Chapter 2: He Is Not Really My Type

Chapter 2: He Is Not Really My Type 

Baron

Grayson's father was a control freak who wanted to decide on his son's life, and who compensated for his absence by offering him whatever he wanted. While his mother enjoyed her time off her husband in a way that made him disgusted with women forever. I may never have had the latest video games devices or the best mobile phone when I was a teenager, but I had loving parents who were always there for me. They taught me the right things in life, and to stand up for my goals. 

But even if I never missed anything when I was younger, I knew how month ends could be difficult for my parents sometimes. How tired they could be of always working so much and never fulfilling their dreams to visit other countries because they just couldn't afford it. I planned my life, I worked a lot, I kept my grades excellent and once I graduated high school, I got a grant to study in a very nice university that had a partnership with another famous cooking school. It was hard leaving my parents and friends behind, but I needed to fulfill my dreams. After all, what is a few years away from your loved ones compared to spending the rest of your life doing what you really wanted and most of all in the condition you wished for?

I spent the first year at this school in Benin and the next three years in the city of love where I learned from some of the best chefs in the world. I definitely missed my friends and family, but we always kept in touch. The Internet helped and highly facilitated the exchanges and communication. I really had a great scholarship, so when I came back to my hometown, I used all the money I was able to save and I learned and worked to open my first restaurant in Osun. The beginnings were hard, but my natural skills in cooking quickly led the restaurant to be one of the most recommended places in town. And luck being on my side, I had found a very good cook who immediately picked up on how I wanted the recipes to be prepared. I trained him and after a year, I was able to open a second restaurant. I took time to train the new cook so that I could open another one, it took him more or less time to be able to take over and manage the restaurant on his own. But it worked out well too.

Three years ago, I was thinking of opening a third restaurant. I realized there was something missing in my life, I could still see my parents often enough but there was much else. I never met other friends like Asher, Grayson and Dante. I rarely went out, instead spending all my time working. I almost never dated anybody and worst of all, I was missing my friends. We kept in touch, but I was so busy developing my business that I rarely had time to spend a weekend with them. And it became quite obvious that this was my next decision. Sure, I missed my parents and I knew they would miss me too but being in my early thirties, it was high time for me to enjoy a bit of life and spend time with my friends. I opened a new restaurant in the city centre of Lagos with the help of Grayson who designed it for me. I permanently moved there and he soon joined us, finally reuniting the ground of four that we were.

Asher had been the first to move to Lagos, opening his first nightclub there. Grayson, for personal reasons, moved the headquarter of his company there too and once I had joined them, it didn't take much to convince our osteopath of a friend Dante to open a practice in the city as well.

“Great scene tonight, Baron. How is Jacob and Ezra doing?” Asher asked as I plop onto the couch in his office after I took a bottle of water from the fridge.

“They are fine, they sound asleep right now. Those long straps you got me are great, they left absolutely no marks on their calves and forearms. The system is actually much better than ropes.”

“You tell that to Dante.” He responded with a chuckle.

Our friend Dante is more into sadomasochism, he loves to leave marks on his submissive's body. Not permanent ones of course, but seeing marks remain for a few hours or days after a scene is part of his kink. I often wondered if his perverted mind is not sick but now I know our lifestyle has helped him to control some of his violent urges. He went through hell years ago and he really found his salvation in bdsm but this is another story to tell.

“Yes, I guess.” I mumbled.

“How is your new restaurant doing by the way?” Asher asked.

“It is doing just great. It seems like the concept had a lot of success, the place is fully crowded everyday and already providing nice benefits.” I replied more sternly than I wished to.

Two months ago, I opened a new establishment. The concept is pretty simple and it offers a nice selection of cheese and wine, all imported and as well as some refined cooked products that you can add in a good restaurant to make it deliciously standard. The restaurant is located downtown, it provides a new place to eat to the white-collar who wish to try something else than the usual and disgusting fast-food restaurants.

“What is worrying you so much then?” His questions startled me.

“What do you mean?” 

“Well, I don't mean much more than what is worrying you? The question is pretty clear, don't you think?” He responded sarcastically. Asher, the prince of sarcasm.

