When No Doesn't Cut It (10 page)

“I didn’t mean no disrespect, Alpha Mate,” he mumbled.  “I just wanted retribution to help my mother.”

His mother?  What the fuck?  Scott knew he was at a major disadvantage because he knew nothing about Phillip or his family situation.  Thinking quickly he said, “Fine, come and see me tomorrow in the office and we
’ll talk about it.  But one more word of disrespect and you are finished in this pack.  Are we clear?”

“Yes, Alpha Mate,” Phillip groveled
as he backed away.  Scott stayed where he was until Phillip was swallowed up by the crowd, recognizing the instant Damien was at his side.  Only then did he allow himself to take a deep breath as he resisted the urge to lean into his mate.

“Do you know how fucking sexy you are right now?”  Damien growled in his ear as his arm snaked around Scott’s waist, pulling him close.
  Half turning, Scott looked into his mate’s eyes and saw nothing but approval and a huge dose of lust. 

Unable to help himself Scott grinned.  “
Only now?  After I threaten to disembowel somebody?  You are a kinky man. Come on Alpha.  Let’s deal with your subs and then you can tell me all about it.”  Tucking himself into Damien’s side he let himself be led from the club.

Chapter Thirteen

Damien’s office was like the rest of him - big.  A huge desk occupied the back wall and the rest of the carpeted space had chairs dotted around the edges of the room, with others placed strategically to the side of the desk.  The desk itself was covered in papers and Damien grimaced as he looked at the mass of stuff that he would have to deal with in the morning.  But right now he had to deal with the twenty
scantily clad young men, who were all currently kneeling on the carpet, hands behind their backs and heads down.  Twelve temporarily collared subs and eight who were on the waiting list.

As Damien led Scott to his desk and sat down, pulling his mate onto his lap
, he looked at the boys and couldn’t feel a flicker of interest in them.  He recognized that was rather sad.  These boys had been devoted to him.  Forsaking other Masters, they waited only to serve him in accordance with the roster and his demands, if and when he made them.  All of the boys were aged between twenty and twenty four years old.  They were all small in build and height, slim and very, very pretty.  Twinks every one of them.

Damien ran his hands lovingly up Scott’s sides,
stroking and appreciating his mate’s strong build and muscles, loving the feeling of that tight ass nestled against his hard cock.  The clear difference between the boys on the floor and the man in his lap was exactly that - Scott was a man who was quickly proving to be the perfect mate. The boys on the floor were orifices to be filled, nothing more.

“You can all get up and sit on the chairs and look this way.”  Damien’s voice came out harsher than he had intended and he quickly softened his tone.

“As you now know, I have found my true mate and I will no longer be using your services.  I need to know if any of you require me to find a new Master for you, or if perhaps you have ideas of your own about what you want to do now?”

The boys all looked at each other and then one, a dark haired youngster with an elfin face said, “Can we not serve you anyway, Master.  You and your mate as well,
Sir,” he added quickly, as he caught the scowl that flitted across Scott’s face and disappeared in an instant.  Damien was surprised at the request and he looked at Scott, wondering how to reply.  Scott grinned at him and then turned to the sub who had spoken.

“Well, you know you
’re all very pretty and all, but what kind of services were you hoping to provide for us both?  Do you cook, clean, do the laundry?” He asked.

The boy blushed prettily
, but shook his head.  “No Alpha Mate, we’re not service subs.  We provide sexual services only.”

Scott grinned again.  “And were you willing to provide these services to my mate and I together, or separately?”

“What ever you wish, Alpha Mate,” a blond from the other side of the room answered.

Turning to Damien who was contemplating the line of Scott’s neck, Scott asked, “Do none of these men understand the concept of true mates?”

“Apparently not,” Damien rumbled.  Shaking himself out of his lustful haze, Damien turned to the boys and said firmly, “we won’t be requiring any of your services anymore.  True mates are faithful to each other.  In fact, they can’t be anything but faithful to each other sexually and that’s the way it should be.”

