Part 7 (1/2)

”Enough!” it's as if time freezes at the sound of my father's voice yelling at us. ”f.u.c.king ridiculous! What're you two fighting about anyway?”

Neither Justin nor I answer right away as we both stand up straight. It never fails my dad has that effect on us. He comes into a room we immediately stand at attention, or stop whatever it is we might be doing.

”Let's try this again, boys why are you fighting?”

Justin and I glance at each other out of the corner of our eyes. Neither of us speaks though. I don't want to admit we were fighting over Kat, that I am consumed with a jealous rage when I think about her with another guy. Justin isn't answering our father, and I'm not sure why he is staying silent.

”Kat?” Dad asks.

My shoulders slump slightly at his question I notice Justin stiffens out of the corner of my eye. We are busted.

”f.u.c.king idiots. She isn't gone forever... yet.”

He says as he turns and walks back to his office.

Once he closes the door behind him I turn on Justin.

”She's all yours little brother” I snarl as I slam out the front door.

Deep down I don't mean a word. I love Kat, but she betrayed me by leaving me. It's easier to pretend I don't care what happens to her in the future.

I pull my cell phone out of my pocket and tap out a message to Pete. I instruct him to find the two blonde chicks and meet me at Knight's Castle.

This would be the first time I used the Castle's services for myself. I had my private apartment there one I had never used. One I had hoped to take Kat to at some point. Things change though. My urge to dominate would have been something my Kitten would have loved, I just know it, but it's not to be. Instead, I will be exploring the club with my blondes tonight.

I enter the club, Marsha, who runs Knight's Castle for the family, is standing at the counter smiling at me. Marsha is still a beautiful woman even though she is pus.h.i.+ng forty. Her honey blonde hair rests on her shoulders accenting her green eyes. She is dressed in black leather and lace from head to toe. I lean on the counter. She smiles up at me, and I give her one of my most charming smiles.

”I need a private room for the night.”

”Really?” the surprise evident in her voice.

”Yes, I want to explore my dark side,”

”Anything you want Cole” It wouldn't take much for me to charm Marsha upstairs with me. I watch as her hands fly over the keyboard in front of her. She makes a few strikes on the keys before turning around and grabbing a key off the board behind her. She pa.s.ses it to me.

”Pete will be bringing me some guests shortly, please let him know what room to bring them too.”

I leave Marsha staring at me. I make my way upstairs doing my best to ignore anyone who tries to gain my attention.

I stop in front of door number five, I insert the key into the lock. It clicks as I turn it and I let myself into the guest room. The rooms on this floor are somewhere between a hotel room and the guest room in your house. I survey the green and black room, pleased at the elegance and cla.s.s it conveys. There is a huge four poster King sized bed that sits against the wall elevated on a platform. A mirror is on the ceiling above it. There are several chests of drawers along one wall. Each drawer contains new, in the package toys that a person might need for a scene. There is a cabinet that contains items that are sterilized and reused from client to client. This is a big money venture for our family. The taboo and privacy needed for BDSM has been good for our family.

There is a large open tiled room that you step down into. This room contains a hot tub, shower and other items needed for water play. There is so much about BDSM that even I don't know. It's like I only have scratched the surface and still have so much to learn. In another corner of the room is a chair containing all types of special contraptions for play as well. A medical like tray is next to it. I realize the tray is there to set up the instruments one plans to use for the night.

That prompts me to move to the drawers and I begin taking out various items that I feel will be needed tonight with the blondes. I grab lube, a fresh b.u.t.t plug, some a.n.a.l beads, a blindfold, silk restraints, a small, soft, velvety flogger and a couple different sized vibrators. I want to be a Dom but not a s.a.d.i.s.tic one.

I had spent the last couple of years talking to club members and learning about the different BDSM techniques. I watched p.o.r.ns. I even went online and researched things and joined communities and I had a long list of things I wanted to try. Tonight, Legs and Bambi had no idea what they would be helping me do. I knew the terms, the ideas etc., but tonight I am going to actually practice some of what I learned. The more I thought about what I was doing the less I thought of Kat. Knight's Castle would help me forget her completely.

