pleasure ten-fold. But after she’d come down, Frank had started in on her with that wicked flogger of his, taking her back up to the pinnacle. Todd had watched as each strike of leather, expertly applied, left her skin layered with red striations, and through it all, she’d never taken her eyes off him.
She’d looked at him— to him—the entire time. Without the ball gag she’d worn during the first session, she could have said anything, but she hadn’t made a peep until Frank slapped her cunt, wrapping the knotted leather from her mound to her ass. She’d spoken one word, “Master.”
The single utterance had been a plea for permission to come, which he’d granted with a nod of his head. Frank administered another slap to her pussy, and she’d given in, accepting the pleasure until it had rendered her as limp as a rag doll.
Her gaze had held him captive, silently telling him she understood. He had invited Frank to join them as much to fulfill her fantasy as to fulfill his own. He’d wanted to watch her with another man.
Her second orgasm and, later, the blowjob she’d given Frank had been gifts for him.
No other sub had ever known him that well. He’d never allowed one to know him that well.
Dust motes swirled in the light that had changed from a soft gold to bright white. In a few short weeks, his professional and personal contracts would expire. He would be a free agent, able to choose to play for and with anyone he wanted.
What do you want?
He propped up against the headboard and let the question sink in.
I want to be happy.
What makes you happy?
“Brooke. Brooke makes me happy.”
He laughed out loud. All the money in the world couldn’t match the way he’d felt the night before just being with a woman who gave everything to him.
Todd swung his feet to the floor, simultaneously reaching for his cell phone. He opened the drapes and looked out at his perfectly landscaped backyard while he made the necessary phone calls.
His agent wasn’t happy, but he’d perked up when Todd had given him the go-ahead to shop endorsement deals—if he was able to convince the Mustangs to keep him.
***
His palms were sweating, for Christ’s sake! Todd wiped them on his pants then adjusted his tie. Jeans were his usual off-day wardrobe, but he figured if he was going to beg, it might go over better if he looked serious.
He couldn’t be more serious. If the Mustangs weren’t interested in keeping him, he didn’t know what he would do. Retire, probably. There was one thing he knew for sure, he wasn’t ready to leave Brooke. She had a successful business to run, and it wouldn’t be fair to ask her to walk away from it to follow him God knew where. He needed to stay in Dallas.
Maybe things wouldn’t work out with her, but he owed it to both of them to give it more time. If that meant taking less money and a shorter contract, or Heaven forbid, retiring, then that was what he would do.
Walker’s secretary waved him on in. “He’s expecting you,” she said with a smile.
He wished he knew what kind of smile it was—a nice knowing you smile, or relax, it’s going to be okay, smile. Cynthia knew everything that went on in the organization, sometimes before anyone else did. Maybe he should ask her about his contract—save himself the trouble of taking back his own words.
“Thanks.”
When Todd entered, Doyle stood.
“Stevens. What brings you here on your day off?” He gestured to a seating area that boasted a sofa and a couple of armchairs grouped around a coffee table.
Todd chose the sofa, and the Mustangs manager sat in one of the chairs. He swiped his hands on his thighs, deciding there was no sense beating around the proverbial bush.
“I’ve changed my mind about leaving. If the Mustangs are still offering a five year contract, at the rate we discussed earlier in the year, I’ll sign.” He hoped the desperation he felt inside wasn’t evident in his voice. At least he hadn’t
She’d looked at him— to him—the entire time. Without the ball gag she’d worn during the first session, she could have said anything, but she hadn’t made a peep until Frank slapped her cunt, wrapping the knotted leather from her mound to her ass. She’d spoken one word, “Master.”
The single utterance had been a plea for permission to come, which he’d granted with a nod of his head. Frank administered another slap to her pussy, and she’d given in, accepting the pleasure until it had rendered her as limp as a rag doll.
Her gaze had held him captive, silently telling him she understood. He had invited Frank to join them as much to fulfill her fantasy as to fulfill his own. He’d wanted to watch her with another man.
Her second orgasm and, later, the blowjob she’d given Frank had been gifts for him.
No other sub had ever known him that well. He’d never allowed one to know him that well.
Dust motes swirled in the light that had changed from a soft gold to bright white. In a few short weeks, his professional and personal contracts would expire. He would be a free agent, able to choose to play for and with anyone he wanted.
What do you want?
He propped up against the headboard and let the question sink in.
I want to be happy.
What makes you happy?
“Brooke. Brooke makes me happy.”
He laughed out loud. All the money in the world couldn’t match the way he’d felt the night before just being with a woman who gave everything to him.
Todd swung his feet to the floor, simultaneously reaching for his cell phone. He opened the drapes and looked out at his perfectly landscaped backyard while he made the necessary phone calls.
His agent wasn’t happy, but he’d perked up when Todd had given him the go-ahead to shop endorsement deals—if he was able to convince the Mustangs to keep him.
***
His palms were sweating, for Christ’s sake! Todd wiped them on his pants then adjusted his tie. Jeans were his usual off-day wardrobe, but he figured if he was going to beg, it might go over better if he looked serious.
He couldn’t be more serious. If the Mustangs weren’t interested in keeping him, he didn’t know what he would do. Retire, probably. There was one thing he knew for sure, he wasn’t ready to leave Brooke. She had a successful business to run, and it wouldn’t be fair to ask her to walk away from it to follow him God knew where. He needed to stay in Dallas.
Maybe things wouldn’t work out with her, but he owed it to both of them to give it more time. If that meant taking less money and a shorter contract, or Heaven forbid, retiring, then that was what he would do.
Walker’s secretary waved him on in. “He’s expecting you,” she said with a smile.
He wished he knew what kind of smile it was—a nice knowing you smile, or relax, it’s going to be okay, smile. Cynthia knew everything that went on in the organization, sometimes before anyone else did. Maybe he should ask her about his contract—save himself the trouble of taking back his own words.
“Thanks.”
When Todd entered, Doyle stood.
“Stevens. What brings you here on your day off?” He gestured to a seating area that boasted a sofa and a couple of armchairs grouped around a coffee table.
Todd chose the sofa, and the Mustangs manager sat in one of the chairs. He swiped his hands on his thighs, deciding there was no sense beating around the proverbial bush.
“I’ve changed my mind about leaving. If the Mustangs are still offering a five year contract, at the rate we discussed earlier in the year, I’ll sign.” He hoped the desperation he felt inside wasn’t evident in his voice. At least he hadn’t
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