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.