James
Aubrey.
I had been wanting to see her in person after hearing so much about her, so when the middle-aged woman who had been introduced to me as Miss Belle called the name, my head lifted. I followed her as she swept across the room but it was to the willowy blonde that my eyes lingered.
She was dressed to impress, the black lace of her dress could almost be called demure if it didn’t show matching black underwear underneath.
I let myself relax back against the bar. My eyes roving over the skin-tight black dress. Instantly I could imagine running my hands over those curves.
Would she tremble under my touch, and beg for more?
Would she cry and beg for more in the same breath?
Just looking at her and I wanted to know. I wanted her to call me master, sir or even daddy in that sweet little English accent of hers.
“Is that her?” Slowly, not taking my eyes from Aubrey as she stood talking. Her smile wide and genuine. I sipped at my wine.
Next to me, someone made a sound in the back of his throat. “Yes.” My business partner and best friend said softly. His voice was husky. I didn’t need to turn to know that he was looking at her as well. “I told you she was perfect didn’t I?”
Pursing my lips I cocked my head to the side. She looked the part I would give him that. Exactly what I had been looking for but perfect? That was yet to be seen.
Still, she did have potential.
“Maybe, maybe she won’t want to play at all. Or won’t be into the kind of things we are.”
“She is. I know she is.” Benji laughed. The sound of it loud and for a second the girl I knew as Aubrey turned her head towards us.
Her blue eyes impossibly bright against the black velvet of her mask met mine.
It was just for a second before she turned away. We were just another set of guys interested in her. Two of several.
But as she walked away, giving me a great view of her perky round ass I knew none of them would stand a chance.
Tonight. Aubrey would belong to us.
***
I knew that people didn’t understand my relationship with Benji. And submissives were jealous creatures by nature. Most couldn’t or wouldn’t even try to understand our bond.
He was closer than my brother, Hell he had saved my life and since that moment we had been inseparable. He kept me out of trouble and I watched his back. And as we got older, we had learnt something that kept us tight. We liked to share and we liked pain.
More specifically we liked to dominate. Both in business and the bedroom.
It was just finding the right woman that was the problem. Sure professionals were willing to do almost anything. But at this stage in our lives, their fake cries of pleasure were starting to wear thin.
I needed more. A woman who would submit willingly and fill the penthouse we shared with her breathy little pleas.
What I wanted, and what Benji wanted as well was a woman who knew how to act like a lady in public. Who wouldn’t embarrass us but who would be our dirty little slut when we needed her to be.
Being here tonight was just one of many steps we had taken to find the right person.
Whether Aubrey would be her I didn’t know but I was sure as hell interested in finding out.
Realising that I had drifted off into my own head. I shook myself. “Where has she gone?” I couldn’t see the delectable Aubrey anywhere.
“Downstairs.” Benji hadn’t taken his eyes off of the door that leads down to the basement and the more “fun” rooms it housed.
“Alone?” My eyebrows shot into my hairline. Jesus I hoped she was still alone. If we missed out because of my daydreaming, Benji would make my life hell.