Beg Me: Part Nine
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By Tracy Ames
Published on October 6, 2009
“Master Charles will see you now,” one of Charles’ fembots said, escorting #1 and #3 into Charles’ office. Sydney’s taste for minimalism and vigilance had rubbed off on her apprentice. Like hers, Charles’ office was more of a sparsely decorated suite with two-way mirrors for monitoring clients, a small refreshment area, and two visitor’s chairs positioned in front of his large desk which anchored the room to its polished wood floors.
Charles himself stood behind the enormous desk, hands clasped behind his back, his strong jaw set in place. His auburn hair swept away from his face. He was tall, at least six foot four and solid as a rock. But it was his steel gray eyes that captured your attention. It was like looking into heavy thunder clouds. The three ladies walked towards his glory and stood stark still waiting for orders.
“Master Charles,” they nodded.
“Ladies,” he gestured to his assistant, prompting her into action.
“Please sit,” she offered before being dismissed.
“Thank you,” they sat in unison.
Charles studied them and smiled. “Well ladies, you haven’t changed at all. Sydney has managed to keep you in line. I’ve missed you all. You made my training---easier,” he gave #3 a covert grin. Her eyes broke to the floor for a half second.
“Permission to speak freely, Sir?” #1 asked.
“Granted,”
“You have done very well for yourself,”
“Yes, I have. Your Mistress keeps me very busy,” he looked around the room and gave a flirtatious smirk.
“I’ve missed you,” she smiled back at him. “You were always kind and generous.”
“Kind and generous?” He snorted. “I f I didn’t have your support I wouldn’t have survived my apprenticeship. Five years of training and I still can’t match her skills. I doubt I ever will,” he chuckled. “Sydney was a taskmaster. I see that she hasn’t given you proper names. Why not?”
“We mean nothing to her.” #3 answered without hesitation.
“As it should be. This is her way. We don’t question it,” #1 added. Charles nodded in approval.
“Do you ever regret the lengthy time you spent with us? Would you have rather trained under someone else?” #3 asked.
“No,” Charles answered without pause. “Sydney is the best in the business for a reason; she has refined her craft to a virtual art. She’s earned her status, it wasn’t given to her, and she didn’t take any shortcuts. And she is extremely loyal to her underlings. I couldn’t have asked for a better Mistress.”
“And what do you think of Master Mark?” #3 pressed.
Charles’ face darkened. This was a daring move on her part. A submissive never asked a Dom their opinion of another Dom. Were it not for their personal connection, Charles would have grounds to reprimand her without Sydney’s permission.
Charles gave #1 a quick glance and then answered, “Mark is one of a kind. His talent is matched only by his intelligence,” he stood and offered the ladies a bottle of water which they politely refused. “Don’t presume he doesn’t already know what has happened. He is powerful and very cunning. Though controversial, Sydney has made a wise choice. If anyone could weather this storm it would be those two.”
“Don’t you think we have enough time?” #1 asked softly.
“It depends on how far the news has spread and what’s being said. Where do we stand?”
“As of this morning I’ve received emails from DC and Maryland.”
“Good, that’s Lee’s territory. He’s capable of handling his guys. What else?” Charles insisted.
“It’s being said that they’re consolidating their clientele and bringing in apprentices.”
“Bringing in apprentices from where?” Charles inquired.
“Some say from the West coast. Others say Europe.”
“Shutting us out of the game,” Charles mumbled under his breath.
“Yes Sir. The rumors have enough factual bases to give them creditability. I’m sure you’re aware Master Mark has taken on a new apprentice from Germany. Word has it that he is one of most promising students anyone has seen.”
“Mark and Sydney would never cook up this sort of scheme. That’s not the way they operate. They’re far too loyal to pull a stunt like that.”
#1 leaned forward, “Do you believe everyone else feels the same way? I mean, there’s a lot of money on the line. At the lower levels there will be menacing talk but at the higher levels threre will be talk of conspiracy. They will use scare tactics to mobilize the lower Doms.”
“What’s the worst that could happen?” #3 asked.
Charles exhaled a long thoughtful breath. “They will attempt to garner the support of powerful clients---there will be an uprising and Mark and Sydney will be shut down over night. And you ladies will never work in the industry again.”
“But we didn’t do anything wrong,” panic crept into #3s’ tone. “How can we be held responsible?”
“Anyone who appears to have any involvement, regardless of their depth of knowledge, will be finished.” He pointed out.
“Then will you help us, even if it means your ruin?”
Charles grinned and flipped through his address book. “Of course. I would walk through hell for Sydney, which given the state of current affairs is exactly what I’m about to do. I’ll rally the troops from my side and reach out to a few clients,” Charles lamented. The ladies didn’t move. He saw the concern on their polished faces. “Don’t worry ladies. Your Mistress and Master are the best in the business, they have earned our respect. We will protect them. Besides, disloyalty doesn’t sit well with influential CEOs who secretly enjoy getting spanked.” He raised his eyebrows and the ladies giggled for the first time. “That’s what I wanted to see,” he stood ushering them to the door.
“Thank you, Master Charles.” He closed the door behind them.
“Alright. Let’s get to work.” He said dialing the phone.
“Lee. It’s Charlie. Yeah, yeah, yeah…I haven’t spoken to you in a month. It’s been hellish around here. Listen, I’m sure you’ve heard the news,” he paused. “I’ve been working with Syd’s girls to put out the fires up this way. I need you to jump in.”
“I’m already on it,” said Lee, Sydney’s former apprentice. He gave a light wink to his assistant as she dropped files on his desk. She blushed, a bit shaken. “I’ve made a few calls and I have a meeting with Gustavo in ten minutes. Do we have any idea who the flame fanners are? I don’t mean the little guys. I’m talking about the guys at our level.”
“I’ll email you their names. And Lee, don’t go light on them. This is Sydney we’re talking about. We can either contain this fire on our own or deal with her when she returns. I think you know what the best course of action is.”
“Have you ever known me to go light on anyone? They’d better hope they catch me in a good mood. Sydney is going to loose it when she finds out. Hell hath no fury like that woman scorned! I venture to guess the list won’t contain the names of any former underlings,”
“We’re not suicidal.”
“What about Marks camp? What do we have?” Lee asked, chair tilted back, his feet kicked up in the corner of the desk.
