Crimson

This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise showed, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this story are the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are over the age of eighteen, unless otherwise specified.

Crimson Pt. 06 The Family is Complete

"Inspection." I called out when Brenda, Jordan, and Peter walked into my office. The women went into motion, hurrying forward and taking off their clothes. Brenda was undressed much faster, as Jordan had a suit she had to remove.

The women stood on either side of my desk, with Peter still standing in front of it. "I don't expect you to do the same." I commented to Peter. "However, when I give an order to the women, especially if others are present, I expect you to stand in place and remain silent. I also expect you to follow any instructions I give you. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir." Peter responded, his eyes brightening with a small smile appearing on his face.

I turned my attention from Peter to the two beautiful, naked women standing next to my desk. "I need to have an open discussion with everyone, so I need you two to get dressed and take a seat."

The women grabbed their clothes and dressed. I had Peter grab a chair from Jordan's desk and wheel it in, so everyone had a place to sit. I then explained to Brenda what I discussed with Jordan and Peter earlier.

"So let me get this straight." She remarked. "Jordan gave herself to you, and now you own her. Do I understand that correctly? And not only that, but Reggie has given me fully to you?"

"That's the gist of it." I replied. "The only thing that you have to do for Reggie is hook his 'big fish,'. And he's limiting that to the men who are into BDSM and inflicting pain with their pleasure."

"Well, that's easy enough, considering." Brenda answered back. "Now, let's get back to Jordan."

She looked over at Jordan, and I couldn't tell if it upset her. Her facial expression remained neutral as she looked back at me.

"Do you love her?" Brenda asked.

Oh boy, this didn't look good. Brenda sounded possessive.

"I don't think so." I answered. "At least not the way I love you. I look at Jordan and feel that she's mine, and I need to protect her, but I can't call it love."

"And Jordan, what about you?" Brenda asked, shifting her attention. "Do you love James?"

"I don't know." Jordan answered. "I feel a strong connection to James, like a piece of me was missing and is now in place. I need to care for him, but like James, I can't exactly call it love. I love Peter, but I no longer belong to him. I can't explain the feeling to you if I don't understand it myself. James is the man who controls my life. I've never felt like that toward anyone before."

"And what about Peter?" Brenda inquired. "You're married to him. Where does that put him if you now belong to James? Peter, how are you ok with any of this?"

Peter spent ten minutes explaining to Brenda about his mother and father, and briefly covering the conversations he's had with me. Afterward, Brenda thought about it for a minute.

"I can't say I understand everything." Brenda admitted. "What I understand is Jordan's connection to James, because I feel the same way. Where it differs is that I know I love him."

She looked at me when she said that. She then turned her attention to Jordan. "It doesn't trouble me as much that you have a connection with James as the fact that you can't say you love him. I've felt a connection to a few people in my life that I never loved. Not one of them would I give my life for. I love James, and I wouldn't hesitate to give up my life to save his."

"That makes me worry that, when faced with the same dilemma, you would not." Brenda added. "If someone came along that offered you a better deal, you may take it and stab James in the back."

Now I knew what Brenda was getting at. She was protecting me, ensuring Jordan was in this for the right reasons. I could respect that, and I admired her for it.

"Brenda, believe me, my devotion to James is unquestioning." Jordan replied. "Something in me lit up when we became intimate. It illuminated a part of me I didn't know existed. Maybe it is love. What I've called love is what I feel for Peter. He's cares for me, he's steady, and he is a good provider. I look at him with admiration and I'm thankful that he's in my life."

"That's not love." Brenda explained. "That's comfort. He provides you with that, giving you someone you can rely on. Love is a deep-down feeling that you can't breathe without someone. It hurts to even consider them not in your life. Love rises to the level of eclipsing everything else."

"When I look at James, I see my world." Brenda continued. "I have a daughter, and she's a big part of my world. However, where I love my daughter, I need James. I would do nothing to hurt him. That's where I need to know you sit, that you feel the same way."

