off. I didn't mean to cause a problem."
"Understood Paul, I'll handle things. Have a drink at the bar, it's on me."
Paul practically ran to the bar. Damian reached forward and tried to button his sister's black shirt but her hands came up and angrily brushed his aside.
Her voice was angry, frustrated, and bitchy, "You are such a prude brother dear. My breasts aren’t even showing. If you don't like seeing the exposed parts then don't have your employees wear such provocative uniforms."
"You are my sister so yours don’t count as a pair of breasts I want to see. And, you my dear are the prude. This is a BDSM club. Asking to join a scene is almost a requirement and I told you this would happen."
"That man's idea of a scene included a butt plug and nipple clamps."
Bran stood to the side fighting a grin. Damian’s sister was at least five foot eight. She had thick black hair in a high ponytail, garish makeup, and more piercings than he'd ever seen on a human body. She was your typical Goth chick. Piercings were highly fashionable among the fetish crowd but they had never done anything for him. Bran took a second look at the curves in front of him and admired her luscious figure. The black lacy bra she wore covered her nipples, which was a shame even if Damian didn’t think so. Her black leather skirt hugged her hips and barely covered her upper thighs. Long legs meant to wrap around a man's waist made his cock hard. In difference to her Goth persona, sparkling metallic gold polish covered her long fingernails. While the other female employees wore slinky heeled shoes, Damian’s sister wore black combat boots. His cock stiffened even more.
He snapped out of his thoughts when Damian introduced them. Bran’s eyes traveled up and met the sky blue orbs on a very unhappy face.
"Never seen a pair of boobs before or do you also want to stick something up my ass?"
"Will!" Damian's voice rose.
Bran couldn’t help raising his eyebrows at the name “Will” but it didn’t stop his reply, "I've seen plenty of boobs but yours are exceptional. I don't think I'll put something up your ass unless it's my cock but I'll be sure to put a nice ball gag in your mouth before I do it."
“You fucking pervert.”
"Willow, my office now." Damian used his Master “you'll be punished if I'm disobeyed” voice and turned on his heel. He looked at Bran and gave a sharp tilt of his head. Bran followed.
Once they were safely away from club ears, Damian let his sister have it and didn't seem to mind that Bran was listening."
"I told you to expect that kind of behavior and to politely refuse anything you weren't interested in. I also told you to work at the downstairs bar but your ass insisted on being up here. If you upset my wife I will ship you to a third world country where they circumcise their women and then cover them from head to toe."
The office door opened and Lydia entered. Damian stopped his tirade but his face remained red.
Lydia’s voice was soft but direct, “You must be Brandon. Damian has told me very naughty things about your college adventures. I’m sorry you arrived during a time of family turmoil.” Her eyes left Bran’s for a moment and she gave her husband a tight smile before focusing on their guest again. “But, we’re happy to have you. I hope your stay is relaxing and pleasing.”
He took her hand and kissed her palm, “Call me Bran.”
She gave him a sexy smile before turning her attention back to her husband.
"She's not upsetting me Damian, but she is upsetting you." Lydia's eyes traveled to her sister-in-law. "He won't ship you anywhere because that would make me angry. I heard Master P wanted to use you in a scene?"
"He wanted to put a plug up my ass and told me he would make it feel good."
"Well, if you've never tried it how do you know it won’t?"
Willow plopped down on the couch in exasperation and Lydia sat beside her. The two men made their escape.
Chapter Two
Bran followed
"Understood Paul, I'll handle things. Have a drink at the bar, it's on me."
Paul practically ran to the bar. Damian reached forward and tried to button his sister's black shirt but her hands came up and angrily brushed his aside.
Her voice was angry, frustrated, and bitchy, "You are such a prude brother dear. My breasts aren’t even showing. If you don't like seeing the exposed parts then don't have your employees wear such provocative uniforms."
"You are my sister so yours don’t count as a pair of breasts I want to see. And, you my dear are the prude. This is a BDSM club. Asking to join a scene is almost a requirement and I told you this would happen."
"That man's idea of a scene included a butt plug and nipple clamps."
Bran stood to the side fighting a grin. Damian’s sister was at least five foot eight. She had thick black hair in a high ponytail, garish makeup, and more piercings than he'd ever seen on a human body. She was your typical Goth chick. Piercings were highly fashionable among the fetish crowd but they had never done anything for him. Bran took a second look at the curves in front of him and admired her luscious figure. The black lacy bra she wore covered her nipples, which was a shame even if Damian didn’t think so. Her black leather skirt hugged her hips and barely covered her upper thighs. Long legs meant to wrap around a man's waist made his cock hard. In difference to her Goth persona, sparkling metallic gold polish covered her long fingernails. While the other female employees wore slinky heeled shoes, Damian’s sister wore black combat boots. His cock stiffened even more.
He snapped out of his thoughts when Damian introduced them. Bran’s eyes traveled up and met the sky blue orbs on a very unhappy face.
"Never seen a pair of boobs before or do you also want to stick something up my ass?"
"Will!" Damian's voice rose.
Bran couldn’t help raising his eyebrows at the name “Will” but it didn’t stop his reply, "I've seen plenty of boobs but yours are exceptional. I don't think I'll put something up your ass unless it's my cock but I'll be sure to put a nice ball gag in your mouth before I do it."
“You fucking pervert.”
"Willow, my office now." Damian used his Master “you'll be punished if I'm disobeyed” voice and turned on his heel. He looked at Bran and gave a sharp tilt of his head. Bran followed.
Once they were safely away from club ears, Damian let his sister have it and didn't seem to mind that Bran was listening."
"I told you to expect that kind of behavior and to politely refuse anything you weren't interested in. I also told you to work at the downstairs bar but your ass insisted on being up here. If you upset my wife I will ship you to a third world country where they circumcise their women and then cover them from head to toe."
The office door opened and Lydia entered. Damian stopped his tirade but his face remained red.
Lydia’s voice was soft but direct, “You must be Brandon. Damian has told me very naughty things about your college adventures. I’m sorry you arrived during a time of family turmoil.” Her eyes left Bran’s for a moment and she gave her husband a tight smile before focusing on their guest again. “But, we’re happy to have you. I hope your stay is relaxing and pleasing.”
He took her hand and kissed her palm, “Call me Bran.”
She gave him a sexy smile before turning her attention back to her husband.
"She's not upsetting me Damian, but she is upsetting you." Lydia's eyes traveled to her sister-in-law. "He won't ship you anywhere because that would make me angry. I heard Master P wanted to use you in a scene?"
"He wanted to put a plug up my ass and told me he would make it feel good."
"Well, if you've never tried it how do you know it won’t?"
Willow plopped down on the couch in exasperation and Lydia sat beside her. The two men made their escape.
Chapter Two
Bran followed
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