“That man has serious connections. There’s no wonder the lower Doms are freaking out. Mark and Sydney have the potential to bankrupt us. We have the backing of everyone I’ve spoken to,” Charles exhaled.
“But?”
“But, we’d better have things tied up in a nice little bow before they return. If we don’t have something to hand them, our asses are on the line.” Charles reclined.
“You’re preaching to the choir,” Lee proclaimed waving Gustavo into the Holy Grail of his presence. “I have to run, Gustavo just walked in. I’ll take a look at the list and get to work. Bye.”
Lee stood and greeted Gustavo. His Scandinavian ancestor dwarfed Gustavo’s Latin genes. Unequally matched in looks and status, Gustavo waited for Lee to take his seat.
“I know why you’ve called me. I’ve heard the rumors.”
“Good! Then I won’t bore you,” Lee logged into his computer.
“No, I understand. These things…they are…are sensitive.”
“So, you’re with us?”
“Of course I am. I have the highest respect for Syd…” he caught himself. “I have the highest regard for Mistress Sydney and Master Mark.”
Lee wasn’t impressed by his recovery. He opened Charles’ email as Gustavo continued to drone praises for the couple. Second name on the list: Gustavo. His jaws tight, Lee shot him a deadly cold narrow gaze. Gus had the nerve to come into his presence and lie. Lee took a moment to collect himself before cutting him off.
“Gus, I get it. You hold them in very high regard. This is just a quick meeting to remind you of where your loyalties lie. We wouldn’t want you to get mixed up in some hair-brain scheme that would ruin you and those around you,” he uttered stone faced. “You see Gus, Mistress Sydney taught me everything I know and I tend to be extremely protective of her. If you fuck with her, you’re fucking me. And while she’s away, on a much deserved vacation, her apprentices are doing a bit of house-sitting and we don’t allow people on the lawn,”
Gus attempted to interject but was silenced when Lee stood prompting him and then walked him to the door with his arm around his shoulder.
“Please tell your underlings that if any of them step out of line they will answer to me….directly.” He opened the door. “And Gus, if you ever come to me again reeking of betrayal, I will cut your balls off and feed them to your wife,”
Gus swallowed hard.
“You have got twenty-four hours to clean up your mess, and then I’m coming to look for you. And if you run, I will find you.”
He closed the door, softly.
“Jackass.” Lee muttered.
“Don’t cum yet,” Mark said prostrate between Sydney’s raised thighs. His lips shiny with visual signifiers of her pleasure. Mark lowered his head. His elusive tongue rudely swatted at her fulsome orgasm dangling between her pussy lips like a playful kitten. Gently and sparingly tonguing her engorged clit.
“Oh…my...God,” Sydney mumbled. She felt herself swelling under the auditable lustiness of her lover’s mouth and collapsed, drawn gently into the lush and succulent visuals that Mark’s prolonged pussy twiddling provoked. From her reclined vantage point Sydney could barely distinguish between reality and euphoria; she felt the vibrations of Mark’s erotic susurrations into the slickness of her labia but couldn’t decipher their means. Who was he talking to? Was he praying?
If he were, it would have sent her through the roof. His lips were soft yet insistent against hers.
He kissed her inner thigh and entreated her to separate her lips for his tongue. Sydney heard “open…lips…tongue” she obeyed and was rewarded with two fingers insistently stroking into the peach-pit of her pussy while Mark sucked her clit with pliable smoothness. She lay speechless unable to articulate the pleasure that his illicit oral fornication was inflicting. He looped one hand around her hips, using it to peel her pussy lips up and back, exposing her clit to his tongue and mouth He kissed, sucked, suckled and licked her into a hot mess.
A small moan escaped and her heart hammered in her ears. In her mind, she began to float high above them like the ghost of fuckings past. Mark’s every gesture pushed her higher.
A savory lick, higher.
A mouth-watering suck, higher
A ravenous plunge of his finger while mouthing, higher
Higher and higher until, through the apparitional haze of their rhapsody, she saw her body protracted before her supplicant lover’s muscular body. His face nuzzled soundly within the ‘Y’ of her brown thighs seeking absolutions for the undetermined crime he was about to commit against her pussy.
“Sydney, are you alright?” Mark asked between lingering slurps, his fingers working her slit. Her linguistic faltering alone was a grunting testament to the power, the wonder, the glorious phenomenon of Mark’s oral proficiency. Her breath ragged and panting, some small gasps heralding her orgasmic arrival.
“Don’t stop,” Sydney heard herself groan, punctuating her vaginal narrative brought on by Mark’s pious invocation. Her arousal sang to the corners of the room. “Fuck me. Lick me. Do whatever you want to do just make me cum please,” Sydney pleaded close to tears.
“Don’t cum yet,” He sucked, licked, slurped and fingered and repeated. He peered up at her, watching her helpless in her desire. His excitement grew. He began licking her pussy with long, tender kisses, pausing periodically to praise her sweetness. Sydney began to tremble. “That’s my girl. I’m gonna fuck you now. Would you like that?”
She panted but uttered nothing, the anticipation was too great. Mark gripped her face forcefully, concentrating on her eyes. “Answer me Sydney. Would you like that?”
Sydney blinked away slight tears and answered a pitiful, “Yes.” Mark rose to his knees leaving her at the brim for orgasm. “NO!” she cried.
“Turn over,” he gave a lop-sided smirk, throwing her flat on her stomach and mounting her ass. Without warning his cock slid into her for the first time in over a week, reclaiming her for his. They both groaned, their names rolling seductively off of the other’s tongue. Mark lay against her bottom, his fingers caressing her neck and shoulders, stroking in and out persistently, knowing she was completely lost in sensation.
Her body stiffened. Her hands braced against the headboard then released as the mushroomy head of his cock coaxed her towards Nirvana. The silence of the room resounded in Sydney’s ear. Her orgasm hung in the space between pleasure and the concentric circles he was fucking her in.
“Tell me,” Mark whispered close to her ear in his most benign of tone. “Tell me you’re mine. Tell me you love me.”
“I’m all yours, Mark,” she fought to escape the overwhelming urge to surrender everything that she was to him but in a moment of pure unadulterated white-hot fuckery…it happened.
She switched.
