Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7

Asher

Georgia has our lunch set up in the breakfast nook in the sunny corner where two glass walls unite. She’s outdone herself. It’s just lunch, but I know Georgia. She’s beside herself with excitement that I’ve brought a woman into my home. I’ve never had a woman in my home. Not for any reason. Certainly not to stay.

I’ve given Georgia and Sebastian the basic information. They were probably stunned this morning when I told them I’d made arrangements with Brynn. I was frank about it. I told them flat out that she would be living with me as my girlfriend to keep the vultures at bay in exchange for me paying her tuition.

I know they were both slightly shocked, though they quickly schooled their faces. And then Georgia got excited, and I’m certain that as soon as she met Brynn, she fell in love.

As soon as I enter the kitchen holding Brynn’s hand, Georgia’s face lights up. She’s a romantic. She needs to reel it in. This is a business arrangement.

Yes, I’m enamored with Brynn. She’s the first woman I’ve ever met in my life who is seemingly my perfect match. It can’t last, though. Nothing ever does. I might as well push her and push her until she revolts.

I need to get her out of my system as soon as possible. I can already tell she’s going to be a distraction day and night. She’s just so fucking submissive, and her body was created to make men drool.

I’ll be the only man drooling over her, though. That’s for fucking sure. Naked anyway. If I thought she wouldn’t be mortified beyond belief, I’d make her sit at this lunch table completely nude, legs spread.

No. I’d make her kneel at my side, naked, in a Nadu pose, her bottom against her heels, her knees wide, her palms up and resting on her thighs. The idea makes me salivate.

But I won’t do that to Brynn. She’s not ready for that level of exposure. I’m incredibly curious how far I’ll be able to take her, though. She’s been in my home a handful of hours, and already she’s submitting beautifully to me as though she were a trained submissive and has been with me for years.

I can’t wait to introduce her to the various pieces of apparatus in my playroom, both here and at Edge. She’s so malleable.

I lead her to the corner of the room, pull out her chair, wait for her to sit, and then push the seat in. I lean over and set my lips on her ear, making her shiver. “Spread your legs. If you can’t remember to do that when you’re sitting, I’ll make you hold a ball between them. And it won’t be small. ”

Her breath hitches as she obeys me, parting her thighs wide enough to please me. Her cheeks are a fantastic shade of pink. Her hair is loose around her shoulders since I took her braid out. I consider rebraiding it. I like the look, and it will give me something to grab when I want to tip her head back.

I take a seat at the end of the table, making sure we’re close enough that I can touch her knee with mine. “This looks delicious, Georgia,” I say, glancing up at my cook.

“Enjoy.” Georgia gives her little bow and hurries out of the room.

“I’ve never been served before. It’s unnerving,” Brynn whispers.

“You’ll get used to it.”

“I’d rather be helpful and do some of the cooking or at least clean up after we eat.”

“Not going to happen, Brynn.” I point at her plate. “Eat your lunch. I suspect you’ve been scraping pennies and haven’t had healthy food for a while.”

“Yes, Sir.” She picks up her fork and takes a bite of the raspberry vinaigrette salad. It’s light and colorful, with apples, cranberries, and carrots. I’m glad she seems to like it.

I watch her closely while we eat. I don’t want to stress her out so much that she can’t swallow. She needs good nutrition to keep up with what I have planned for her. The rest of today will be even more stressful than the first half.

Brynn may not have been raised with a silver spoon, but she has excellent manners as though she had been. She knows which fork to use, sits up straight, and keeps her napkin in her lap.

I say nothing, letting her cut her chicken into delicate bites, wishing I was the tines of her fork every time she pulls them through her lips. She switches around her plate, tasting the sweet potatoes and steamed green beans next. She rotates, enjoying her food.

She has to know I’m watching her, but she doesn’t make eye contact with me. It’s easy to pretend my gaze is on her plate as though I’m monitoring her eating, but what I’m looking at most of the time is her tits. They’re spectacular, and I made the right call when I insisted she not wear a bra in the house. I’m going to send a message to Prism, letting her know I’d like more dresses like this one sent over.

When she slows, I set my hand over hers. “You don’t have to eat every bite, baby. Stop when you’re full.”

“Thank you, Sir.” She sets her fork down and takes a long drink of her water.

Georgia has an uncanny ability to know when she should return to the kitchen, as she does just as we’re finishing.

“That was delicious, ma’am. Thank you,” Brynn says.

“You’re so welcome, dear. Please let me know if there are any snacks or special foods you’d like me to keep on hand. I place a grocery order every few days.”

Brynn smiles. “I’m sure I’ll be fine with whatever you prepare. I’m happy to help in the kitchen, too, if there’s anything you’d like me to do.”

I shoot Brynn a narrowed glare, but I can’t keep from smiling at the same time. “I’m sure Georgia has it under control. You’ll be too busy to cook, Brynn.” I stand and offer her my hand.

She scoots her chair back and takes my offered hand. After she’s on her feet, she starts to pull away, but I don’t let her. I like touching her, even if it’s just to hold her hand.

