Deliciously Dominated Ch. 05

Jules started to snicker behind her hand. I could tell she was trying to hold it in but couldn't. Jerry Lewis was her favorite voice I did, after all. "A-again?" she asked, desperately trying to keep a straight face.

"Yes, Ma'am," I said. "Are you okay? Do you need a drink of woatah?" (Water)

She was done for. She started laughing so hard that she had to get up and leave the room. Brittany was looking back and forth between Jules' departing form and my confused stare after her. "Uh, okay," Brittany said hesitantly.

"I'm Jason, by da way," I introduced myself. "Jason Cross."

Brittany quirked an eyebrow. "As in somehow related to Kaden Cross? The owner of the firm?" she asked.

"My uncle," I said, smiling proudly. "I just stahted this week."

"What happened to your nose?" she asked as she took a bite of her food.

"Boating accident," I said.

"Oh, you have a boat?" she asked, seemingly impressed.

"Me?" I asked, pointing to my chest. "Na, it was Uncle Kaden's boat."

"Oh," she said. "So, what happened? Were you skiing and hit a rock or something?"

"Oh, no, ma'am," I said. "Nothin' like that." I heard Jules guffawing in the hallway. "I was on his boat at his house and was playing like I was Gilligan. You know, from that show Gilligan's Island?" Brittany looked confused. "You don't know Gilligan's Island!?" She shook her head. "Anyway, I'm a bit of a klutz, so I fell off the bow and hit the edge of the concrete."

"The...bow?" she asked, confused, then waved her question away. "You know what? Doesn't matter." She started to get up. "I'm Brittany Stewart, but I have to get back to work. Nice to meet you."

"You, too," I said, watching her walk away. Her nice round ass swayed hypnotically as she left the doorway.

I returned to my office, where Jules was waiting for me. "Why, oh why, my beloved Daddy, did you have to choose that particular voice for your alter-ego?" she asked.

I shrugged. "It seemed appropriate at the time," I replied, grinning wickedly. "Good luck explaining to her what was so funny."

She looked stunned for a moment. Then she started laughing again. "You're an ass. Do you know that?" she said.

"I try," I replied good-naturedly.

"So, Jason Cross, huh?" she asked, still grinning from her laughter.

"It was the first name that popped into my head at that moment," I said, shrugging again. "For some reason, I had been thinking about Riley and the first time we met."

"Ah," she said as if a lightbulb had gone off in her head. "The douchebag."

"So, you fuck her yet?" I asked, changing the subject.

Jules suddenly went beet red, and her eyes got two sizes bigger. "No," she answered, looking nervous.

"Wait," I said, looking at her with wide eyes. "You're falling for her, aren't you?"

"WHAT?" she shrieked. "I...well..." She was squirming in her seat now.

"You ARE!" I said, grinning.

"Dammit, I hate not being able to lie to you!" she said, pouting again with a little foot stomp.

"Well, I mean, you can, but," I started to say.

"The punishment is not worth the effort," she finished for me. Then, she sighed. "I think I am, Daddy." Her brow was wrinkled now. I knew that look.

"So what's got you worried?" I asked. "Besides the usual, I mean."

"The usual being the not knowing if she feels the same way? Or that she doesn't know about you?" she asked.

"Touché," I said. "That and she's obviously a little rough around the edges."

"I mean," she said with a timid nibble on her bottom lip. "I don't know how to broach that subject." What would I even say? It's not like I could just pipe up one day and blurt out, 'So I have a boyfriend, and he's the owner of the firm, and I'm in love with you, but I'm in love with him as well, so do you want to fuck us?', can I?"

"I would think that would be the last thing you'd want to say to her," I said, chuckling.

"I don't know, Daddy," she sighed.

"Why don't you just let sleeping dogs lie and see what happens when they wake up?" I offered with a smile.

She was looking at me with her head tilted slightly to the side, and one eyebrow cocked high on her forehead. "What the hell does that even mean?"

"It means, my dear," I said, approaching her and placing my hands on her cheeks. I kissed her softly before continuing. "You keep doing what you're doing and see where it goes. You're a woman. You know the little cues and signals women give off when interested."

She sighed in resignation. "You're right, of course, Daddy," she said and kissed me back before getting up. "Her year is almost up, you know."

I nodded. "I know," I answered with a crook of my brow. "Meaning?"

"Meaning, she'll finally get that money from her divorce," she explained as she made her way to her office.