Mark was the man she was willing to bare all for. He was the man she loved. This man, this beautiful man deep-dicking her in Embassy Suites was the man she would give her life for. “I love you. Oh God, I love you,” she cried softly.
Her passionate words had driven him beyond reason. His piety was rewarded with the clench of her walls around him, milking him into submission. Further and further he drove. Her pussy a conduit on his journey of obligatory penance; he ignored its plaintive cry for redemption. Harder and harder he pushed, entreating with novena-like favor, repeating, “Cum, cum for me, Sydney.”
“Mark, Mark…Oh…fuck!” she sang, trapped in the powerful healing spell of his zealous benediction, Sydney came in tidal wave crashing against rocking shore of reality.
“Sydney, fuck I’m cumming,” Mark involuntarily grunted and strained, his hands pressing into the small of Sydney’s back, holding her in place. She lay accepting all that he had to offer. He slowed to a stop and pulled out, fell beside her motionless body.
They lay, navigating the slippery territory between long overdue power-fucking and delirium.
“Oh….my….God,” Sydney finally murmured face down in the pillow like a little black Raggedy Ann doll.
“Come here,” Mark pulled her onto his chest. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.” she nuzzled into the hollow at the base of his throat.
“Then what’s wrong?”
“I can’t believe we just had sex in Embassy Suites. How disappointing. I think our relationship has hit an all-time low.”
“We could have waited until we returned home. It was only a three day wait.”
Sydney looked up at him sarcastically. He smiled. “You’re the one who drug me away from Elisa for a day of “sightseeing”. Sightseeing my ass! I saw the highway, the hotel lobby, the ceiling and the pillow”
“Are you complaining?”
“Hell no. I’ve missed being alone with you.” She kissed his neck.
“You seem to be pretty busy with Elisa these last few days.”
“Strange, but since we’ve been gone I haven’t stopped wondering what she’s doing or who’s looking after her,”
Mark shifted onto an elbow, facing her. “In the short time that we’ve been together, you’ve changed, Sydney. You’ve changed me. I wouldn’t have come home were it not for your insistence. I know that my dad and I still haven’t tackled our differences but…um…I owe you…I owe you. I can’t find the words to express my gratitude. I just love you so much. You pushed me when I was immovable. I’m sure my mom and sister appreciate what you’ve done. I just wish you’d had the chance to meet Kenneth.”
“I haven’t done anything that you wouldn’t have done for me. And I may not have gotten the chance to meet Kenneth but I’ll get to know him through your family.”
“You’re a part of my family now. Somehow you’ve charmed my dad and we’re tossing Margaret…you can have her spot.” They laughed and sat studying one another in silence. “Do you feel….different?” he finally asked.
Sydney frowned. “Different how?”
Mark shook his head. “I don’t know. Something has changed. I can’t put my finger on it.”
“Have you heard from Greta?”
“No. Have you heard from your girls?”
“No. I’ll call later on. Maybe we’ve been away too long. We should've been in contact sooner. Is that what you’re feeling?” Sydney’s fingers traced his pouty bottom lip.
“No, that’s not it,” he thought for a moment. “Sydney, when was the last time you took your pill?”
“This morning, why?”
His fingers brushed along her cheek, tracing her lips. “Have you missed any days, any days at all?”
Sydney finally responded. “No, I never miss a day.”
He bit his bottom lip in thought. “I don’t know babe. Something changed. I….I can’t put my finger on it,” He placed a hand on her stomach, under heavy brow. “Are you sure?”
Sydney shift out of the bed, walked to the bedroom and started the shower. “I’m absolutely sure. Neither of us need nor want a child. It’s too soon. We’ve only been dating for a few months. We’re not even talking about marriage, why would throw a child into the equation?”
“Do you want children?” he caught himself. “Not right now, but in the future. Would children be an option?”
Sighing, she rest against the doorframe. “No.” Taken aback by her own coldness, she stopped, unable to evoke the words that would soften the blow.
In the quiet that fell between them, much was said.
******
Meanwhile, #1 and 2 did their best to distract Greta from snooping around. It was only a matter of time before she became aware that they were hiding something and came knocking. An argument ensued and to his disappointment, Charles was called and arrived in time pull the quadruplets apart. His assistants escorted Greta home while he stayed behind to settle Sydney’s girls.
“I feel like I’m goddamn babysitting,” Charles dabbed a warm cloth along #1’s bruised cheek.
“I’m sorry for disturbing you,” she dropped her head. “I didn’t know who else to call.”
He raised her chin. “I wasn’t chastising you. You can always call me.”
#1 looked over Charles’ shoulder, uncomfortable with his selfless attention.
“To Greta’s credit, she held her own,” Charles changed the subject. “She almost had you.” He smiled.
“Those German bitches are psychotic. They’re worse than the Russians.”
He looked around the ruins scattered about the room. “So it seems. I’ll leave my assistants behind to help straighten the place.”
“No, we have a clearing service. The other girls are handling Mistress’ personal items and the service will tidy the rest.”
“Does that mean you’re free for the evening?” he asked lazily dabbing the corner of her mouth.
“Yes…I mean no….I can’t,” she labored.
“Are seeing someone?”
“No,” her eyes darted.
“Then why do you refuse me?”
“You’re my Master,”
“I’m not your Master. I’ve never broken you,” Charles kissed her slightly parted lips.
“Yes, you are,” she turned away and Charles wiped the first tear from her cheek. “You are a trained apprentice of my Mistress therefore you are my Master and forever untouchable.”
“It doesn’t have to be that way,”
“It is that way,” she stood to leave.
“Five years, Natalie.” Charles called to her. “Five years we were together and you act as though our relationship meant nothing,”
She stopped and relished the sound of her name coming from his lips, nevertheless she couldn’t face him. “You’re wrong, it was everything. Our relationship was all I had, Charles. It belonged solely to me. But you made you choice and I made mine.” She reached for the door.
“Get back here,” he leveled.
She didn’t move.
“As your Master, I order you to get back here,” Charles demanded firmly.
She returned and stood before him, palms-up.
Closing the little distance between them, Charles touched her hair, her face, her mouth with his fingers, and gently parted her lips.
Tilting her head slightly, she allowed him to bring her lips to his and yielded to his soft strength.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he kissed her again. “I’m sorry. I'm so sorry" He repeated until he'd kissed away the pain of their separation.