I’m well aware Georgia has her lips pursed. She’s amused by my insistence that Brynn is nothing more than an employee, and I have to hand it to her; I certainly haven’t behaved that way from the moment this pixie stepped into my home.

As we enter the living room, the buzzer for the elevator sounds. Sebastian materializes out of nowhere as usual and answers the intercom before permitting entry. He turns toward us with a short bow, just like his wife’s. “Stacia will be here momentarily, sir.”

“Thank you, Sebastian.”

Brynn tenses next to me.

I turn to her, cup her head with both hands, and thread my fingers in her thick hair. We’re standing so close together that her nipples brush the front of my shirt. I want to rip this dress down the middle with no care in the world for what it costs.

Her eyes are wide as she looks at me.

No one is in the room to hear me say, “Do you have a problem with Stacia waxing your pussy?”

Her cheeks turn that delightful shade of pink again, and she chews her lip as she thinks.

“Let me rephrase that question. Do you mind having your pussy bare?”

“No, Sir,” she whispers.

“So, you’re nervous about having it done, not the result.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I assure you women all over the country do it every day. ”

“I’m sure they do.” There’s a slight level of sass in her voice. It makes me chuckle, which makes her wince.

“You’ll get the Brazilian wax because it pleases me, understood?”

God, I love the way she shudders when I dominate her. “Yes, Sir.”

“Stacia will trim your hair and do your nails, too.”

“Is all this really necessary, Sir?”

“Yes. No one would believe I was dating a woman who didn’t have a manicure and perfectly painted toes sticking out of her sandals.”

She sighs. “Okay. They won’t see my pussy, though,” she murmurs almost too softly for me to hear.

“ I will, though, Brynn. Often.” I lift a brow.

The elevator opens, keeping me from continuing to watch my girl’s reaction. It’s a shame, but I intend to watch her as she’s primped, too. I can’t seem to leave whatever room she’s in.

I turn toward the elevator as Stacia steps into the penthouse. She’s smiling broadly. “Good afternoon, Mr. Bennett.”

“Good afternoon, Stacia. This is Brynn. I told her you’d be giving her the works today.”

Stacia rushes forward, adjusting the large bag over her shoulder, and holds out a hand. “Nice to meet you, Brynn. God, your hair is divine.” She circles behind Brynn, already in her element. “It’s been a while since you’ve had a trim. I can get it perfectly shaped without taking more than a few inches off. How does that sound, Mr. Bennett?”

My hand has slid down to Brynn’s wrist so I don’t miss the way her breath hitches when Stacia addresses me instead of her. I planned this, and I’m not sorry. Brynn continues to please and delight me.

“Excellent,” I say, nodding over my shoulder. “You can get set up in the master bathroom.”

“I left my table at the bottom of the elevator. I’ll need to go get it,” Stacia informs me.

I glance over her shoulder as the elevator pings again. Sebastian steps out, holding the folded table. “It has magically arrived.” Releasing Brynn, I take long strides toward Sebastian and take the table from him. “Thank you.”

I lead the two women through the house and into the master bathroom. My girl will now be exposed and embarrassed in yet another part of my suite.

“Wow,” Stacia says as she spins around in a circle. “When you told me your bathroom would be plenty large enough, I didn’t believe you.”

I chuckle. “Do you doubt a lot of Doms?”

She shrugs as she chuckles. “Just the ones that aren’t mine .”

I can’t keep from smiling as I open her table and set it up in the middle of the bathroom. When I glance at Brynn, I inform her, “Stacia is a member of Edge.”

Stacia furrows her brow. “I don’t think I’ve seen you there.”

Brynn looks confused.

“You wouldn’t have,” I tell Stacia. “Brynn was a waitress on the first floor. I haven’t told her about the other levels yet.”

“Oh.” Stacia winces.

“Don’t worry. I brought it up. Brynn will be my guest from now on. You’ll probably see her from time to time.”

“So, there are other levels above the ground-floor club,” Brynn muses. “I suspected. ”

“Yes. The second floor has a higher membership rate, and the top floor is exclusive.”

“I guess you’re a member of the upper echelon,” Brynn mutters.

“I am, sassy girl.” I pat the top of the padded table. “Take off your dress, my naughty temptress. Lie here.”

She glances at Stacia.

“Do you remember what I said about hesitating?”

She nods as she lowers her hands to the hem of the dress.

I approach her, grab the hem myself, and pull it over her head. “Stacia has seen plenty of naked bodies before. She’s about to get intimate with your pussy. I think she can handle seeing your tits.”

Brynn purses her lips.

I drape her dress over the back of a vanity chair and guide her to the table with a hand on the small of her back. Her nipples are truly divine. I want them in my mouth. I want to hear her moan while I suckle them. I bet I could make her come without touching her pussy if I had enough time to worship her tits.

Soon .

I lift Brynn by the hips and sit her on the end of the table. “Do her pussy first, Stacia. I want to watch. Plus, she’s going to fret over the Brazilian wax until it’s done.”

“Have you ever had a wax before?” Stacia asks her as she sets several items on the vanity and plugs a few things into the wall.

“No, ma’am.”

Stacia’s brows rise, but she doesn’t comment as she glances at me.

