Collared: Part Two
Now four months into his training, Charles was finally seeing light at the end of the tunnel. He was managing both Sydney and Mark’s houses with greater ease. It had been a demanding undertaking. Supervising the merger two of the largest houses in all of Kinkdom was, to put it lightly, a pain in the ass. Being Sydney’s protégé there was a certain amount of diplomatic decorum needed when dealing with Mark’s underlings. He could be seen showing favoritism to Sydney’s Doms.
Mark and Sydney’s styles of management were in stark contrast to one another—black and white. Mark was informal with his underlings, he delegated much of the day-to-day business to four of his closest apprentices. On the other hand Sydney was formal, and relied of her assistants and two apprentices, Charles and Lee. Mark created a network of Doms answerable to his apprentices who were then answerable to him. Sydney preferred smaller more centralized version of his structure, she created a hierarchy with her at the top and Charles and Lee as her heirs.
Charles was now charged with creating a workable resumption of both structures. When granted access to Mark and Sydney’s financial records, it began to dawn on Charles how much of a thorn this merger would be. Charles greatest fear was confirmed: There was a vast amount of wealth between the two houses. If the Doms felt they were being slighted, they would revolt against him and he could lose them both.
He needed allies in Mark’s camp. Obviously he choose Greta, she was Mark’s right hand. Next he chose Brian Gooding, Mark’s most trusted apprentice. Brian was Charles’s equal in stature and wit. His first appearance in the office caused a bit of a stir amongst the ladies. He strode through the door, his hair was the color of aged bourbon. His eyes were blue, midnight blue. His shoulders were broad and his body was long and loose limbed. He moved with the confident of a man who was about to come into his own.
Charles came too escorted to his new office. Brian flashed a grin to the ladies—it was like the sun coming from behind the clouds and just as stunning.
“Oh my God,” #4 sat in a chair. “I think I just came.”
“Don’t even think about it.” Natalie hazarded. “He’s your new Master.” She raised her hand, cutting off her rebuttal. “I know! Charles and I were forgiven but I wouldn’t push it. You know how these things go…hands off!”
“Master or not, he’s fine,” #2 gathered her folders for the next client. “I’d love for him to tie me up.” She smiled at Natalie.
“Girl, get out of here!” Natalie pushed her out of the way and walked down to meet Brian.
Greta presence in the office was touchy at best. There was no illusion of her being unwelcome which left Natalie in the middle of their quarrels. Neither the girls nor Greta would compromise. Add to these Charlie’s fembots and the place was a virtual powder keg. Thankfully Brian released his assistances in favor of Sydney’s girls.
He decision was purely political: By favoring Sydney’s girls over his own, he’d shown the lower Doms where his allegiance lay. Closer to home, this move proved his willingness to promote harmony between the houses and displayed his trust in the girls. He understood the mountain Charles was attempting to conqueror—if he could pull it off, he would’ve achieved a monumental feat inconceivable in Kink
There still, Brian was no fool. He, being Charles’ equivalent in Mark’s house, would be the natural successor should Charles fail. If Charles succeeded, it would place himself as second in command—still a desirable position anyone would kill for.
Charles and Natalie gathered the assistances together in Brian’s office for a quick meet-and-greet. He and Charles had very similar management styles: straight forward yet relaxed. Moreover, the two of them meshed. It was obvious he wouldn’t have any trouble winning the girls’ affection. Not even Greta was immune to his charm and wit. His smile alone could easily bed any woman of his choosing.
His manner is speaking was unrehearsed and disarming. Like Mark, he had a commanding air about him and his eyes burrowed into your very thoughts. Those midnight blue eyes were burning a hole in #4. They gave one another fruit fly attention, a flirtation glance here and there but nothing evident to those around. #4 coughed and adjusted her skirt; though it was knee length, she wasn’t taking any chances. She crossed her ankles and placed her portfolio on her lap.
Charles adjourned the meeting and everyone began filing out of the office. “We’re having dinner with Mark and Sydney tonight. You’re expected.” Charles said to Brian.
“I’ll be there.”
“Good, I’ll be in my office if you need me.”
“Thanks.” He said and turned to #4. “Would you mind waiting? I’d like to talk to you.”
Charles closed the door behind him.
Brian leaned back in his chair and eyed #4 as she stood in front of his desk. “Turn around in place, slowly.” he said in a low sexy, sultry voice that gave #4 the shivers.
Nervously, she complied. She averted her eyes and coyly turned.