“Mark?” Helen called him, sitting on the back steps, looking out across the vista watching the sunset.
She sat beside him.
Mark’s voice was hoarse and low. “Hey. I’ll be inside in a second. I just need to sort out a few things.”
Helen tucked her arm into his, kissing his shoulder. “Talk to me. What’s on your mind?”
Mark didn’t reply. He couldn’t. There wasn’t another soul on earth that could understand his guilt, his remorse for letting Kenneth down by not protecting Cece, and his regret for not answering the phone when he called.
“I can’t believe he’s gone,” His breath caught in his throat. “I would’ve hired someone to airlift him out. Hell, I would have marched through that jungle myself if I had known. But I was too stubborn for my own good. I was anger with all of you. I was anger far too long, and where has it gotten me? No where,” he chuckled humorlessly. “Here I am coming home expecting to do battle with you guys because I should have called at least once…..I cut you guys off just as much as you cut me off…..I was anger because you wouldn’t accept who I was, and look, I come home to a hero’s welcome. But Kenneth stayed and did what was expected of him and he’s dead. He’s not coming home, ever,” He pointed. “My brother, is laying in some remote jungle, wasting away, no fanfare, no one to grieve for him, just alive one minute and gone the next. And I didn’t get a chance to tell him goodbye.”
“Kenneth was Kenneth, plain and simple. He wasn’t perfect but he was pretty damn close. He worshiped the ground you walk on. You were his idol, Mark. Like you, he lived his life on his terms. We pushed him to become a doctor and he fought it tooth and nail. But he found an area within medicine that fit his personally and that’s what he was doing up until the day he passed away. Your father and I live with the guilt of how we’ve raised you children. We pushed and pushed you. We didn’t see you as individuals until you--- you Mark---you pushed back. Your walking out gave us a second chance with the rest of the children, which goes to show you sometimes goodbye is a second chance. We had to step away from the situation and try talking once cooler heads prevailed. That’s what it took for us to see that our children are beautiful people. We shouldn’t have tried to change you,” she paused. “So you shouldn’t feel guilt about leaving. We drove you away. Kenneth stayed and we worked through our differences. He made his peace with you leaving, Mark. Now you have to find your peace.”
“How?” Mark frowned.
Helen shrugged and stood dusting off her bottom. “I can’t answer that. You’ll have to figure it out for yourself.
“Thanks mom,” he chuckled. “You’re always a fountain of advice.”
“I’m no damn good at giving advice. Besides, I’ve learned my lesson. I’m never interfering with my children’s lives again.” She kissed the top of his head. “I can’t tell you how to get through this but I’m always here to listen.” As she turned the go inside, she saw Cece standing behind the screen door with her finger to her lips, urging her not to speak. “I’ll let Sydney know you’re out here.”
“Thanks. I won’t be long,”
Helen passed Cece, giving her hand a squeeze. Cece waited and watched Mark for a moment. From behind he resembled her Kenneth; the same broad shoulders and muscular build, the same air of complexity.
“Hey goofball,” she sat between his legs on the step below him.
“Hey, I didn’t know you were here.” Mark wrapped his arms her, warming against the chill coming on.
“Janey and I stopped by to pickup the kids. Sydney insisted Elisa is staying the night, she laughed. “She’s going to be a wonderful mother.”
“She doesn’t want children.”
“What! I can’t believe that. She’s the only one who can handle Elisa. Ask Janey, she’ll tell you how difficult she is.” Cece sensed Mark’s uneasiness with the topic. “Markie seems drawn to you.”
“He’s my shadow,” he let his words trail off. “Did you and Kenneth ever talk about marriage and starting a family?” he felt her body tension up. “You don’t have to talk about if you don’t want to. I just thought…”
“No, I want to talk about it, “She dropped her chin and pouted. “I can’t talk to anyone else except Jane.
Mark held her close and she began. “When I returned home after the abortion, Kenneth and I picked up where we left off, nothing changed. We were fine for a couple of years, and then the fallout happened with you and the family. Kenneth became their sole focus; all their hopes for you transferred to him. And I had so much guilt about the abortion and with the threat of AIDS; I couldn’t keep it from him. I told him everything.”
“How’d he take it? I assume he broke up with you and blamed me.”
Cece laughed. “You didn’t know Kenneth very well. We were both tested regularly, thank God we were clean. He didn’t leave me and he didn’t blame you. As a matter of fact he reached out to you, many times, to tell you just that.”
“And I didn’t pick up the phone,” he guilt weighed heavy. “Then what happened between you two? I thought everything was set in stone.” Mark asked.
“Nothing is ever set in stone, Mark. With both of us in school, working and trying to juggle a relationship, we fell apart. It had nothing to do with the abortion,” she blew a long breath. “We…um…we still saw one another from time-to-time until he went off to med school and then we went almost three years without a single word. Then it happened. He came home for a visit before he left for Cambodia and we talked and talked for hours. Hours turned into days and then months and before long we were a couple again---talking about getting married. I didn’t want him to leave but he said he would only be gone for six months. He never came back.”
“I’m sorry. Why didn’t someone tell me? If I was his beneficiary, why wasn’t I contacted?”
“Kenneth had his will changed days before he left. He made me his beneficiary out of respect for you and your privacy. He didn’t want the lawyers and family looking for you if you didn’t want to be found,”
“That motherfucker was always thinking,” Mark laughed “God, I thought him well.”
“Yes, you did! Don’t you see? He died living his dream. He wanted to be there helping people who couldn’t help themselves, the same way you do. So stop beating yourself up. We all made our mistakes but what happened all those years ago had no affect on what happened with Kenneth and me. Now, if you want to reconcile with his passing, bring his body home to rest. Give your mom some peace.”
“I’m way ahead of you on that one, Cece. I have people searching for him as we speak.”
You motherfuckers are always thinking,” she leaned back into Mark arms.
Sr. passed Helen standing at the back door. He leaned over her shoulder watching Mark and Cece. “What’s going on out there?” he asked quietly.
“My son is coming home.”
***UPDATED***
For Your Viewing Pleasure...."Beg Me" Part Nine
Top Dom/mes, Sydney Cummings, an African-American Goddess and Mark Bryant, a man with a body that was chiseled from a slab of solid hotness, have a score to settle. Who will be the first to beg? With both of their reputations on the line, this is going to be a fight to the very end.