"You think she'll stick around?" I asked.

She shrugged as she reached for her door handle. "Hard to say. I still see a bit of the old Brittany in her from time to time. Like today, for instance." She turned to look my way as she was halfway through the door. "I hope she does, though." She was blushing slightly, looking absently at the floor. Then she looked up at me with a warm smile. "Thank you, Daddy. I love you."

"I love you, too, Jules," I said. "And you're welcome."

A month later, Brittany's probation had ended, and she got her settlement. Miraculously, she decided to keep working for us. That was good news for me because not too long after the lunchroom incident, Gladys announced her imminent retirement. I had three months to find a replacement for her to train. Little did she know, I already had someone in mind.

I decided at the time to dig a little deeper into Brittany's employment with us. I wanted to know what kind of worker she was, how she got along with her co-workers, and if she was a good fit to replace Gladys. In the beginning, it was rough for her. She, more often than not, got into arguments with pretty much everyone she came into contact with. She had been written up numerous times, way more than generally allowed before termination. Despite that, though, her work ethic and dependability were surprisingly not much different from most of the staff. She showed up on time, did her job, and went home.

It was at the point that Jules had stepped in and chewed her a new ass that Brittany realized that if she didn't start changing the way she interacted with people, she was going to lose everything she had worked for. Jules began to coach her on how to talk to people. She mentored Brittany on what was appropriate behavior and speech and what wasn't. It wasn't long after that Brittany seemed to do a complete one-eighty. She became a more outgoing person. She could talk to people and treat them with the respect and dignity they deserved.

As her attitude improved, so too did her health. She put on a decent amount of weight so that she didn't look so much like a wraith anymore. Her skin tone went from almost ashen and pockmarked to smooth and silky. If I had thought she was beautiful before when she was skin and bones, she was an absolute goddess when she filled herself out. Whereas before, her red hair seemed dull; now, it shone with a luster that made it seem like she waxed it every day. Terrible analogy, I know, but I'm a guy, and I love washing and waxing my car, so you get the idea.

So, my final task was to talk to her supervisor directly. AKA the lawyer she was secretary to. He had no issues with her at all. I asked about her demeanor and whether she conducted herself with professionalism at all times. I made sure to ask if she had made any sort of sexual advances his way to gain favor. That was a resounding no. I'd skim through the video archives later, but I doubted I'd find anything. This guy was on the up and up.

As I said before, about a month had gone by, and I was walking down the hall toward the lunch room when I couldn't help but overhear Brittany say, "I was on a date with this guy the other day, and he dominated me in the best way." I snorted as I entered the room. I couldn't help it. She looked up at me from the table where she and Jules were sitting. Jules had that 'Oh, shit.' look on her face, while Brittany looked like I'd taken her favorite sandwich. "You think I'm lying, shrimp?" she asked, indignant.

I just shrugged as I sat down with my Gilligan's Island lunchbox. Yes, I tracked one down and bought it just for days like these. I pulled out my chicken salad sandwich and took a bite before answering, still in my Jerry Lewis persona, of course. "I'm sure you think you was dominated, but I doubt you undastand what that really means."

"Oh?" she asked, mocking. "And you do?"

I shrugged again. "I been to Uncle Kaden's house," I said. "He's got a dungeon in his basement."

Jules' eyes went wide as she looked from me to Brittany, gauging her reaction. "Dungeon," Brittany said, disbelieving. "Like medieval torture devices?"

I shook my head. "Like leather straps and weird furniture stuff," I explained. "He calls it his playroom. He's got this one thing made out of wood and in the shape of an X. It's got leather cuffs on each end and..."

"Jason," Jules cut in, seeming to scold me a bit. "I don't think your uncle would take too kindly to you betraying his secrets."

"Oh," I said, pretending I'd said too much. "I-I'm sorry, Miss Rhoades. You're prolly right."

"No, I want to hear more!" Brittany said. She was on the edge of her seat and looking at me eagerly.

I looked at Jules. She just shrugged. "You opened that can of worms," she said. "You're gonna have to figure out how to close it again."

I looked abashed. "I... I really shouldn't," I stammered, looking down at my food, seemingly embarrassed.

"Please?" Brittany asked, smiling shyly and batting her eyelashes at me.

"I... well... the thing is," I stammered.

"I don't think you do know," Brittany said, finally, with a slightly haughty expression. "I think you're making it all up."