Brian studied her intensely. She was darker complexioned, taller, and curvier than the other girls. Her uniform, a black pencil skirt, and cropped jacket over a corset, contoured to her body like none of the others. Meek as a mouse with body made for sin, just the way he like them.
She stopped and waited for his reaction. Brian opened his day planner and began working. A few second later he glanced up at her as if he were surprise she was still there.
“Oh, I’m sorry. That’ll be all, you can leave,”
Her jaw dropped and looks up at him. Clearly the conversation was over, she left.
“What do think about Brian?” Natalie asked Charles.
“I like him,” he closed his books and pulled her into his lap. “He’s smart and he has a good reputation.”
“He reminds me of you.”
“What, an asshole?”
Natalie kissed his temple. “Tenacious.”
“I’ve been called worse.” He encircled her waist and rests his head on her chest. Within seconds he began to doze off. “We have to come home early tonight. I have a full schedule tomorrow.”
“Do you want to stay home? I’m sure Sydney would understand.”
Charles burst out laughing. “You don’t believe that. Since Mark restricted her time in the office to two days a week, we go to her. I’d rather chop my own balls off then anger that woman.”
“What about me?” Natalie put space between them. “I need some play time. It’s been three days since we’ve fooled around.”
“Damn it, I’m not a machine.”
“Yes you are!”
There was a knock on the door and Brian walked in, surprised to see Natalie anchored in Charles lap. “Whoa, sorry.” He backed out of the door.
Natalie stood. “No, come in. I’m leaving.”
Brian took a seat as she left. “Um, these dinner parties….”
“Ah, once a week we meet for dinner, nothing fancy, mostly briefing Sydney on where we stand. Normally it’ll be Mark and Sydney of course, you and I, and Natalie and Greta. But tonight we’re expecting a full house—lower Doms from both houses, and the girls. The Masters wanna keep an eye on things. I suggest you memorize the figures I gave you and put your game face on. If you think Mark was difficult to deal with, wait until you meet Sydney.”
“Oh shit.” Brian smiled and stood to leave.
“You got that right. And don’t stay out too late. We have meetings tomorrow with everyone who’ll be there tonight.” Charles opened his books.
Collared: Part Two
Social Graces be damned, Sydney was in no mood for small talk and pleasantries. Before dinner was served, she’d made it plainly clear she expected the lower Doms’ full corporation with no back talk. Charles and Brian were acting in her and Mark’s capacity and neither were there to listen to their whining, baby-sit, or take any shit. They would, however, hear their concerns, address any immediate problems and layout a proposed business plan.
Sydney’s initial impression of Brian was positive—she felt he handled himself well around Doms in her camp. By and by, this was no tiny victory. Her Doms were fiercely loyal; if there was the slightest hint of malice on his part, they would’ve ripped him apart. No, Brian was definitely Mark’s protégé. They mingled well but took careful note of their surrounds. Sydney was glad to have him on-board. She studied the way he and Charles worked the room, they complimented one another….too well.
“What are you looking at?” Mark whispered in Sydney’s ear and followed her eyes.
“Those two,” she gestured to Charles and Brian chatting with a small group. “They’re good, too good. I hope it doesn’t go to their heads. This merger won’t be an easy sell.”
“No, it won’t but I think their have it under control. We’ll be here to guide them should they need it.” His words did little to ease the tension lines on Sydney’s forehead. “Syd, we have time. This merger isn’t going to happen overnight but it will happen.”
“I know,” Sydney smiled and yawned. “I’m going to bed. You entertain everyone, I need to get out of these clothes.” She waddled upstairs. “Tell Charles he has four days to ratify the business plan. Everyone must agree.”
Brian and #4 had been flirting all night, now he made his move. “Excuse me, gentlemen.” He casually approached her and stood people watching.
She looked in the opposite direction and tried to ignore the fact he stood beside her. Then he leaned closer. “I am hungry,” he whispered in low and commanding tone. “I’ve been waiting to taste your pussy since we met. I suggest you not make me wait much longer. I am not a particularly patient man.”
Her mind drew a blank. His warm breath against her ear coupled with his words caused a flood of wetness between her thighs. She was both frightened and aroused proposition. “I can’t,” she whispered. “You know it’s not allowed.”
He smiled and placed his drink on the coffee table. “Meet me in the guestroom, second on the right, in five minutes.” He left her standing alone.