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Beg Me: Part Nine
“Master Charles will see you now,” one of Charles’ fembots said, escorting #1 and #3 into Charles’ office. Sydney’s taste for minimalism and vigilance had rubbed off on her apprentice. Like hers, Charles’ office was more of a sparsely decorated suite with two-way mirrors for monitoring clients, a small refreshment area, and two visitor’s chairs positioned in front of his large desk which anchored the room to its polished wood floors.
Charles himself stood behind the enormous desk, hands clasped behind his back, his strong jaw set in place. His auburn hair swept away from his face. He was tall, at least six foot four and solid as a rock. But it was his steel gray eyes that captured your attention. It was like looking into heavy thunder clouds. The three ladies walked towards his glory and stood stark still waiting for orders.
“Master Charles,” they nodded.
“Ladies,” he gestured to his assistant, prompting her into action.
“Please sit,” she offered before being dismissed.
“Thank you,” they sat in unison.
Charles studied them and smiled. “Well ladies, you haven’t changed at all. Sydney has managed to keep you in line. I’ve missed you all. You made my training---easier,” he gave #3 a covert grin. Her eyes broke to the floor for a half second.
“Permission to speak freely, Sir?” #1 asked.
“Granted,”
“You have done very well for yourself,”
“Yes, I have. Your Mistress keeps me very busy,” he looked around the room and gave a flirtatious smirk.
“I’ve missed you,” she smiled back at him. “You were always kind and generous.”
“Kind and generous?” He snorted. “I f I didn’t have your support I wouldn’t have survived my apprenticeship. Five years of training and I still can’t match her skills. I doubt I ever will,” he chuckled. “Sydney was a taskmaster. I see that she hasn’t given you proper names. Why not?”
“We mean nothing to her.” #3 answered without hesitation.
“As it should be. This is her way. We don’t question it,” #1 added. Charles nodded in approval.
“Do you ever regret the lengthy time you spent with us? Would you have rather trained under someone else?” #3 asked.
“No,” Charles answered without pause. “Sydney is the best in the business for a reason; she has refined her craft to a virtual art. She’s earned her status, it wasn’t given to her, and she didn’t take any shortcuts. And she is extremely loyal to her underlings. I couldn’t have asked for a better Mistress.”
“And what do you think of Master Mark?” #3 pressed.
Charles’ face darkened. This was a daring move on her part. A submissive never asked a Dom their opinion of another Dom. Were it not for their personal connection, Charles would have grounds to reprimand her without Sydney’s permission.
Charles gave #1 a quick glance and then answered, “Mark is one of a kind. His talent is matched only by his intelligence,” he stood and offered the ladies a bottle of water which they politely refused. “Don’t presume he doesn’t already know what has happened. He is powerful and very cunning. Though controversial, Sydney has made a wise choice. If anyone could weather this storm it would be those two.”
“Don’t you think we have enough time?” #1 asked softly.
“It depends on how far the news has spread and what’s being said. Where do we stand?”
“As of this morning I’ve received emails from DC and Maryland.”
“Good, that’s Lee’s territory. He’s capable of handling his guys. What else?” Charles insisted.
“It’s being said that they’re consolidating their clientele and bringing in apprentices.”
“Bringing in apprentices from where?” Charles inquired.
“Some say from the West coast. Others say Europe.”
“Shutting us out of the game,” Charles mumbled under his breath.
“Yes Sir. The rumors have enough factual bases to give them creditability. I’m sure you’re aware Master Mark has taken on a new apprentice from Germany. Word has it that he is one of most promising students anyone has seen.”
“Mark and Sydney would never cook up this sort of scheme. That’s not the way they operate. They’re far too loyal to pull a stunt like that.”
#1 leaned forward, “Do you believe everyone else feels the same way? I mean, there’s a lot of money on the line. At the lower levels there will be menacing talk but at the higher levels threre will be talk of conspiracy. They will use scare tactics to mobilize the lower Doms.”
“What’s the worst that could happen?” #3 asked.
Charles exhaled a long thoughtful breath. “They will attempt to garner the support of powerful clients---there will be an uprising and Mark and Sydney will be shut down over night. And you ladies will never work in the industry again.”
“But we didn’t do anything wrong,” panic crept into #3s’ tone. “How can we be held responsible?”
“Anyone who appears to have any involvement, regardless of their depth of knowledge, will be finished.” He pointed out.
“Then will you help us, even if it means your ruin?”
Charles grinned and flipped through his address book. “Of course. I would walk through hell for Sydney, which given the state of current affairs is exactly what I’m about to do. I’ll rally the troops from my side and reach out to a few clients,” Charles lamented. The ladies didn’t move. He saw the concern on their polished faces. “Don’t worry ladies. Your Mistress and Master are the best in the business, they have earned our respect. We will protect them. Besides, disloyalty doesn’t sit well with influential CEOs who secretly enjoy getting spanked.” He raised his eyebrows and the ladies giggled for the first time. “That’s what I wanted to see,” he stood ushering them to the door.
“Thank you, Master Charles.” He closed the door behind them.
“Alright. Let’s get to work.” He said dialing the phone.
“Lee. It’s Charlie. Yeah, yeah, yeah…I haven’t spoken to you in a month. It’s been hellish around here. Listen, I’m sure you’ve heard the news,” he paused. “I’ve been working with Syd’s girls to put out the fires up this way. I need you to jump in.”
“I’m already on it,” said Lee, Sydney’s former apprentice. He gave a light wink to his assistant as she dropped files on his desk. She blushed, a bit shaken. “I’ve made a few calls and I have a meeting with Gustavo in ten minutes. Do we have any idea who the flame fanners are? I don’t mean the little guys. I’m talking about the guys at our level.”
“I’ll email you their names. And Lee, don’t go light on them. This is Sydney we’re talking about. We can either contain this fire on our own or deal with her when she returns. I think you know what the best course of action is.”
“Have you ever known me to go light on anyone? They’d better hope they catch me in a good mood. Sydney is going to loose it when she finds out. Hell hath no fury like that woman scorned! I venture to guess the list won’t contain the names of any former underlings,”
“We’re not suicidal.”
