?” Dante asks.
“I don’t.”
“Then who’s it for?” says Matthew.
I take a fortifying breath.
“It’s for Grace.”
For a while, the sub’s moans and the mechanical whir of the fuck machine are the only sounds in the room. My friends glower at me the way I’d be glaring at another Dom who’d just admitted to taking on an underaged submissive.
Matthew turns off the machine and orders his sub to be quiet.
“How long?” he asks.
“A couple of months,” I tell him. “I haven’t touched her.”
“But you sure as hell want to.” Dante folds his arms.
“If you haven’t touched her,” says Matthew, “what have you been doing?”
“Helping her make honor roll.”
