Chapter Two

Chapter Two - William

I leaned back in my chair and loosened my tie around my neck. I ran a hand through my hair and released a stressed breath. I was looking at an employee's work that they submitted to me.

It was utter trash and bullshit.

The sad thing was this person was working in one of the top positions in my company and they couldn't do a basic assignment. It pissed me off and disappointed me because I picked my workers carefully and I have high hopes for them.

I page my assistant, "Dillon, can you please have Gavin Hall sent down to my office please."

"Right away, Sir." He replied.

I was the CEO of Mass Expression, an architecture business. We helped make buildings, houses, and other things but we also did custom cars, planes, and jewelry. My father founded this company before I was even born and I took over once I got out of business school.

A knock sounded at my door, "Come in." I said in a no bullshit tone as I sat up and watched as Mr. Hall came in.

"You wanted to see me?" He looked nervous.

"Yes," I said and gestured to the seats in front my desk, "have a seat, please."

He sat down and looked at me, "Umm, maybe I ask why I was called down?"

"It's about the Lavender Project that you're on. I told you to submit the idea and steps you were supposed to take. Also give a detailed report of the financial expenses we would be using."

He opened his mouth but I held my hand up, "Let me finish talking." He nodded and sat up straight in his seat.

"I read the submit plan on the project and the financial report," I leaned forward, "they're trash. The plan you turned in looks like it was sloppily placed together, the idea itself is horrible, and the financial report is badly calculated. I bet you didn't even have the financial team look it over."

I shook my head to signal him to shut up as I finished, "You're the head of Project Management here. Your job is complex projects because you're the best at them. So why in the hell did I see this bullshit today!?" I snapped at him, turning my computer screen around and showing him his work.

He looked pale and he opened his mouth a couple of times before he finally got something out.

"I tried my best, sir." He said and straightened up.

"Trying your best and doing your best is completely different! This project is worth 3.4 million dollars and all you have to say is you tried!?" I glared at him.

"I-I- This project is really hard. I just wanted to get it over with." He admitted looking down.

I shook my head, "You will redo it all with Gideon's help. Gideon will take over the lead of the project. You will follow his every order."

"Yes, sir."

"I expect better from you. I'm also taking away your position as head of project management. Have all your things taken to a regular cubical by the end of the day and tell Gideon he's to take over as head."

He stood up and I could see he wanted to cry. "Yes, sir, " he mumbled and I waved him away with my hand.

Once the door was shut after he left, I completely undid my tie and let out a sign. I leaned back in my chair and ran my fingers through my hair. I was drowning in stress today and couldn't wait until I could release it tonight.

"Sir, Mr. López is here." Zillion paged.

"Let him in." Not even a minute later Nicolás was striding into my office and making himself comfortable on my couch to the side.

"To what do I owe this visit?" I mused as I stood up from my chair and sat down on the edge of my desk to look at him better.

Nicolás laughed and looked at me, "Can't I just miss seeing your beautiful face?"

I grinned, "Not when we have lunch together every Monday and I see you almost every night at the club."

He rolled his eyes, "You know, you American men don't know how to show your love. Need to be more like us Spanish people."

"I think I do fine showing my love. After all, I stayed friends with you."

"Imbécil," He laughed. "I actually came because my ñaña called me and told me she wanted you to show your face next weekend at my mamá annual reunión."

I groaned and tossed my head back, "I thought I would be able to escape this year."

He stood up and patted me on the shoulder, "Not even Von gets out of it and that man's as hard as vibranium."

I chuckled, "Tell Selena I'll be there and bearing gifts."

"The only gift needed is not rejecting mamá food. You'll be loved forever if you make a show of loving the food." He joked.

I laughed at him, "Noted. Now get out of here. I have work to finish."

"Hasta luego tio!" Then he was gone as quick as he came but that was Nicolás for you.

Me and Nicolás became friends when his family came to America. I was his first friend and we were joint at the hip. Then in high school we met Von and In college, Calvin. All of us were a tight group and all went different ways.

Nicolás owned a nightclub with a BDSM club joined to it called BlackNight. He also owned two other clubs that were completely normal. Von was Russian and owns a high end restaurant. He was planning on opening another one. Calvin ran several auto body shops, fixing cars ran in his blood. Then there was me, CEO of my own architect and design company.

