Chapter One
He walked into the suite and looked around. It hadn’t changed since his last visit a year ago. The bell hop dropped his luggage into the master bedroom and then took the offered tip and closed the door gently behind him. Brandon made his way to the bar, picked up the note lying next to the bottle of Ardbeg, and smiled.
Bran, I looked forward to sharing a glass but something unexpected has come up so please start the party without me. I’ll see you at the club tonight. Damian.
This was what he needed. Filling a tumbler, he walked over to the wall to wall glass window and looked over the Houston skyline. His nose inhaled the rich smoky aroma before bringing the liquid to his lips and tasting the single malt scotch. Damian knew his whisky and the Ardbeg was perfection.
Exhaustion weighed heavily but nothing would keep him away from the club tonight. This wasn’t about his need for sex or his desire to escape a clingy, mentally taxing relationship that had continued for far too long. This was about his inner demon and the need to dominate and allow his kinky side to lead his cock for a while.
When his father, Brandon Edward Sterling III died suddenly, it stopped Bran’s playboy lifestyle and threw him into the world of corporate finance before he was ready. A desire for companionship also made a strong push for him to settle down and live the boring structured life of his parents. The same parents he loathed and wanted to be nothing like. In only one year he went back on all the promises he and his college buddies made when they swore to never live by the rules of their ultra-wealthy parents which landed them at Harvard to begin with.
Damian was the only friend who turned his nose at the acceptable and didn’t play the game but then, the majority of Bran’s college buddies never accepted Damian because of his money’s roots. It was one thing to hate the disgustingly rich echelon you were born into but quite another to have a father who gained his wealth by designing sex toys. When Damian picked a fight and broke Bran’s nose their first year in college, it was either take the other down or become friends. It could have gone either way but friendship won.
Accepting Damian’s lifestyle was a little harder but once Bran let his conservative barriers down, visiting the club became his sin filled pleasure. Before he became the head of Sterling International, the strict club privacy policies kept this side of his life from the press. During the previous year he had denied his darker side, kept his nose clean, and rejected what his mind and body craved. His engagement to Elizabeth and the consequential end to the engagement made him realize he needed to let loose and fuck a sweet little sub’s brains out. After that he would make a decision. But, he didn’t know if he could wholeheartedly throw himself into running his father’s---no his billion dollar corporation and give up completely on his desire for a D/s relationship. It filled a need from deep within and he was tired of rejecting it.
The clock showed two p.m. and he decided to live on the edge and do something he hadn’t done in years. His clothes hit the floor and the soft bed called. He crawled naked between the luxurious cotton sheets and then Brandon Edward Sterling IV took a nap.
***
He was awake at seven after enjoying the first solid sleep he’d had in months. Feeling refreshed and energized, he looked forward to an evening of play. After ordering dinner he took a shower. It was hard not to check his phone and email messages but he let his cock override the mental pull of business. Once he started on work it could be days before he came up for air. He was taking one week for himself and playing hooky from the real world. No one but his secretary knew of his location including his nosey mother. She wasn’t happy when he told her about his leave of absence and he wouldn’t be surprised if she tried to track his movements. Too
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