Breaking In His Virgin - Club Lush

“Leave her alone or I’ll come over there with a shotgun.”

He didn’t yell. He didn’t even sound angry, which actually made it sound even more scary. People said lots of things in anger they didn’t really mean. But my master was very calm and straight forward with the seeming force of God behind his words.

The guys disappeared so fast I thought they might leave a vapor trail. All while apologizing and saying they thought I would like it.

“You see him? He’s my fucking master. I am only for him. I will do anything for him and no one else, got it?”

“Got it,” they chorused, ducking back into the bedroom, metaphorical tails between their shaking legs.

“You okay, pet?” Jacob asked, when things had calmed down.

“Yes, master. Thanks for saving me. I really hope to come and see you soon.”

I did too. It seemed like a real win-win situation for me. Not only would I have a place to stay, and probably a beautiful one at that, I would have the chance to really explore things, since I was actually into Joshua. Just as important, at least to my way of thinking, I trusted him completely. I knew, unlike Mark, he would never use me or hurt me in the bad way or in a bad place.

“Well then, hurry up and pack. The limo will be there to pick you up in an hour or two.”

“Yes, master!” I said, leaping up off the couch.

“Pet?”

“Yes, master?” I asked, looking back at the computer screen.

“Get dressed first,” my master ordered gently.

I pulled my sweats and hoodie back on as my master logged off. I was still thinking of him as I started to pack. My pussy was still dripping wet for him as I decided what to take to spend two weeks with a handsome, sexy billionaire. Trembling with anticipation for his first touch.

Chapter Five - Joshua

I had somewhat shocked myself with my own ferocity. What was even more unsettling, I had meant every word. Disengaging the video call, I went to prepare for her arrival.

There were a lot of things that could be said about me. Some of them are nice, others nasty. One of the less flattering observations would be that I was a dye in the wool perfectionist. I tried not to be a jerk about it. Understand the limitations of frail humanity though I did like things done the best way pressure. A desire which led me to put a lot of pressure on. It was part of why I’d been through two cooks and three drivers in the past three years. Though if there was one person I was hardest on, particularly when things went wrong, it was myself. I really wanted everything to be just right for when Celeste arrived. Saw it as part of my duty as a master. The room was across the hall from the master suite on the third floor. Well away from any of the employees. Must try not to scandalize them.

It had taken some doing to get the supplies. The delivery drivers were clearly unhappy with the size and weight of some of the packages. Most of them easily placated with sizable tips. Besides, I was the one who had to take the packages up three flights of stairs so really, they got off easy.

I’d considered assembling the pieces as they came but decided it would be better t see them all at once so I could see where they would go best. Better than having to constantly re-arrange. Things when a new piece arrived. I didn’t have much time so I decided to do things as systematically as possible.

Within an hour, everything was assembled and placed. The room looked like a miniature version of the club. For the sake of evidence, I got out my phone and took several pictures. Just in case any proof was needed. Switching back to the home screen I texted Xavier and Jude. Inquiring in the friendliest tones text would allow how their own home playrooms were coming.

A few minutes later they both texted back. Saying they have both had some success. I wondered what the heck that was supposed to me. We agreed to meet up to talk about it. I send the photos from the phone to my email so I can get them in my office.

It was already clear things were about to become another pissing contest. One of the things about alpha wolves is they tended to compete. A theme that went all the way back to college. Seeing who could get the highest grade or get invited to whatever exclusive party. I though it might calm down after we graduated but if anything it got worse. The business world was even more competitive than the academic one. Even though we were in completely different industries. It also didn't seem to matter that I roundly thrashed them in almost every instance. They just kept coming back for more. Honestly seeming to believe that this time might be different. No doubt encouraged by the handful of times one of them actual beat me. For or five between the two of them. Moments of failure that still haunted my dreams. Not because of them but what it said about me.