“You mean you’ll never have sex with anyone else…ever again
, Sir?” Another boy asked, the shock clearly reflected on his face.

Damien laughed and after a moment, Scott joined in.  “No,” said Scott, “I’m afraid your Alpha is going to be stuck with me from now on.
  It’s a tough job, but it’s what mates do,” he sighed dramatically.

“So,” said Damien, “Do you want me to assign you Masters, or do you want to remain as house subs and find your own?”

“You’re giving us a choice, Master?”  The dark headed boy spoke up again.  Damien nodded, frantically trying to remember the boy’s name.  As he looked over the group he realized that he didn’t know any of the boys at all - their names, or what they liked or anything else. The boys had probably told him over the time they spent together, but Damien had never bothered to retain the information simply because it wasn’t important to him.

Feeling just a little bit ashamed about the whole situation Damien added quickly, “You
’ll always have protection from us, as owners of the club, until you find your own Masters, and you also have the right to refuse anyone that you don’t feel comfortable being with.  That right will be supported by the management and staff of the whole club.  I will send a memo out about it in the morning.”

Sharing another quick look among themselves
, the dark headed boy spoke for them as a group.  “We would prefer to be house subs, if that is alright with you, Sir.  Some of us haven’t played for some time and would appreciate a bit of variety before settling down with another Master.”

“Great,” said Damien, “that’s all settled.  Your collars are temporary
, so you can wear them to signify you are under the club’s protection until you find Masters of your own.  I do want to thank you for your service, and I am happy for you to use me as a reference for any other Master in the club. You are released and you may go.”

“Thank you, Sir,” the boys chorused as they stood up and filed out of the room, some of them clearly in a hurry to see who might be free in the club below.  

Damien waited until the last one had closed the door behind him and then twisted Scott around so that the man was straddling his thighs.  He moaned as Scott rocked forward, brushing his own hard length against Damien’s bulge.  Scott grinned that cheeky grin of his and did it again.  His control snapping, Damien grabbed hold of Scott’s neck and pulled him in, crushing Scott’s lips underneath his own.  Scott opened up eagerly beneath him and Damien thrust his tongue into Scott’s mouth, tongue-fucking him as Scott kept up the pressure on his cock.  Fuck, Damien thought, I’m going to come in my pants in a minute - he was so close.

Tearing his lips away from Scott’s lusc
ious mouth, Damien growled, “I’ve got to fuck you.”

“Here or…” Scott started to say when a knock at the door interrupted them.

“Oh for fucks sake,” Damien growled as Scott giggled. His mate actually giggled. He gripped his arms around Scott as the man tried to move off his lap and yelled out, “come in.”

The door opened and Madison came running in and prostrated himself on the ground in front of the desk, his head on the floor and his bum in the air.
Damien was furious.  This was the second time his personal assistant had stopped him from having his mate in a matter of hours.  It was getting beyond a joke.

“What do you want, Madison?”  He snarled, “And make it quick.”

“Oh Alpha, I am so sorry for disrespecting the Alpha Mate earlier. I didn’t know.  I should have guessed, I know I should, because you never fuck anyone in your apartment.  Not that you and the Alpha Mate were actually fucking.  But I should have known there was something special about the Alpha Mate. I have come to throw myself on your mercy and beg for forgiveness.  Please don’t kill me or banish me.  I will be good.  I will work for the Alpha Mate for nothing as well as you.  I will do anything, but please don’t feed me my intestines.”  The man’s high pitched babble had finally run out of steam although he didn’t move from his position on the floor.

Damien smirked at Scott.  “
It seems word has already gotten around the pack about your temper, my mate.” 

“Seems so,” Scott agreed.
“But what are you going to do about this pathetic little babbler on the floor?”

“It’s really up to you, Alpha Mate,” Damien said as his hand, unseen by Madison
, wandered over Scott’s crotch, his strong fingers outlining the erection Scott couldn’t get to go down.  “He insulted you first and banished you from your pack.  Do you want to disembowel him as an example to the others in the pack, or what do you think?”