Pure panic washed over her. She’d seen the results of #3’s disobedience and disloyalty. But she’d also seen Natalie and Charles be forgiven. Confused and horny, she placed her drink down and followed Brian’s directive. He was a fine ass top Dom and things like this never happened to her. She entered the room and locked the door behind her, he was in the adjacent bathroom. She gave him a shy grin as he came near. He watched her as he carefully removed his jacket and hung it over the chair.
“Are you afraid of me?” he slowly unbuttoned his shirt.
“No,” she backed against the dresser and gripped it to steady herself.
“Remove your skirt please.” He slipped off his footwear, slid down his trousers and boxers and folded them on the chair.
His naked body was so amazing, she was too nerve to move. No bother, he stood before her, she could feel his cock against her stomach. He leaned in, kissed the side of her neck while he reached behind her and unzipped her skirt slowly. His hands explored ass and hips as he lowered to his knees, taking her skirt and panties with him.
He kissed her belly. “I want you to be my mistress. Would you like that?”
She watched the top of his head and felt his gentle kisses. “Yes,” she panted.
“Good,” his lips touched her belly again. “Next time, no panties, okay?”
Before she could answer he buried his face between her thighs and basked in the gentle sighs of pleasure from her lips. He looked up, he lifted her legs and wrapped them around his shoulders leaving only the top of head visible as he ate her hungrily. Her leg muscles pulled his mouth tighter against her sodden pussy; his tongue penetrating her to its fullest extent as his nose tickled her clit. Her ass leaned back atop the dresser, her legs open with his beautiful face buried between them, his lovely mouth licking and sucking, tickling and tracing every inch of her. He moaned with fervor as lips and tongue worshiped her pussy.
She quavered and held his head and soaked his impatient mouth. She wanted to scream to the heavens but she didn’t know what to call him; Master, Brian. Mr. Gooding. These were situations when she kicked herself for not thinking things through. Now here she was with a man she hardly knew eating the hell out of her pussy and she didn’t know what to call him. Asking was out of the question. It didn’t matter, she was cumming again and he loved it.
“Cum as much as you want,” he slipped a finger into her, rubbing her g-spot, and went back to feasting. In and out, he sucked and licked. Her gasping frantic breaths urged him on.
Her body constricted and relaxed again and again until she exhaled a long slow, “Fuuuccckk!” and came with the ferocity of the explosion. She was beyond the point of speaking a full sentence or having coherent thought.
He held her in place and kissed her inner thighs until she calmed herself. “Damn, I love thick women.” He kissed her again.
“Oh my, God” She steadied herself, one hand on the dresser, the other on her forehead.
Brian eased to his feet, gathered his clothing and went to clean up in the bathroom. #4 didn’t move. He returned to find her in the same place he’d left her. He took her hand and helped her to her feet. “Will you be alright?” he asked kindly. “Would you like some more?”
This man has lost his damn mind!, she thought. “No,” she shook her head. “I need to…wow.”
He smiled, took her around the waist and kissed her deeply—a long lingering panty dropping kiss. “I’d better go before we’re caught.” He pecked her lips. “I’ll leave and you can follow.” He kissed her again and left.
#4 stood for a moment and tried coming to grips with what’d just happened. She was in trouble.
The next day, they went about their business as usual and hardly spoke a word to one another—he, Charles and the Doms were behind closed doors. Natalie and Greta hassled in and out of the meeting but hadn’t given any updates.
“I’ll allay your fears,” Charles said to the Doms. “This merger will not affect you current clientele, you will retain them however any new clients will be divided equally amongst the houses based on location and workload. Everyone, will have an equal share and work from the same business plan. You, being the top tier of the lower Doms will maintain your rank however your underling will be reorganized but remain under your control. You will also be assigned new underlings from either house”
“So, basically you’re doing exactly what you said you wouldn’t do. We were assured Mistress wasn’t going to form any partnership with Master. We were going to remain separate. This is what we were afraid of.” One said.
“Charles, if you don’t mind,” Brian interjected. “There was tension in the community when Doms believed their positions were in jeopardy, or their clientele would be stripped or cut off. This isn’t the case. We’re not taking anything away for you—one house will not dominate the other. We’re simply bringing everyone under the same umbrella to form a stronger cohesive unit. You’ll also have to more people under you. More people equates to more responsibility and power. You, yourself become more powerful—it strengthens your position.”
“It sounds like Socialism, Charles,” said another Dom. “How are we going to sell this to our underlings?”
Charles gave a confident smile. “Leave it us to workout. We have more pressing matters to discuss.” He turned to the gentlemen seated at the table. “We have to agree on a business plan.”
They continued to talk well into the night. Only time would tell if he’d pull it off.