"What you described is what I feel." Jordan replied, a tear forming in her eye. "To me, it makes little sense. I never saw James in that light until today. So for me, it's difficult to admit that I could feel that way. Sitting here talking about it, I'm questioning my mental stability. How can a grown woman fall that hard for someone that fast from one time having sex?"

"It happens, Jordan." Brenda responded. "I've spent years being intimate with hundreds of men and women. I've also spent those years talking to them. It's not just sex I provided them, but also emotional support. Countless times I've held men in my arms that were crying over a lost love. They came to me to get past them, but that rarely works."

"I've heard stories from them about how quickly they fell in love." Brenda added. "For some it was at first sight, for others the first time they were intimate. Sex is powerful, releasing hormones and putting you in close contact. You feel and smell them; all of your senses are engaged and focused. There is no other activity that does anything close to that. I can absolutely believe that you discovered how you felt about James from being intimate with him."

"Then I have to admit to myself that I love James." Jordan answered. "I've had sex hundreds if not thousands of times since Crimson took me. I have never felt a connection to anyone during that time. Even sex with Peter didn't elicit the response. I'm sorry, Peter, but that's the truth. So, I guess I love James."

"James, what about you?" Brenda asked. "I'll ask you again. After hearing what we just talked about, do you love Jordan?"

I thought about it, trying to find the right words.

"When I look at you, Brenda, I see someone that saved me." I answered. "I see the woman that's my harbor, my oasis. When I think about you not in my life, I feel sick. I was alone for years after my wife died, never believing I would ever be happy again. You ended that drought, breathing life back into me. When I look at you, I feel safe and cared for. For me, that's love."

"Listening to you two talk, I need to be honest with myself." I replied. "I feel the same about Jordan as I do about you. I didn't want to admit it, like it would diminish what I felt for you if I did. I still don't know how I can feel the same love for two women. I've always believed that marriage was one woman and one man. How can someone love two people the same way, with the same intensity? I do, but even admitting it, I don't believe it."

"There is no limit to love." Brenda answered. "Love for one person doesn't diminish love for another. This isn't a zero-sum game. You can love both of us, expanding that love over time, and it would not diminish the love for the other. If you're looking for my permission to feel the way you do, you have it. I can't, nor do I ever want, to change who you are. I love the man you are, and if you want both of us, then I'm ok with it."

"Now that we know how we feel, how does this work?" Brenda added. "I mean, you now have two women and a man that's married to one of them. What does that look like?"

That was a good question. Since I talked with Jordan earlier about how we felt, I thought about it. I still didn't have an answer, but I had to come up with something.

"Well, first thing is, we won't all fit into my apartment." I remarked.

Brenda agreed and explained in unflattering detail my apartment to Jordan and Peter. They agreed. Jordan brought up the idea of us living in their house, but I didn't think that would be a great idea long-term. No matter how much time we spent there, they would always see it as their's. What we needed was a new place. We all agreed. Until we found a new house, we would stay temporarily in Peter and Jordan's.

The rest of the day was setting up Brenda with her own space at the casino. I had her take the suite across the hall from the one Peter was using. I talked with maintenance and had them set up Brenda's office, similar to Peter's. It would take two weeks to get everything arranged. Until then, she would work out of Jordan's office, and we pulled a small desk and computer in to get her started. She received her credentials from security, and was all set by the end of the day.

Brenda and I grabbed our clothes and things from the apartment and met Jordan and Peter at their house two hours later, after a few stops along the way. They lived closer to the casino, so the drive in would be shorter. Their home was a three-bedroom ranch-style house. It was nice, but nothing that stood out. The neighborhood was solid middle class, with clean streets and plenty of trees. We unloaded everything into the living room when Jordan approached us.

"I had Peter move his things into a spare bedroom." She informed us. "I assumed you wanted to move into the main bedroom. With a king-sized bed, it should be big enough for the three of us."

