03/16/2021

Damn, it's split between Kate and Gaia right now–oof! Some reviews had me dying, lol!

CHAPTER THREE - Same criteria as always

CPOV

New York is always a pleasant surprise when I drop by the offices unannounced. Watching people scramble to get their shit together is entertaining and firing incompetent deadweights feels cleansing.

Another thing that would feel cleansing would be a satisfying fuck. It's been a few weeks. This stopover in New York from my trip to the London offices was meant to help relieve some of the pent up aggression but it hasn't really scratched the itch.

I don't have time for full time submissives or catering to their whims. I have enough shit on my plate and so does my security team which is why, meeting one every now and then in a hotel room, play party or a club is more than enough for now. The business is still my sole focus and priority.

Back when I was 15, I was sent over to do yard work at my mother's best friend's house, she pulled some shit in her kitchen by kissing me then slapping my face for being disrespectful. I was a confused and horny fuck, unable to full grasp what happened. When I came back the next day, there was a repeat of what happened 24 hours ago, except this time she went down on me; I felt like I found nirvana. Then she asked me if I was interested in what she had to offer. I thought about it for a second and agreed. She showed me her playroom and explained what BDSM was. I listened with rapt attention and told her I'd think about it.

Two days went by and I said nothing, just kept my head down and worked in her yard, she too didn't ask. On the third day, she approached me for my answer. I had gone home two days ago and searched up all I could on BDSM and felt like I found the jackpot. A way to have sex without anyone touching me, a way to be in control––FINALLY!

Then the question was, did I want to submit to the BitchTroll? Sure, she was hot as fuck, for now but did I want to be stuck with one aging pussy when I could have my pick of high school girls who'd lay down on the ground and open their legs for me? Hell no.

To be stuck with punishments from a soon to be aging plastic barbie? Fuck that.

Don't get me wrong, with the exception of what she did, I actually value monogamy. I'm a selfish asshole and I hate sharing, besides, I wasn't interested in double dipping where her husband had been.

I declined her offer and it sent her into a rage. She tried to slap me but I caught her hand so then she tried to use her feminine wiles and sure another blowjob would've been amazing, actually, who am I kidding? I totally let her blow me under the pretense of yes but then as soon as she was done, I backtracked and said sayonara, thanking her for her service and that I was done with her shit and if she said anything I'd tell mom and dad she made me uncomfortable and tried to kiss me and most of all that I'd be keeping an eye on her.

Needless to say Le BitchTroll—a name Elliot coined after I spilled the beans over drinks during one of our late night movie marathons when we were back home from college a few years ago. He's kept my secret all this time— was shocked and screamed at me to get out.

Then came the research. Hours and hours of pouring over BDSM info websites and talking to people in chat rooms and of course porn not that it was the greatest shit but in a pinch a guy needs to do what a guy needs to do. I figured if I wanted to get into this lifestyle I needed to get my act together and get into Harvard till I found the perfect opportunity to start my business and get a start on my life, then I could do whomever, however and in whatever way we agreed to.

Money runs everything and if wanted to run shit, I needed to become the money.

Once I got to Harvard, I joined a BDSM club my very first week and found a Domme in her late 20's willing to train me. I ended up training with some of the best people on the East Coast and developing my skills that have helped me in tremendous ways.

It's been 8 years since then and life has been golden. I have only scened in clubs or hotel rooms. The idea of anything long term seems too much of a commitment. I am not looking for more, just a fuck. The idea of being responsible for another human being outside a scene is too much drama and work. I have enough on my plate to be micromanaging pussy when it's not in front of me.

Elliot: Bar tonight? Need my wingman.

Christian: No can do, busy.

Elliot: That time of the month? What's her name this time?

Christian: Fuck off, Lelliot.

Elliot: Give the 'hired hand' my number if she really wants to be satisfied.

I roll my eyes and chuckle. Elliot can be a crass piece of shit but he tries to keep me normal and gets me even when I've not been the easiest person to be around. I've joined him on his bar/club escapades and he's tried to introduce me to women but I can't trust the vanilla dynamic. I need limits and I need to know shit won't go off the rails. I can't handle unnecessary drama, Elliot can have it all and go through his trainwrecks while I sit and sip on my drink enjoying the show.

As Taylor drives through busy streets of NYC towards the airport, I pick up my phone to call Vivian; a Mistress that runs a top notch operation of pairing like minded individuals who require discretion with no hint of drama. Unfortunately, I've come across Elena at Vivian's play parties and let's just say I've seen cheese age better than her. Still, I'm glad she found a poor unsuspecting fuck to be her lapdog and keep her occupied. They say an idle mind is a devil's workshop but I'm pretty sure the devil wouldn't appreciate the comparison. I know the rejection of what I did still stings, so I take particular joy in blatantly ignoring her whenever our paths inevitably cross.

"Mr. Grey, it's been a while." Vivian answered in her usual saccharine voice.

"Yes, Ms. Redmond it has. I need someone for tonight. Same criteria as always."

"Of course. I have a few options available but I have two new girls who definitely fit your criteria. I will email you their names and headshots within the next few minutes. 10pm at the Cascade suite?"

"Yes. Send over the details and i'll finalize within the next hour."

"Of course. Thank you for your patronage."

The moment the call ended my phone buzzed with an incoming email from Vivian with pictures of the women she spoke of.

Leila Williams, 25 followed by Felicity Wells, 23. Both brunette with brown eyes. They're hot, then again of course they are. Vivian doesn't just employ anyone.

Maybe I should start investing in a playroom? But I don't want just anyone walking into Escala, that place is my sanctuary and I'm not sure I want any element of the outside world tainting it. I live by the rule of separation not just in my mind and business but also my personal life and as reliable as Vivian is, I'm not sure I want to enter into any agreement with her and by extension her provided sub.

Bitches have a tendency to snitch and I've got too much on my plate to be administering the proverbial stitches.

Women I meet at the club haven't ever piqued my interest for something recurring or long term either. I get what I want and get the fuck out. Perhaps the element of variety is what thrills me?

I forward Welch both names for a background check and 30 minutes later after all has come back clean, I've booked Leila for the entire evening. I look at her picture one more time and feel my cock twitch. It's been a rough few weeks. Finally some relief in sight.

I sincerely hope she has the stamina and tolerance to withstand what I plan to unleash on her tonight.

The image of a riding crop gliding over the pale and silky skin of a submissive with long braided hair, eagerly waiting to turn a beautiful shade of pink run through my mind. My body immediately reacts to the visual and excitement that runs through me.

It's been a hard week and I intend to play even harder.

A/N: How we feeling about CG so far? Next chapter we pivot back to the wedding, I do's and what happens after. Cue ze fireworks!

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