“Nothing, I am not worried.”

“Fuck, yes, you are. I know you way too much to ignore that mind is somewhere else.” He argues as he stands up from his chair and joins me on the couch.

“Come on, tell your big bro…” I flipped him a bird.

He is only one month older than me, so big brother my ass and I take a moment to think. People can hardly see when something bothers me, I am so used to keeping a straight face, to hide my feelings, my fears or my worries. But Asher is hard to deceive, and I know he won't leave me alone until I give him something to bite on. Maybe, I could tell him about my other restaurant?

“I am just a bit concerned about that new head of kitchen I hired a few months ago. The last few times I went there, I felt some tension among the employees, as if something was going wrong. A waiter resigned two weeks ago and he wouldn't give me any good reasons to.” 

“Weird, maybe you should spend a bit more time in that restaurant and see what is going on there.” He suggested.

“Yes, that is what I was thinking, but the new bar is taking me a lot of time at the moment and the restaurant has always worked perfectly without much of any attention.” 

“Well, that is not it anyway…” he sighed.

“It is not what?” I aske.

“It can't be the biggest of your worries, that is something you can sort out easily. There must be something else.” He accused me, squinting at me.

I hate when he does that, it always feels like he is piercing through my skull, trying to read my mind.

“You have been acting weird for a few weeks now, Baron. You are here without being really her with us, you zoned out often. It was more than obvious last weekend at Grayson's place when we had the barbecue.” He muttered, making me sign.

“I am thinking of taking a new submissive under contract.” I murmured.

“Is that what you and Grayson were discussing a week ago? But I thought you wanted to wait, to take your time and fúck around with occasional submissives?”

“I know, I am a bit at the moment. The occasional submissives are great to make time pass, but it is not the same as having your own submissive. Even if they are all willing and consenting, I feel like I just use them for sex.”

“Well, this is precisely what we do and what they do too. They also use you to enjoy great pleasure with a sex master.” He responded, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Yes, I know. But, there are days I would like to give it another try with a submissive, you know. A three-month contract or something like that and there are others I really wanted to wait and find the perfect submissive to live with in the same way as Grayson and Logan did. Their relationship is just amazing and I wish I could experience something similar. I explained.

“Seriously, no more threesomes?” He exclaimed.

“Well, one doesn't prevent the other. I smirk at him.

“Yeah, but you do know that it is a bit more difficult to add a third party in this kind of relationship, don't you?” He warns me.

He must be kidding me, a lot of the long-term couples here still invite someone for a scene occasionally. However, it is true I wouldn't be able to indulge in multiple partners sex as often as I do now.

“I know, I just think that if I meet the right guy, he will be enough for me. I have been in a regular relationship before, you know. Threesome are just for fun.” I replied, looking at his doubtful face.

“Most of the time, they are.” 

Asher knows well I have a complicated mind. I like the idea of a steady relationship but I also like the idea of contractual submissives who are willing to act rather on demand. If I could meet both ends, that would be perfect.

“Anyway, it is too late to think about that now, I am exhausted.” I concluded as I stood up from the couch.

“Go get some sleep, I will see you next Thursday.” 

“I can't on Thursday , I am visiting my parents for a few days and will be back on Saturday morning. I will be here in the evening though, I have a training session with Jacob too.”

“Again?” He exclaimed, making me chuckle.

“Propose him a contract, then you can train him as much as you want.” He suggested.

“No, Jacob is nice but he is not really my type. Besides, I think he has plans with Master Daniel for a contract.” 

“Yes, you are probably right. Well, I am sure you will find yourself a good submissive soon. Maybe you should look at new recruits?” 

“I will think about it, thanks. Have a good week, big brother.” I cheer, playfully punching his shoulder.

“Good, give your mother a kiss and a bear hug to your father for me. Tell them I miss them.”

“They miss you too,” I replied.

My parents honestly do miss seeing my friends and Asher in particular.

“Are you sure you don't want to go..”

“Don't even think about it, Baron.” He growled.

“I will see them when they come over here, just

try and convince them to visit Lagos before the winter hits us.” 

“I will try my best, see you next week.