I’m pleased with Brynn. She’s learning. It doesn’t matter how old Stacia is or what her perceived status is in society; Brynn knows to address her politely.

I ease Brynn’s arms away from her chest and lift her chin. “Good girl. Stop playing with your tits.”

Her jaw drops open. “I’m not…”

I lift a brow. “The same rule applies to your tits as your pussy. They’re mine to play with. I’ll decide when you’re permitted pleasure. You’ll keep your greedy fingers away from your erogenous zones.”

She looks horrified but finally responds, “Yes, Sir.”

I kiss her forehead. “Good girl. Lie back.”

She’s shaking as she reclines on the table.

“Shall we begin?” Stacia asks cheerfully.

I’ve never been present for this female ritual, so I’m intrigued. I’ve been told it’s rather painful, and I can imagine it would be. I wouldn’t want wax anywhere near my balls. That’s for sure.

My sadistic side is at the forefront. I want Brynn to endure this because I’ve told her to and because she’s willing to submit to me.

Stacia approaches with a jar of purple wax. She’s wearing gloves. She looks toward me. “Would you like to restrain her, hold her down, or verbally enforce the command?”

I glance at Brynn. It’s probably even more sadistic of me to ask her, but I enjoy watching her squirm. “Your choice this time, baby. I can strap your hands above your head and then restrain your folded knees out to the sides, or I can hold your legs open for you. I’m not sure you’re ready to obey my command to remain still on your own yet. I don’t want to set you up for failure.”

She licks her lips. “You hold me, Sir. ”

I like that answer. “My pleasure.” My very devious pleasure .

Stacia steps up to the end of the table. “The best thing to do is pull your knees up to your chest and then let them butterfly out to the sides.”

“It’s going to hurt,” Brynn whimpers as she follows Stacia’s instructions.

“Yes, but it’s fast. First, I’ll put the wax on your mound, then we’ll let it sit for a minute, and last, I’ll pull it off. That’s the part that hurts, but it won’t last long.”

I set my palm on her stomach and slide it up between her breasts. “Lift your arms over your head, baby,” I whisper, holding her gaze.

She’s trembling as she obeys me, but her nipples pucker further.

I place one hand over her wrists and apply just enough pressure to remind her to keep them there. “When I require you to be naked and lift your arms, it increases your vulnerability. Can you feel the difference?”

She licks her lips. “Yes, Sir,” she murmurs.

“Good girl. Leave your hands here.” I move down to her legs and lean over her slightly so I can hold both her thighs open. Even though I’ve never been involved in a woman’s grooming process before, I’m doing so now because I love how Brynn reacts to everything. She keeps my cock constantly hard.

I’m going to need release soon. After I watch Stacia remove the hair from my girl’s pussy, I’ll leave her to finish in peace. Stacia is doing a great job of keeping her cool, but I’m sure my presence is intimidating her. She’ll probably be relieved when I excuse myself.

Stacia carefully applies a thick layer of wax over one side of Brynn’s soft curls. She lets it sit for a few seconds, and then she grabs the corner of it. “Deep breath in, Brynn.”

The rip makes me flinch, as does Brynn.

Brynn is panting and whimpering. When I glance at her, I find her lips pursed. She’s trying hard not to react. I suspect it was difficult for her not to cry out.

Stacia does another strip, removing most of Brynn’s hair.

Brynn settles a bit for the rest as Stacia goes over the sections she missed.

“Can you pull her knees up higher so I can get to her bum?” Stacia asks.

I push Brynn’s legs up, making it easier to get to her tight hole. Damn, she is phenomenal. Every inch of her. Her labia are pink and swollen from the waxing. I want to lower my face to her pussy, rub my cheek against the soft, smooth skin, and lave her with my tongue.

Later .

“There. All done. What do you think?” Stacia holds a mirror between Brynn’s legs as I step to the side so she can see.

Brynn’s cheeks are bright pink. She sighs and says nothing as she drops her head back onto the table.

I chuckle and kiss her forehead. “Thank you, baby. I love it,” I say as if I gave her options. I grab her hand and help her sit up before heading out of the room and returning a few moments later with a silk robe.

When I hold it up, she slides an arm into the sleeve and breathes easier. “Thank you, Sir,” she says as I get the other arm in and tie it around her waist. It’s a soft pink and barely long enough to cover her bottom.

I set my hands on the table on either side of her and hold her gaze. “I’ve got some things to take care of. I’ll leave you with Stacia. I expect you to be cooperative, understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I hold her chin and rub my thumb along her lower lip until she opens for me. When she does, I slip my thumb into her mouth.

Her eyes are wide as she closes her lips slowly around my thumb and teases it with her tongue. It’s like she was made for me and born to submit to me. I like to think another Dom wouldn’t have been able to bring this out in her. She’s my submissive.

Jesus. What am I thinking? I let my thumb pop free, kiss her forehead one more time, and turn to leave the room. Before I can do anything else, I need to rub one off. I’ll have to do that in one of the guest bathrooms since I’ve turned my suite over to Stacia and Brynn.

I don’t even know who I am.