“What about Marks camp? What do we have?” Lee asked, chair tilted back, his feet kicked up in the corner of the desk.
“That man has serious connections. There’s no wonder the lower Doms are freaking out. Mark and Sydney have the potential to bankrupt us. We have the backing of everyone I’ve spoken to,” Charles exhaled.
“But?”
“But, we’d better have things tied up in a nice little bow before they return. If we don’t have something to hand them, our asses are on the line.” Charles reclined.
“You’re preaching to the choir,” Lee proclaimed waving Gustavo into the Holy Grail of his presence. “I have to run, Gustavo just walked in. I’ll take a look at the list and get to work. Bye.”
Lee stood and greeted Gustavo. His Scandinavian ancestor dwarfed Gustavo’s Latin genes. Unequally matched in looks and status, Gustavo waited for Lee to take his seat.
“I know why you’ve called me. I’ve heard the rumors.”
“Good! Then I won’t bore you,” Lee logged into his computer.
“No, I understand. These things…they are…are sensitive.”
“So, you’re with us?”
“Of course I am. I have the highest respect for Syd…” he caught himself. “I have the highest regard for Mistress Sydney and Master Mark.”
Lee wasn’t impressed by his recovery. He opened Charles’ email as Gustavo continued to drone praises for the couple. Second name on the list: Gustavo. His jaws tight, Lee shot him a deadly cold narrow gaze. Gus had the nerve to come into his presence and lie. Lee took a moment to collect himself before cutting him off.
“Gus, I get it. You hold them in very high regard. This is just a quick meeting to remind you of where your loyalties lie. We wouldn’t want you to get mixed up in some hair-brain scheme that would ruin you and those around you,” he uttered stone faced. “You see Gus, Mistress Sydney taught me everything I know and I tend to be extremely protective of her. If you fuck with her, you’re fucking me. And while she’s away, on a much deserved vacation, her apprentices are doing a bit of house-sitting and we don’t allow people on the lawn,”
Gus attempted to interject but was silenced when Lee stood prompting him and then walked him to the door with his arm around his shoulder.
“Please tell your underlings that if any of them step out of line they will answer to me….directly.” He opened the door. “And Gus, if you ever come to me again reeking of betrayal, I will cut your balls off and feed them to your wife,”
Gus swallowed hard.
“You have got twenty-four hours to clean up your mess, and then I’m coming to look for you. And if you run, I will find you.”
He closed the door, softly.
“Jackass.” Lee muttered.
Beg Me: Part Nine
“Don’t cum yet,” Mark said prostrate between Sydney’s raised thighs. His lips shiny with visual signifiers of her pleasure. Mark lowered his head. His elusive tongue rudely swatted at her fulsome orgasm dangling between her pussy lips like a playful kitten. Gently and sparingly tonguing her engorged clit.
“Oh…my...God,” Sydney mumbled. She felt herself swelling under the auditable lustiness of her lover’s mouth and collapsed, drawn gently into the lush and succulent visuals that Mark’s prolonged pussy twiddling provoked. From her reclined vantage point Sydney could barely distinguish between reality and euphoria; she felt the vibrations of Mark’s erotic susurrations into the slickness of her labia but couldn’t decipher their means. Who was he talking to? Was he praying?
If he were, it would have sent her through the roof. His lips were soft yet insistent against hers.
He kissed her inner thigh and entreated her to separate her lips for his tongue. Sydney heard “open…lips…tongue” she obeyed and was rewarded with two fingers insistently stroking into the peach-pit of her pussy while Mark sucked her clit with pliable smoothness. She lay speechless unable to articulate the pleasure that his illicit oral fornication was inflicting. He looped one hand around her hips, using it to peel her pussy lips up and back, exposing her clit to his tongue and mouth He kissed, sucked, suckled and licked her into a hot mess.
A small moan escaped and her heart hammered in her ears. In her mind, she began to float high above them like the ghost of fuckings past. Mark’s every gesture pushed her higher.
A savory lick, higher.
A mouth-watering suck, higher
A ravenous plunge of his finger while mouthing, higher
Higher and higher until, through the apparitional haze of their rhapsody, she saw her body protracted before her supplicant lover’s muscular body. His face nuzzled soundly within the ‘Y’ of her brown thighs seeking absolutions for the undetermined crime he was about to commit against her pussy.
“Sydney, are you alright?” Mark asked between lingering slurps, his fingers working her slit. Her linguistic faltering alone was a grunting testament to the power, the wonder, the glorious phenomenon of Mark’s oral proficiency. Her breath ragged and panting, some small gasps heralding her orgasmic arrival.
“Don’t stop,” Sydney heard herself groan, punctuating her vaginal narrative brought on by Mark’s pious invocation. Her arousal sang to the corners of the room. “Fuck me. Lick me. Do whatever you want to do just make me cum please,” Sydney pleaded close to tears.
“Don’t cum yet,” He sucked, licked, slurped and fingered and repeated. He peered up at her, watching her helpless in her desire. His excitement grew. He began licking her pussy with long, tender kisses, pausing periodically to praise her sweetness. Sydney began to tremble. “That’s my girl. I’m gonna fuck you now. Would you like that?”
She panted but uttered nothing, the anticipation was too great. Mark gripped her face forcefully, concentrating on her eyes. “Answer me Sydney. Would you like that?”
Sydney blinked away slight tears and answered a pitiful, “Yes.” Mark rose to his knees leaving her at the brim for orgasm. “NO!” she cried.
“Turn over,” he gave a lop-sided smirk, throwing her flat on her stomach and mounting her ass. Without warning his cock slid into her for the first time in over a week, reclaiming her for his. They both groaned, their names rolling seductively off of the other’s tongue. Mark lay against her bottom, his fingers caressing her neck and shoulders, stroking in and out persistently, knowing she was completely lost in sensation.
Her body stiffened. Her hands braced against the headboard then released as the mushroomy head of his cock coaxed her towards Nirvana. The silence of the room resounded in Sydney’s ear. Her orgasm hung in the space between pleasure and the concentric circles he was fucking her in.
“Tell me,” Mark whispered close to her ear in his most benign of tone. “Tell me you’re mine. Tell me you love me.”