"Oh, yeah?" I said, pretending to take the bait. "You wanna see it?"

"JASON!" Jules exclaimed.

"YES!" Brittany exclaimed at the same time.

I grabbed a napkin and took a pen out of my pocket. I scribbled my address on it and handed it to her. "Meet me there Saturday morning," I told her. "He's leaving town on Friday night and won't be back until Sunday late."

"Jason, this is not-" Jules began, but I cut her off.

"It'll be okay, Miss Rhoades," I reassured her. "We'll be in and out. He'll never even know we was there."

Jules just sighed, exasperated. "You have a key?" Brittany asked.

I nodded. "I stayed with him for a couple of weeks when I first came to town. I forgot to get it back to him, and he forgot to ask."

Jules growled under her breath. "Then I'm coming, too, to make sure you don't fuck anything up."

"Oh, I wouldn't-" I started to say, but Jules cut me off.

"Uh, huh," she said, rolling her eyes. "Remember that vase I bought him a few years ago? The one that's a perfect replica of a Ming vase worth hundreds of thousands of dollars?" She had one eyebrow cocked, looking condescendingly down at me.

"Oh," I replied softly, playing along as I shrunk into my shoulders. "Yeah. I-I forgot about that."

"Yeah," Jules said. "So I'll be coming along to make sure you don't 'accidentally' break anything else that he is partial to." She made the air quotes as she said accidentally.

Brittany looked back and forth between us, soaking in the gossip like an old lady at a church function. "Well, don't stop now," she said. "This is just getting good."

I packed my lunch away and got up. "Just make sure you wear some comfortable clothes," I told her, purposefully blushing as if I was highly embarrassed, as I turned and walked away.

"Why?" I heard her ask as I crossed into the hallway and out of sight.

I paused just outside the door and listened in as Brittany tried to interrogate Jules further about what to expect. Jules expertly evaded every question and promptly changed the subject.

Twenty minutes after I had gotten back to my office, Jules came in from her office with a questioning smile on her face. "Okay, Daddy," she said. "What are you planning on doing to her?"

"I honestly hadn't thought that part out yet, love," I told her with a mischievous grin. "But we've got a couple of days to figure something out."

"What's this 'we' stuff you're talking about?" she asked as if she wanted no part of it.

"You don't want to help?" I asked, curious.

She shook her head. "I want to be just as surprised as Brittany," she explained.

I shrugged. "Then I guess you had better wear something comfortable as well," I said, grinning wickedly.

"How comfortable?" she asked, seeming to get excited.

"Uh, something easy to take off," I replied. "Without the expectation that it will be taken off."

She rolled her eyes. "Well, that narrows it down to just about everything of mine in your closet," she said with a mock frown.

"I guess you better come over tonight and pick something out, then," I said, reaching over and smacking her ass playfully.

She was grinning now. "I guess I better," she said seductively. She turned and stuck her ass out towards me again, and I smacked it harder. "Mmmm," she moaned. "I can't wait," she said and walked back to her office.

Saturday morning rolled around, and I was frantically trying to get back home. I had borrowed one of my paralegal's cars, trading them my own for the weekend, and it had blown a tire halfway back to my house. After getting that fixed, I pushed the little scrap pile as hard as possible to get home on time. Guess I know what I'm getting her for a Christmas bonus. A new car, you ask? Nope. A rental while I put this one in the shop for her. Or maybe a decent down payment on a new one. Unfortunately, though, I was going to be late.

Jules called, and Jerry Lewis answered, just in case. Good thing I did because she had me on speaker. "Where are you, Jason?" she asked, sounding put out.

"Yeah, shrimp!" Brittany called. "We've been waiting for almost half an hour!"

"Sorry!" I exclaimed. "I had a flat on my way ova. I'll be there in five minutes."

"I'm surprised you're actually going through with it," Brittany said. "I was sure you'd chicken out."

Pulling into the driveway, I ignored her comment and then hung up the phone. Approaching the two gorgeous women on the veranda, I was huffing, trying to catch my breath. "Isn't that Chelsea's car?" Jules asked.

I nodded. "Had to borrow it as mine broke down," I explained.

"Oh," Brittany said with a conspiratorial wink. "You had to borrow it, huh?"

"Shut up," I said. "We live in the same apartment complex."

"Sure you do, shrimp," she said. "Sure you do."

"Please stop callin' me that," I said, sounding annoyed. "I am sorry I'm late. But hey, we got all day, right?"