Biting back a moan Scott worked hard to focus on Madison
, even as he could feel Damien’s finger nail rubbing the head of his cock through his jeans.

“How good is the little twink at his job?”  He managed to ask.

“Surprisingly good even if he does over schedule my days,” Damien said.  “He does get things done, but he doesn’t like to delegate stuff when I ask him too, so as you can see I get swamped.” 

Damien swept his other hand over the mess on his desk
, while the hand on Scott’s crotch was now fiddling with his mate’s zipper. Scott arched out of the way of the questing fingers as he struggled to think of what to do with Madison.

“Right,” Scott said coming to a decision. “Madison, get up off the floor, you look ridiculous.”  Scott waited until Madison had got himself to his feet and then glared at the man
, who still looked really frightened.

“This is what you are going to do.  Firstly
, you’re going to take care of the mess on Damien’s desk.  If someone else can do the job, then get them to do it.  I want one pile on his desk for signing, one for stuff that he has to deal with personally - and I mean absolutely has to, so it had better be a small pile, and a written summary of what has been done with the rest of the mess.  You will have a similar written summary on your Alpha’s desk every morning by ten am.  Is that clear?”

“Yes, Alpha Mate,” Madison said quietly.

“Have you got your Alpha’s schedule handy?”  Madison handed over his clipboard and Scott looked through it and then asked for a pen.  He put lines through some of the items written down, made notes beside other things, drew some arrows to swap some things around and then wrote a note on the bottom of the next day’s appointment list. Then he handed the pen and the clipboard back to Madison with a raised eyebrow waiting for the smaller man’s response.

Madison scanned his meticulously planned out sheets, a horrified look on his face.

“Alpha Mate, you can’t do that, you just can’t.  Alpha please,” Madison begged Damien, “I can’t…I just can’t…” 

Damien waved his hand
, indicating he wanted the clipboard and took a look at it.  Scanning it quickly, he handed it back to Madison with a brief “Looks good to me,” before he went back to teasing his mate with tingling touches up and down Scott’s spine.

“You can and you will if you want to keep this job,” Scott said firmly.  “Your Alpha doesn’t need to see bar suppliers when he has a bar manager who can do the job just as well.  His security team can review the security tapes from the club and notify the Alpha or me of any concerns.  Pack appointments are important
, but from now on they will be made in the afternoon, as will any other club related appointments that Damien needs to attend.”

“But, but,” Madi
son stuttered. “Alpha is usually in the office by 8 am.  It says here that his first appointment won’t be until 11 am and that is a new one, with Phillip.  What’s he going to be doing until 11 am?”

“Not that it is any of your business,” Scott said, “But he will be with me and so help me
, if you disturb us again unless there is death or fire in the building, I swear to God I will disembowel you without a second thought.  It’s time for you to remember who’s the Alpha here and who’s the PA.  Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?” His voice rising as he spoke.

“Yes Alpha Mate,” Madison said miserably.

“Good,” Scott said as he hopped off Damien’s lap and tugged his mate to his feet.  “Now we are going to our quarters and you have plenty to keep you busy until we see you again at 11 in the morning.  Good evening Madison.”

“Good night Alpha, Alpha Mate,” Madison said as Scott and Damien headed out of the office.

Damien started chuckling as they headed up the stairs to the apartment.  “What is it,” Scott said.  “Did I overstep my boundaries or something?”

“No, not at all,” said Damien
, pulling Scott closer to him as he opened the door to their private space.  “It’s just you did with just one meeting, what I have been trying to get Madison to do for years.  He is forever pestering me with stuff that someone else can handle and I have told him off for it so many times.”

“Ah, but did you threaten to disembowel him,” Scott asked as Damien led him through to his bedroom
.

“No,”
growled Damien, pushing Scott down on his huge custom made bed and following him. “But if he dares disturb me now then I won’t threaten, I’ll do it.”