“I’m all yours, Mark,” she fought to escape the overwhelming urge to surrender everything that she was to him but in a moment of pure unadulterated white-hot fuckery…it happened.
She switched.
Mark was the man she was willing to bare all for. He was the man she loved. This man, this beautiful man deep-dicking her in Embassy Suites was the man she would give her life for. “I love you. Oh God, I love you,” she cried softly.
Her passionate words had driven him beyond reason. His piety was rewarded with the clench of her walls around him, milking him into submission. Further and further he drove. Her pussy a conduit on his journey of obligatory penance; he ignored its plaintive cry for redemption. Harder and harder he pushed, entreating with novena-like favor, repeating, “Cum, cum for me, Sydney.”
“Mark, Mark…Oh…fuck!” she sang, trapped in the powerful healing spell of his zealous benediction, Sydney came in tidal wave crashing against rocking shore of reality.
“Sydney, fuck I’m cumming,” Mark involuntarily grunted and strained, his hands pressing into the small of Sydney’s back, holding her in place. She lay accepting all that he had to offer. He slowed to a stop and pulled out, fell beside her motionless body.
They lay, navigating the slippery territory between long overdue power-fucking and delirium.
“Oh….my….God,” Sydney finally murmured face down in the pillow like a little black Raggedy Ann doll.
“Come here,” Mark pulled her onto his chest. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.” she nuzzled into the hollow at the base of his throat.
“Then what’s wrong?”
“I can’t believe we just had sex in Embassy Suites. How disappointing. I think our relationship has hit an all-time low.”
“We could have waited until we returned home. It was only a three day wait.”
Sydney looked up at him sarcastically. He smiled. “You’re the one who drug me away from Elisa for a day of “sightseeing”. Sightseeing my ass! I saw the highway, the hotel lobby, the ceiling and the pillow”
“Are you complaining?”
“Hell no. I’ve missed being alone with you.” She kissed his neck.
“You seem to be pretty busy with Elisa these last few days.”
“Strange, but since we’ve been gone I haven’t stopped wondering what she’s doing or who’s looking after her,”
Mark shifted onto an elbow, facing her. “In the short time that we’ve been together, you’ve changed, Sydney. You’ve changed me. I wouldn’t have come home were it not for your insistence. I know that my dad and I still haven’t tackled our differences but…um…I owe you…I owe you. I can’t find the words to express my gratitude. I just love you so much. You pushed me when I was immovable. I’m sure my mom and sister appreciate what you’ve done. I just wish you’d had the chance to meet Kenneth.”
“I haven’t done anything that you wouldn’t have done for me. And I may not have gotten the chance to meet Kenneth but I’ll get to know him through your family.”
“You’re a part of my family now. Somehow you’ve charmed my dad and we’re tossing Margaret…you can have her spot.” They laughed and sat studying one another in silence. “Do you feel….different?” he finally asked.
Sydney frowned. “Different how?”
Mark shook his head. “I don’t know. Something has changed. I can’t put my finger on it.”
“Have you heard from Greta?”
“No. Have you heard from your girls?”
“No. I’ll call later on. Maybe we’ve been away too long. We should've been in contact sooner. Is that what you’re feeling?” Sydney’s fingers traced his pouty bottom lip.
“No, that’s not it,” he thought for a moment. “Sydney, when was the last time you took your pill?”
Beg Me: Part Nine
“This morning, why?”
His fingers brushed along her cheek, tracing her lips. “Have you missed any days, any days at all?”
Sydney finally responded. “No, I never miss a day.”
He bit his bottom lip in thought. “I don’t know babe. Something changed. I….I can’t put my finger on it,” He placed a hand on her stomach, under heavy brow. “Are you sure?”
Sydney shift out of the bed, walked to the bedroom and started the shower. “I’m absolutely sure. Neither of us need nor want a child. It’s too soon. We’ve only been dating for a few months. We’re not even talking about marriage, why would throw a child into the equation?”
“Do you want children?” he caught himself. “Not right now, but in the future. Would children be an option?”
Sighing, she rest against the doorframe. “No.” Taken aback by her own coldness, she stopped, unable to evoke the words that would soften the blow.
In the quiet that fell between them, much was said.
******
Meanwhile, #1 and 2 did their best to distract Greta from snooping around. It was only a matter of time before she became aware that they were hiding something and came knocking. An argument ensued and to his disappointment, Charles was called and arrived in time pull the quadruplets apart. His assistants escorted Greta home while he stayed behind to settle Sydney’s girls.
“I feel like I’m goddamn babysitting,” Charles dabbed a warm cloth along #1’s bruised cheek.
“I’m sorry for disturbing you,” she dropped her head. “I didn’t know who else to call.”
He raised her chin. “I wasn’t chastising you. You can always call me.”
#1 looked over Charles’ shoulder, uncomfortable with his selfless attention.
“To Greta’s credit, she held her own,” Charles changed the subject. “She almost had you.” He smiled.
“Those German bitches are psychotic. They’re worse than the Russians.”
He looked around the ruins scattered about the room. “So it seems. I’ll leave my assistants behind to help straighten the place.”
“No, we have a clearing service. The other girls are handling Mistress’ personal items and the service will tidy the rest.”
“Does that mean you’re free for the evening?” he asked lazily dabbing the corner of her mouth.
“Yes…I mean no….I can’t,” she labored.
“Are seeing someone?”
“No,” her eyes darted.
“Then why do you refuse me?”
“You’re my Master,”
“I’m not your Master. I’ve never broken you,” Charles kissed her slightly parted lips.
“Yes, you are,” she turned away and Charles wiped the first tear from her cheek. “You are a trained apprentice of my Mistress therefore you are my Master and forever untouchable.”
“It doesn’t have to be that way,”
“It is that way,” she stood to leave.
“Five years, Natalie.” Charles called to her. “Five years we were together and you act as though our relationship meant nothing,”
She stopped and relished the sound of her name coming from his lips, nevertheless she couldn’t face him. “You’re wrong, it was everything. Our relationship was all I had, Charles. It belonged solely to me. But you made you choice and I made mine.” She reached for the door.
“Get back here,” he leveled.
She didn’t move.
“As your Master, I order you to get back here,” Charles demanded firmly.
She returned and stood before him, palms-up.
Closing the little distance between them, Charles touched her hair, her face, her mouth with his fingers, and gently parted her lips.
