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Celest Monroe: Yes, Master Navarro.

Three little words that make my dick hard again. It’s better thanany drug—hearing a woman submit to me. Hell, written in a text is enough to leave me wanting to fucking impale her with my cock.

Me: I want a date and time you are available to meet me this week. If you’re so much as a minute late, you’ll be punished.

Celest Monroe: Is that a threat or a promise? It’s definitely not an incentive to behave.

Me: It’s a promise. I’ll take you where I want when I want, and your punishment is a guarantee.

Celest Monroe: I look forward to it Master.

Me: I want a time from you first thing in the morning, pet. Don’t make me wait.

Celest Monroe: As you wish, Master.

I wait a few minutes before I answer.

Me: Are you okay?

The fact that we’re friends has me confounded. I already care about her in a way that I never have with any of my submissives. I genuinely want to know she’s all right with this.

Celest Monroe: You may be the Dominant when it comes to sex, but I need you to understand that my personal life is off-limits.

Me: Why are you so defensive?

Celest Monroe: Do we have a deal? I mean it, Flex. I’ll be your plaything within the walls of Venom, but that’s it. You’re not having a driver bring me home. We’re not going to discuss all the ways my life is fucked up.

Me: Celest, we’re friends. I just want to make sure you are safe when you’re traveling home.

Celest Monroe: No. We’re not doing this. Goodnight, Flex.

Me: Understood.

I don’t have time for this shit. I wanted an easy lay without the entanglements of taking on a new submissive. This is already more complicated. I’ll just go to the club tomorrow and find a willing sub for the night. Clearly, it’s better to watch Celest than try to fuck her.

I jump back in the shower to clean myself before heading to bed. When sleep finds me, it’s fitful at best, peppered with past mistakes and the women who’ve come and gone in my life, even when I didn’t want them to.

“What’s up with you tonight?” Ryder pulls up a barstool beside me and signals Eli for his usual.

“Nothing. I’m fine.”

“Bullshit.” Ryder and I have known each other for years. He knows when I’m not on form. “It’s either about pussy or work. Which is it?”

“The former.”

“Whose pussy are we talking about?” For some reason, I don’t want to discuss Celest like she’s nothing more than willing pussy.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m not hitting it. Once I throw back the last of this whisky, I’m going upstairs to the voyeur floor. Are you coming up?”

He slaps me on the back. “I hate to tell you, Flex, but you’re not my type.”

“I’m everyone’s type.” I laugh.

“There won’t be any room for me up there with your giant ego.”

“Yep. The only thing bigger than my ego is my cock.”

He can’t help but laugh. “I’m going to my private room tonight, so I suppose I’m going to miss out on staring at your trouser snake.”

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