Once I have everything gathered, I roll it over to the chair. Most of our play would happen there. This was not about me finding a girlfriend or soulmate. I knew who my soulmate was, and I accepted that she was gone from my life now. This was about pleasure. My pleasure. I may never make love to a woman again, but I was going to enjoy the BDSM lifestyle.

I thought about my private apartment upstairs that sat unused, because I had been waiting to invite Kat to join me there. My apartment would sit empty except for when I needed a place to crash. Especially right now, since my house and my dad's house were full of memories of Kat.

It's not long after I have everything prepared that there's a knock on the door. I open the door to Pete and the two blondes. Pete looks stoic and the girls are grinning seductively well at least trying to. I still see them as nothing but easy p.u.s.s.y.

”Come in.” I tell the trio. Legs and Bambi's eyes dart around the room. Poor Bambi's eyes get wide as she notes the layout of the room and the equipment scattered throughout. Legs takes it in with a knowing smile. I motion for the girls to sit on the sofa nearby as I turn my attention to Pete.

”Stay nearby. I'll text you in a bit for some help with something,”

After tonight Kat will realize that we are done for good. Pete leaves the room, the door slamming behind him. The guys need to remember their loyalty is to me, not Kat. I don't care if the men like what I'm doing right now or not.

Setting my mind back on the girls sitting in the room with me I begin giving orders.

”Climb up in this chair,” I direct Bambi as she is the more submissive one. ”You,” I direct towards Legs, ”You'll make Bambi your good little submissive. You have free permission to use anything I have on the table. The only rule I have tonight is neither of you gets to c.u.m until I say you can.”

Bambi's face shows signs of anxiety, in attempt to sooth her the only way I can I say ”If you want to stop something at any time just say red and I'll stop it, do you understand?”

”Yes sir” she replies timidly.

I help tie the silk restraints around her ankles and wrists making sure they are secure enough to withstand her tugging at them. I have a feeling Legs is going to love playing Dom to her friend. I pull a chair up to sit where I can look on the action from a side angle. I don't want to miss any part of what is going to happen. I sit back with a smirk on my face eager for the show.

Legs starts hesitantly I notice her examining the toys laid out on the tray and finally see her pick up the a.n.a.l beads and lube them up generously. She carefully begins inserting the string into her friend's a.s.shole. I watch as Bambi's eyes widen in shock, but soon she relaxes until the string is all the way in to the last bead. Legs then takes a vibrator and places it on a low setting again lubing it generously before plunging it into her friend's p.u.s.s.y. I hear the gasp come from Bambi as she is penetrated. Legs bends down and pinches both nipples between her fingers, I am not sure how hard she is pinching, but I can see her friend bucking under the touch.

She kisses her friend full on the mouth pulling back saying, ”I am going to love making you my b.i.t.c.h.”

Something tells me I have opened a door for Legs that she has wanted open for a while. She seems to have no trouble being aggressive, or in control, with her friend. In fact, she seems very much into her friend. In a split second, I make a decision to pull out a strap on for Legs to use on her friend. I thoroughly enjoy watching the show as Legs completely brings pain and pleasure to her friend and I admire the control Bambi is showing by not c.u.mming. It's not until Legs is pounding into her with the strap on I sense that Bambi is beginning to lose it. I step closer.

”Do you need to c.u.m?” I ask her ”Yes” she manages to mumble to me.

”You've been a very good girl, you've permission to c.u.m.”

I watch as Legs continues to pound her friend and Bambi's hips begin lifting up to meet each thrust, she is loudly moaning, and I can tell she is close.

”That's it,” I encourage her ”Let it go, let your friend make you c.u.m.”

That seemed to push her over the edge as she lets out an animalistic cry of pleasure. I can tell when she slumps back in the chair she is almost completely spent.

”Stop! Get down there and clean her up with your mouth,” I instruct Legs.

She isn't happy, she was enjoying the feel of f.u.c.king p.u.s.s.y, but she complies and soon is on her knees following my orders to lick up all the juices.

It's then I begin to formulate my idea and I have the girls stop what they are doing I pull my pants down and remove Bambi from the chair and climb in. I instruct Bambi to start sucking my c.o.c.k. She doesn't hesitate before she is on her knees. I send a text to Pete to tell him to come in. Legs waits to let Pete in and hands him my cell phone as I instructed her.

”When I have both girls on me take a picture,” I tell Pete.

”Man, what are you doing?”