Tilting her head slightly, she allowed him to bring her lips to his and yielded to his soft strength.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he kissed her again. “I’m sorry. I'm so sorry" He repeated until he'd kissed away the pain of their separation.
Beg Me: Part Nine
“Mark?” Helen called him, sitting on the back steps, looking out across the vista watching the sunset.
She sat beside him.
Mark’s voice was hoarse and low. “Hey. I’ll be inside in a second. I just need to sort out a few things.”
Helen tucked her arm into his, kissing his shoulder. “Talk to me. What’s on your mind?”
Mark didn’t reply. He couldn’t. There wasn’t another soul on earth that could understand his guilt, his remorse for letting Kenneth down by not protecting Cece, and his regret for not answering the phone when he called.
“I can’t believe he’s gone,” His breath caught in his throat. “I would’ve hired someone to airlift him out. Hell, I would have marched through that jungle myself if I had known. But I was too stubborn for my own good. I was anger with all of you. I was anger far too long, and where has it gotten me? No where,” he chuckled humorlessly. “Here I am coming home expecting to do battle with you guys because I should have called at least once…..I cut you guys off just as much as you cut me off…..I was anger because you wouldn’t accept who I was, and look, I come home to a hero’s welcome. But Kenneth stayed and did what was expected of him and he’s dead. He’s not coming home, ever,” He pointed. “My brother, is laying in some remote jungle, wasting away, no fanfare, no one to grieve for him, just alive one minute and gone the next. And I didn’t get a chance to tell him goodbye.”
“Kenneth was Kenneth, plain and simple. He wasn’t perfect but he was pretty damn close. He worshiped the ground you walk on. You were his idol, Mark. Like you, he lived his life on his terms. We pushed him to become a doctor and he fought it tooth and nail. But he found an area within medicine that fit his personally and that’s what he was doing up until the day he passed away. Your father and I live with the guilt of how we’ve raised you children. We pushed and pushed you. We didn’t see you as individuals until you--- you Mark---you pushed back. Your walking out gave us a second chance with the rest of the children, which goes to show you sometimes goodbye is a second chance. We had to step away from the situation and try talking once cooler heads prevailed. That’s what it took for us to see that our children are beautiful people. We shouldn’t have tried to change you,” she paused. “So you shouldn’t feel guilt about leaving. We drove you away. Kenneth stayed and we worked through our differences. He made his peace with you leaving, Mark. Now you have to find your peace.”
“How?” Mark frowned.
Helen shrugged and stood dusting off her bottom. “I can’t answer that. You’ll have to figure it out for yourself.
“Thanks mom,” he chuckled. “You’re always a fountain of advice.”
“I’m no damn good at giving advice. Besides, I’ve learned my lesson. I’m never interfering with my children’s lives again.” She kissed the top of his head. “I can’t tell you how to get through this but I’m always here to listen.” As she turned the go inside, she saw Cece standing behind the screen door with her finger to her lips, urging her not to speak. “I’ll let Sydney know you’re out here.”
“Thanks. I won’t be long,”
Helen passed Cece, giving her hand a squeeze. Cece waited and watched Mark for a moment. From behind he resembled her Kenneth; the same broad shoulders and muscular build, the same air of complexity.
“Hey goofball,” she sat between his legs on the step below him.
“Hey, I didn’t know you were here.” Mark wrapped his arms her, warming against the chill coming on.
“Janey and I stopped by to pickup the kids. Sydney insisted Elisa is staying the night, she laughed. “She’s going to be a wonderful mother.”
“She doesn’t want children.”
“What! I can’t believe that. She’s the only one who can handle Elisa. Ask Janey, she’ll tell you how difficult she is.” Cece sensed Mark’s uneasiness with the topic. “Markie seems drawn to you.”
“He’s my shadow,” he let his words trail off. “Did you and Kenneth ever talk about marriage and starting a family?” he felt her body tension up. “You don’t have to talk about if you don’t want to. I just thought…”
“No, I want to talk about it, “She dropped her chin and pouted. “I can’t talk to anyone else except Jane.
Mark held her close and she began. “When I returned home after the abortion, Kenneth and I picked up where we left off, nothing changed. We were fine for a couple of years, and then the fallout happened with you and the family. Kenneth became their sole focus; all their hopes for you transferred to him. And I had so much guilt about the abortion and with the threat of AIDS; I couldn’t keep it from him. I told him everything.”
“How’d he take it? I assume he broke up with you and blamed me.”
Cece laughed. “You didn’t know Kenneth very well. We were both tested regularly, thank God we were clean. He didn’t leave me and he didn’t blame you. As a matter of fact he reached out to you, many times, to tell you just that.”
“And I didn’t pick up the phone,” he guilt weighed heavy. “Then what happened between you two? I thought everything was set in stone.” Mark asked.
“Nothing is ever set in stone, Mark. With both of us in school, working and trying to juggle a relationship, we fell apart. It had nothing to do with the abortion,” she blew a long breath. “We…um…we still saw one another from time-to-time until he went off to med school and then we went almost three years without a single word. Then it happened. He came home for a visit before he left for Cambodia and we talked and talked for hours. Hours turned into days and then months and before long we were a couple again---talking about getting married. I didn’t want him to leave but he said he would only be gone for six months. He never came back.”
“I’m sorry. Why didn’t someone tell me? If I was his beneficiary, why wasn’t I contacted?”
“Kenneth had his will changed days before he left. He made me his beneficiary out of respect for you and your privacy. He didn’t want the lawyers and family looking for you if you didn’t want to be found,”
“That motherfucker was always thinking,” Mark laughed “God, I thought him well.”
“Yes, you did! Don’t you see? He died living his dream. He wanted to be there helping people who couldn’t help themselves, the same way you do. So stop beating yourself up. We all made our mistakes but what happened all those years ago had no affect on what happened with Kenneth and me. Now, if you want to reconcile with his passing, bring his body home to rest. Give your mom some peace.”
“I’m way ahead of you on that one, Cece. I have people searching for him as we speak.”
You motherfuckers are always thinking,” she leaned back into Mark arms.
Sr. passed Helen standing at the back door. He leaned over her shoulder watching Mark and Cece. “What’s going on out there?” he asked quietly.
“My son is coming home.”