"Thanks Jordan." I replied. "That's exactly what I wanted. Where is Peter's bedroom?"

"It's right next to ours." She answered. "It shares a wall with us."

"Excellent." I remarked. "I want him to hear when we're having sex. That should remind him of his place in our family."

Jordan smiled. Brenda looked on, not quite understanding the depth of Peter's need to feel emasculated. We put our clothes and personal items away, then I asked everyone to meet in the living room. When we were all together, I took out a few of the things I picked up on our way here.

"Peter, these are for you." I said, handing him three boxes. "These are your new chastity devices. The difference is, these have a lock. The ones you have are toys, but these are the real thing. You will wear one all the time, only taking it off with permission from me. There will only be one cock in this house, and that will be mine."

"Each one has three keys. I will keep one locked in the house, and the women will keep the other two on either a bracelet or necklace. I will have one woman take it off and wash you once a day, then put it back on. In the morning, you will wait until one of them comes to wash you. You will also answer to the women, and they can instruct you if they desire. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir." He answered, looking happy. I knew this was what he wanted all along. He was back at home as a child. The women represented his mother, and he would have to watch them serve and have sex with me. I would be his father, disciplining him, and giving him someone he could attempt to earn favor from. He was even back in a room of his own, listening to his parents having sex.

I had to be careful. I wanted Peter to feel like one of the family, so I couldn't alienate him. I sent Peter to his room so I could talk with the women and explained to them what I was after. I wanted Peter to answer to and respect the women, but I didn't want them to be overly hard on him. The disciplinarian in the family would be me, giving Peter someone to focus on. The women could correct him if they caught him doing something wrong, but it was always with the threat to tell me later. That's when his proper punishment would come. Otherwise, I wanted the women to care for and look out for him. To act like mothers.

They would clean him up in the shower and dry him off, just like a child. I explained I would only allow Peter a sexual release when he pleased me by doing well at work or at home. I wanted him to focus on getting my approval by working hard. And I told the women his sexual release was to be from jerking him off only, and they would need my permission to do so.

We ordered food and had it delivered an hour later. After calling Peter out when the food arrived, we all sat down and ate as a family for the first time. I wanted to keep mealtimes normal, a chance for everyone to speak freely. It was important that everyone had a voice. I didn't want any hurt feelings festering and turning into something worse.

We had Peter clean up while I took the women to the living room. For the next two hours, I ran them through their positions and reminded them they still needed to be obedient. While I did, Peter put on his chastity device and brought me the keys. I attached them to two gold necklaces I bought and gave one to each of the women. I put the other in the lock box I use for my service revolver. It had a six-digit lock and a fingerprint scanner on it, so I was pretty sure Peter couldn't get into it.

I sent Peter to his room while I continued to work the women through their positions, turning on the TV and watching a show while I did. At the end, they were both worn out, but I wasn't finished. I told both of them to come over and suck my cock. I didn't give them any specific instructions because I wanted to see how they would handle it.

They both dropped to their knees in front of me and looked at each other. Brenda reached forward first and undid my pants, pulling them down and off my legs. When she had them and my boxers off, the women moved forward between my legs. Brenda continued to take the lead, grabbing my cock and holding it toward Jordan. Seeing that, Jordan lowered her head and wrapped her mouth around my dick and started sucking. She put her hand around it after Brenda let it go, slowly stroking it. Brenda went lower and licked my balls, massaging underneath.

After they did that for a few minutes, they switched off. Jordan began licking my shaft up and down while Brenda put my cock in her mouth, sucking and tonging the tip. For the next ten minutes, they continued switching off every few minutes. It felt great, but I wasn't getting anywhere. I grabbed Brenda's hair and drove my cock deep into her mouth. She responded by putting her hands behind her and pumping her head up and down in a steady motion. I guided her, setting her up with the perfect speed.