We all had different jobs and priorities but we all connected on the fact that we were dominants at BlackNight and in our daily lives.

"Sir, your meeting is starting soon." Dillon told me as he peaked his head inside my office.

I nodded my head, "I'll be there."

Work now, play later.

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The sound of the music grew louder as I entered the club. I made my way through the crowds of dancing people until I reached the back of the club. I nodded at the guard standing by the door and walked right in.

The BlackNight BDSM club was almost like a lounge. There was a detailed bar, a medium dance floor without super loud music, multiple tables and sitting areas, and there was even a V.I.P area.

There was a stage that stood against a wall and could be seen from any place in the club, minus the dance area. By the stage was another door that led to the office of the Master Dom and the play rooms.

There was also something we called the cave. The entrance was located next to the bar and a bodyguard stood there. It was where all the sadists and masochists went to have their own public scenes and hangout.

Then you had the sub room. It was a common area for all the subs to get ready, talk, eat, and bond with each other before coming out. Nicolás stressed the importance of subs having each other's back.

I made my way to my play room and got dressed inside. I slipped on some leather pants and some black boots. I made sure to run light oil on my body to give it a bit of shine before leaving my play room.

I grabbed a drink from the bar and then made my way up to the VIP area. I was greeted by a couple of other men and then my friends.

"Why so late?" Calvin asked as he patted a sub's head that was leaning against his thigh.

"Business doesn't run itself." I spoke as I settled down and sipped my drink.

"That's an understatement." Von muttered as he held a boy's head down on his cock, guiding him.

"I might not be at the club for the next few days because I gotta train a new hire." Von added.

"Someone new? You tend to hire a lot of beauties so I might come check him out." I laughed as I relaxed more.

"I don't want you throwing my staff off their game." Von told me with a hint of a smirk gracing his lips.

"I think you guys need to learn how to relax a bit." Calvin grinned.

"Yeah, relax boys." Nicolás laughed as he joined us with his sub, Quincy. Quincy had been Nicolás sub for 6 months. They've been dating for one year in total though.

I grinned, "Shut up. You two are just too relaxed. You act like children half the time."

"Gotta live life to the fullest!" Calvin shouted, holding up his glass before chugging it.

"I think I'm living just fine." Von grunted, tightening his hand in the subs head.

"You'd be even better if you settled down and found yourself a perfect little pet." Nicolás allowed Quincy to cuddle into his chest as he rubbed his thigh.

"No sub could handle these two longer than a night." Calvin laughed. "William is so strict he'd drive his lover insane and Von here is so sadistic he'd just scare off his lover."

"Fuck you." I laughed. "I just like order."

"I don't see anything wrong with scaring them." Von smirked as pulled the boy's head off his cock and stood up.

"I'm going to play." He walked away, making the boy crawl after him.

"He didn't even stay for the show." Nicolás tsk as he turned Quincy around to see the show that was just now starting.

On the stage were two people and a mental table bed with restraints at all corners. The man guided the sub to the table and had him lie down, snapping the restraints on his wrist and ankles.

The boy was soon blind folded by the dominant and asked his safe words. The sub repeated them back and then the scene started. It was an edging scene with wax play.

By the time the scene was done I was rock hard in my pants. Calvin and Nicolás left in the middle of the scene to go play with their subs for the night.

I didn't have a sub.

"Master William." I looked from the stage and saw Sam standing in front of me, eyes down and hands behind back.

"Yes." I asked as I looked over his body. Sam was very toned and a decent height. I'd played with him several times.

"Will you please let me service you tonight, Master?"

"Kneel." I commanded and he listened to me, taking black on his knees between my legs. I directed him to zip down my pants and pull me free.

"Ahh. That's it baby." I signed and leaned my head back as Sam took me in his warm mouth. I guided him with my head at the pace I wanted.

He moaned around my dick and I let out a grunt from pleasure. The longer he sucked the closer I grew to blowing a load down his throat. It wasn't too long before I actually did.

"Shit!" I hissed as I held his head down on my cock as k shot load after load down his throat.

"Swallow it all." I told him as I let him off my cock. He sat back on his knees and listened. He sat there waiting like a dutiful pet as I tucked myself back in my pants.

"Let's go play."