Chapter 172: Please, Just Fuck Me

Chapter 172: Please, Just Fuck Me
Chapter 152: Please, Just Fuck Me 

Lucious

I am not really worried about Gideon or the club, his team of lawyers is very good at maintaining the secrecy of  the club. We were cut short when Nelson came back with his friend Callan.

“We need to talk about something, baby.” I said when he kneels  between my thighs.

“I believe we do, master.” He replied in a serious tone.

Wait, how would he know what I am going to say to him? Or does he want to argue about the whole thing that just happened? If he thinks I am going to let the little creep back into our house, he is seriously mistaken.

“Why don't we go check everything is in order at the club, baby boy?” Gideon said, sensing the storm brewing. He also knows what I have to tell him anyway.

“Don't let him trample on you,Tiger.” Callan said with a smirk, making his daddy stare as they walked out of the office.

“Permission to speak, master.” He asked as soon as the two of us were alone.

I really don't need him to be more of a pain in my neck today but it might be better to get over what he wants to tell me before moving to the hard part.

“Go on,” I sighed, why do I have a bad feeling about this?

“Did you really fire him, master?” He asked and here it comes.

“Yes, I did, baby. I felt I couldn't trust him anymore after what he did.”

“And with all due respect, master, why didn't you discuss it with me before you did so?” 

This is Nelson for why the fuck didn't you tell me before?

“I don't feel I had an obligation to do so, baby.”
I am the dominant in this relationship and not him.

“But doesn't the fact that we share the costs of the house cleaning mean that we also share the decision of the person hired to do so, master?” I hate when he makes sense like this.

“Not in my opinion, baby. My house, my rule.”

Yes, I am being a sore loser and just respond to his logic with authority but I really don't want to deal with that now.

“I am sorry, master, I hadn't realized it was your house. I guess I will have to start looking for a place of my own.”

Fuck where did this come from?

“I am sorry, baby. I didn't mean it like that.” I sighed, I am too tired and he is just too damn stubborn.  I don't see this evening well.

“Then if it is our house, master. I would like that we reevaluate your decision of dismissing him like that. Do you know he lost his parents and really needs the money to support his little brother?”

“You are not going to let this go, are you?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“I am afraid not, master. You are being overly harsh and unfair.

“You do realize that you are just making me tenser after what had been a very long way and that you are going to end up tied up to the cross, flogged and roughly fucked until I have relaxed enough, do you?” 

“You certainly can use me as you see fit, master.” He replied.

“As is specified in our contract, the same contract that stipulates we share the responsibility of the household costs.”

Of course, he has to rub his victory in my face. Well, I will have to get revenge later.

“Fine, you can tell he had his job back but you deal with him and he is better when I am not around. I don't want to see his face in the house, happy?” 

“Very much, thank you, master.”

“Good, now can we talk about what I wanted.” I need to calm down a bit, otherwise it is going to get ugly really fast.

“Yes, master, I am all ears.” He said obediently.

“I need you to keep the same composure and level of maturity you have until now, can you do that for me, baby?” I said in a gentler tone.

“I will try, master.

“Good, I have some bad news, baby. The thing we feared happened.”

He takes in a deep breath before shielding himself. His eyes water a bit but he didn't cry. I am always amazed at how strong he has become.

“How exactly?” He asked in a small voice.

“Well, the picture of you, the one from before, has been posted on a few trashy websites and there are some articles saying you are a gold digger deep into bdsm. We knew that jail wouldn't prevent my father from spreading this story, now it is the way he responds to it that is going to be crucial. We talked about it before, baby.”

“Yes, master, I know. It is just..I thought it would happen later, that I would have more time to prepare for it. Do they mention the club?” 

“Yes, but don't you worry about this, baby. Gideon is a big gay, he can take care of himself, how do you still agree with the plan we had come up with?”

“Yes, master. I guess we will address this at the interview tomorrow?” He said.

“That would be the best way, baby. The sooner we deal with the problem and own the story, the least damage it will do. If we do this right, no one will believe any part of these rumors, even the ones that are true.”

He tensed a lot with this revelation so I gently caressed his hair.

“You are doing great, baby. I am so very proud of you, you know?”

“Thank you, master.”

“I know you were not too keen on doing it, but what would really be the best in terms of communication is if you told the whole story with its consequences. I know you don't like the idea of exposing yourself too much but can you just think about it again and decide tomorrow?” 

This is the thing I promised Frank I would ask, not order.

“I can do that, master.” He mumbled.

“Just think about it, baby, I only ask this. You know that it is logically the best thing to do but I understand it is very hard for you. Know that you would make me very proud if you manage to actually do it.”

There I can't really push him more than that, short of just ordering him to do the whole damn interview.

“I will, master.”

“Good boy,” I purr.

“Don't think about it too much tonight, though. I believe we talked about a thing involving a cross, a flogger and me fucking you senselessly.”

“Yes, master.” He replied with a small smile

I have to wait before I have my boy to myself tonight. First, there is dinner and then the usual preparation and he seems to have relaxed a bit when he joins us in the main room at the club. I think he must have discussed the situation with his friend, now I can finally relax and this begins with a very sweet blowjob while watching the first show. We went to my playroom afterwards where I tied him to the cross, as promised, a dickcage at the base of his beautiful díck, his perfect back exposed for me. The ugly marks he had there have all healed completely and I can't wait to replace them with lightly ones I will do myself.

“Remember to safeword if you need to, baby.” I said to him.

This is the first time I use a flogger on him since his addiction and it is bound to remind him of some hard memories even if the pain caused by the suede flogger doesn't remotely compare to the one from a belt.

“Focus on the fact that it is only you and me.”

I began gently, not even using a quarter of my strength, before toughening my blows when I saw he was okay. Between the moans that come out of his mouth and the delicious shade of pink his back and his ass are taking, I soon deeply relaxed. I can see that his muscles loosen up as well and showing me he is enjoying himself as much as I am. I take a small pause in my flogging to play with his asshole, stretching his entrance before inserting a medium size plug in it. Then I resume my flogging and since his skin has warmed up, I can use my full strength and make him grunt at each strike and sweat heavily.

“Can you feel how much you excite me, baby?” I eventually whispered into his ear as I rubbed against him. I opened my pants a while ago just to free my painful erection so he can clearly feel my arousal.

“Yes, master,” he panted.

“Please just fúck me.” He begged.

“Like this?” I said, removing the plug and pushing two fingers inside his tight hole.