I reached down and grabbed Jordan's hair. She responded by pulling her head up level with mine and kissing me. While Brenda was sucking my cock, Jordan and I made out. Our tongues danced back and forth between each other's mouths. The sensation I felt between the two women was more than I could control, and I released. Brenda pushed in on my cock, pressing her lips tight and sucked in hard. I told her not to swallow until I gave her permission.

I pushed Jordan back down to a kneeling position and waited until I finished. Once I did, I grabbed the back of the women's heads and pushed their faces up to each other. They each understood what I wanted. With no further instruction, Jordan and Brenda opened their mouths and kissed. Brenda pushed some of my cum into Jordan's mouth and pulled back.

I told them I wanted to see it. They both looked up at me and opened their mouths wide, pushing their tongues forward. In each of their mouths, I saw the thick white fluid sitting on their tongues. I smiled and told them they could swallow now. I instructed them that is how I wanted them to share from now on. The next thing they did surprised me.

I wasn't thinking about Crimson's requirement for the women to keep my cock in their mouths afterward. Without saying a word to each other, they both pushed in on the head of my cock, opened their mouths wide, and kissed each other with my cock in the middle. It had the effect of both of their mouths around the tip and connected with each other. They assumed the kneeling position, their arms behind their backs and legs spread. The only difference was, they were facing each other.

I looked down, amazed at this new erotic position. I sat there and just admired them, forgetting about the television. Fifteen minutes passed until my cock came back to life. Jordan was the first to push it into her mouth and begin sucking. It was Brenda's turn to rise and kiss me. We went for another ten minutes before Jordan took my cum and shared it with Brenda. After showing me, they swallowed and put took the same position; holding their lips together with my cock in between.

That was all I had. I told them to stand up and get ready for bed. They both practically skipped out of the living room and disappeared down the hall. After a few minutes, I walked back to the bedroom, where I found Brenda and Jordan in the bathroom cleaning up for bed. I joined them, and after we finished, we all laid down. I was in the middle of the bed flanked by the two women, and before long, we were all asleep.

The next week we spent getting organized at the casino and looking for a house. Jordan pulled together most of the files for the other chapters and organized them. Brenda spent her time putting her office together, pulling together Reggie's investments, and helping Jordan. Peter started interviewing the women in our chapter, starting with the ones in training and at the casino.

I knew it wouldn't be long before Reggie set Brenda up for a potential member. He called and gave me the details. It was for a weekend, from Friday evening until Sunday evening. The man was paying an extra $100 thousand to Brenda for the two days, and already paid his $10 million buy in. He was a newcomer to town, opening up a new business that promised to bring in hundreds of new jobs. I did a background check, and it all looked clean.

On that Friday night, I received a request for both Peter and Jordan from a member who liked to cuckold the husbands and humiliate them. Reggie sent the request my way because Peter was safer than using a husband that didn't enjoy it. I checked him out, and he was also appeared clean.

It's not that I enjoyed giving Jordan and Brenda to members to use, but Crimson gave me little choice. I could always veto it if I found it unsafe for them, but knew that I couldn't veto forever, so I let them go. All of them received their instructions from me. The biggest was that I wanted them to call immediately if things went south.

First, I drove Peter and Jordan to their appointment. The man that answered the door was shorter, standing around 5'8 inches, thin, with little tone or muscle. He had a beautiful house that must cost a fortune. He definitely had money. The man stood just 5'8 and had little muscle or tone. There was little surprise he enjoyed humiliating other men; he had an inferiority complex. Hey, who was I to judge?

He showed us into his house, and I sat in his living room with him. Jordan and Peter stood next to each other, Jordan in the waiting position, with her clothes on while we talked.

"Just so we're clear." I began. "There will be no damage to either of them. What I'm talking about is anything that causes a permanent mark, or anything that draws blood. You may punish by spanking, positions, or corner isolation. I am leaving them here for five hours and will be back at midnight to pick them up. I expect them ready when I show. Do you have questions?"

"No, I don't." He answered, sounding a little condescending, like I insulted him by setting rules. Well, he was probably trying to show me I did not intimidate him, but I knew better.