"Not really," Jules said. "I have a date tonight." I looked at her with my eyebrows slightly raised.

"So do I," Brittany said, blushing slightly and stealing a glance at Jules.

"Oh," I said, realization setting in. So Jules finally went for it. Well, if my plans came to fruition, the three of us would be on said date tonight... in my playroom. "Okay," I said, unlocking the door. "Welcome to Casa de Cross." I waved my hands with a flourish as I opened the door and ushered them inside.

The foyer of my house isn't that big, but it's big enough for about four people to stand comfortably as they remove necessary items before entering a home. Taking off my shoes and motioning to the others to do the same, I walked into the den. The den was spacious, with a lounge pit in the center and an electric fire pit/tabletop. I'll just get this out of the way now: The overall decor of my house, at that time anyway, was nature-themed with dark mahogany woods and dark carpets. Even the kitchen has a nature theme to it. "Wow," Brittany said. "This is really nice."

"Come on," Jules said. "Wait till you see the kitchen."

"You've been here?" Brittany said, eyes wide as she caught up to her and very subtly intertwined her fingers in Jules'.

Jules smiled back at her. "He is my partner, after all," she explained. "I've been here quite a few times for parties and whatnot."

"Oh," Brittany said. "I guess that makes sense."

I followed behind them as Jules showed Brittany around. Brittany ooh'd and aah'd at almost every turn. Moving upstairs, we arrived at one of the spare bedrooms, and they both stopped in their tracks when they opened the door to see that the bed was in shambles and the room a mess. It didn't look like it had been ransacked, more like someone had slept in it the night before. And maybe more than slept. There was a faint lingering of the smell of sex... okay, it was Riley. She had come over last night unannounced and wanted a romp in the sheets. She and Jess had argued, and she wanted comfort that Jess couldn't provide. She had left early this morning, hence why I was late getting back home.

Brittany turned to look back at me. "Bring Chelsea over for a nightcap, didja?" she asked, grinning.

"What?? No!" I said, sounding a bit too convincing. "I told you, we live in the same apartment complex. That's all."

"Uh-huh," she said but dropped it.

Moving on to my bedroom Brittany was surprised to see that it was a four-poster bed. "How is it that this is the only room in the house with a woman's touch to it?" she asked, thoroughly confused.

"Maybe he has a girlfriend that stays the night every so often," I offered.

"Okay, but wouldn't she want to-" she cut off when she saw the closet. "Okay, that theory is now based in fact. Unless he's a drag queen."

I snorted, laughing. "I don't see that being the case," Jules said, grinning.

"Moving on," I said.

"Wait, what about this door?" Brittany asked.

"Oh, that's his private study," Jules explained. "No one, and I mean no one, goes in there without his permission."

Brittany approached it and tried the handle. Of course, I had it locked at all times. I frowned slightly but changed my visage when she looked at me. "What?" I asked. "I don't have a key. Besides, I don't want to find out what he'll do to me if I did somehow get in there."

She snorted. "What, like he'll hang you upside down by your toenails or something?" she laughed. When I didn't, she abruptly stopped laughing and looked at me incredulously. "He would??"

"I told you he has a dungeon in his basement, and you think he wouldn't?" I said, looking fearful.

"Speaking of which," Jules cut in. "Shall we venture down to see said dungeon? I admit I find myself curious to see what's in store for us down there." She shot me a timid smile before grasping Brittany's hand and turning toward the door.

"Sure," I said, moving in front of them and leading the way. I made my way down to the door at the end of the hall. It opened up into a small landing with a wide, wooden spiral staircase leading down. The wooden steps had grip tape on them for traction since no one would have shoes on while traveling down. At the bottom of the landing, there was another small foyer-like room and a door.

"Why's it so warm down here?" Brittany asked. "Aren't basements supposed to be cold and damp?"

I turned to look at her, blocking the door. She was already fanning herself as a light sheen of sweat started to bead her brow. "This is where whoever he brings down here would strip to their skin before walking through this door," I said, motioning to the door behind me with a thumb. "That's why he keeps it so warm."

Her eyes went wide. "Seriously?" she asked, incredulous.

I just nodded. "Come on," I said, opening the door. "It'll be slightly cooler inside. As you walk through, you'll notice the Saint Andrew's Cross I mentioned the other day. I don't know how he did it, but he had it made from a solid piece of teakwood. It's six feet tall and four feet wide and can accommodate most body types."