Miguel finished pushing the final one through. He imagined his cock buried deep into that ass versus the toy.
All four plastic balls were strung inside his sub. Hot. He went back to his toolbox and pulled out four transcutaneous electrical nerve stimulation pads, otherwise known as TENS.
Gramercy
Anxious, Lex couldn’t sit in the lobby of GeneLynx, so she stood at the reception desk and filled out the paperwork. Her heart beat in her ear and her stomach was in her throat.
Name: Easton, soon to be Tittoni.
Profession: Fashion designer turned professional worrier.
Relatives: M2, Birdie and…Taddy?
Reason for Visit: Confirmation of sisterhood.
Taddy wasn’t there yet. She’d promised if Lex kept the wedding as scheduled and agreed to meet Vive and make up, she’d be there. She and Vive were booked for dinner the following night. All of the requests were made, so why wasn’t she there?
It was ten past the hour. It wasn’t like her to be late for anything in her life.
She has to come.
She handed the clipboard back to the woman behind the desk. “Umm, my friend isn’t here yet.”
“Miss Brill could mail us her oral swab or hair and nail samples if she likes,” said the woman whose nametag read Danita.
“Hmm.” Something told her Taddy wouldn’t be up for that. “Mind if I wait a few minutes?”
“Sure.”
Danita didn’t look perturbed to be working past closing to get this done. But Lex felt a little guilty anyway. What other choice did she have? She was an Easton, daughter to the late icon who may have fathered her best friend. The last thing she needed was OK! Magazine showing up with a camera because a patient in the lobby tipped them off. They had to do this after hours.
“Take a seat, Miss Easton.”
She selected a chair in the corner near a philodendron.
A brochure on the table in front of her was on DNA testing. She eyed the picture, a man, presumably a father, holding up a toddler a little older than her own son. The copy read, “Discreet and accurate answers await you.”
She knew who her father was. Her life wasn’t uncertain. So, why did she care so much? The DNA test was all on Taddy, not her. Feeling silly to have come, she grabbed her purse to leave.
“Easton,” a voice called out. “I’m here, darling. Now what?”
“Hello, Taddy...”
Dressed in the same Chanel suit she’d had on at her office, her red hair was up in a tight bun. The opaque lenses on her sunglasses prevented Lex from seeing her eyes.
“Sorry I’m late. My Baden Cosmetics account is going to make me jump off the Brooklyn Bridge. I’ve been with their CEO all day. The damn cream isn’t FDA approved, and we’re supposed to do a press launch with Elle, Harper’s, and Allure. Can you believe it? Baden also wants to brand a pet line I’m dumping on Blake.”
“Thank you for coming.”
She pointed her in the direction of Danita who held the paperwork out, all ready for her. Her bestie went on and on about her day, all irrelevant to what was about to take place. She was babbling, a sure sign Taddy was nervous as she filled out forms.
“Will you be taking us back at the same time to take this test thingy?” Taddy asked Danita as she handed over the paperwork.
“We can if you’d like us to, Miss Brill. It’s a very simple test—”
“Yes, please.” She held on to the counter.
Lex reached for her hand; she was shaking.
“Follow me,” Danita said as she brought them past the security check point and into an exam room. “This is Dr. Kenzik. I’ll see you back in the front when you’re through.”
“Hello, ladies.”
“Hi, Doctor.” Lex shook his hand.
“Miss Easton, it’s an honor to meet you.” He smiled eagerly. Bald, short and in his late sixties, he looked her up and down.
“Thank you for taking us so last-minute.”
“My pleasure. I was a huge fan of your father’s.” He started to talk about Eddie’s music and how wonderful it must have been to have had him as a dad.
Lex frowned. Was this really the right time or place to be going through the Rock-n-Roll Hall of Fame? She was used to it, but come on; she was about to find out if her best friend was her sister. “Thank you,” she forced.
“Eddie’s the reason why we’re here,” Taddy snarked.
“Right. Okay, ladies. I’m going to ask you some additional questions for clarification on the paperwork and then explain how the DNA matching works. We’re testing to see if you two are related, correct?”
“Yes, sisters,” she admitted.
“Now, you both note different mothers. You believe to have the same father, right?”
“Yes, Eddie Easton, rock-star, remember?” Taddy rolled her green eyes.
Dr. Kenzik’s mouth hung open over her flippant comment. He glanced at Lex and then tightened his jaw. “We’ll be doing what’s called an X-chromosome test. It’s ninety-nine-point-nine percent accurate. Men, like Mr. Easton, all have one X-chromosome. That chromosome is passed down from father to daughter. You each have two X-chromosomes.”
“Meaning?” Taddy removed her sunglasses. Her eyes were smudged in mascara.
“If you two are sisters, your X-chromosomes will match exactly the same. We can also do a full sibling test to make certain. Are either of your mothers here?”
Taddy laughed. “God, no.”
“I didn’t know—” Lex panicked. Birdie was aware she’d be there, but she didn’t think to have her join them. “I could call mine and ask her to come. She’s watching my son.”
“Is that necessary, doctor?” Taddy asked.
“We like to look at many factors of your DNA as it will help us assess your relationship.” Dr. Kenzik went into the cabinet and pulled out some cotton swabs. “But it’s not necessary. Who would like to get swabbed first?”
Lex raised her hand and opened her mouth. Her eyes wandered over to Taddy, whose forehead was starting to shine. A tiny beat of perspiration dotted her upper lip as she wiped it with her finger.
“I’m not taking your saliva as much as your cheek cells. You’ll feel a slight scrape.” Dr. Kenzik swabbed her, put it in a vial and sealed it with a label.
A minute later, he turned his attention to Taddy. Knuckles white, she hugged her Birkin bag tightly as he took her sample.
“There, we’re all set. Ladies, Danita will call you back in about an hour when we have the results.” Dr. Kenzik left the room.
As if in a hurry, Taddy followed right behind him.
She wasn’t leaving, was she?
“Good night,” Taddy said to Danita as they passed the front desk.
“Taddy!” Lex grabbed her arm. “Aren’t you staying?”
“No. I told you I’d do the test, and I did. But I don’t want to know the answer. I respect that you do. Enjoy your night.” She pushed the door open after Danita unlocked it for her and left.
Lex couldn’t believe it. What was the big deal? Okay, this was a huge deal. But how could Taddy not want to know? She thought she’d had her best friend of twenty-nine years all figured out, but Taddy’s actions had just confused her more than ever.
Electrotica
Miguel peeled the gel sticker tape guard off the first pad. He was careful not to touch the device with his left hand. His right smoothed the conductive adhesive gel over Blake’s skin. He layered the goop in the desired area where the pad would give the most muscle relaxation, and positioned it on the ass. He placed the second pad right about an inch below the other. He duplicated this on his sub’s other ass cheek. Blake was encased in four pads. If that didn’t loosen him up, nothing would.
At the headrest, he kissed Blake’s shoulders and then his nape. His sub rose for more affection.
“I’m going to turn the anal beads’ vibration on first. It’s going to stimulate your sphincter. They aren’t attached to the pads, so you’ll fee
l each one separately.”
“Mmm.”
“Then I’m going to turn the electro pads on.”
“Huh?”
He’d forgotten to show his sub the full gamut of tricks when they started, and realized Blake didn’t have a clue what was stuck to his own ass. Poor sub.
“You’re going to sense a prickle at first, then more prickling. The pads pulsate the muscles. You will open up.”
Middle finger risen high, Blake laughed through the tape. Miguel walked around to face him, to check on him.
His forehead arched up as if to say, Bring it on, Sir.
“Two lashings, noted.” He returned to his sub’s backside. Holding the ring which tipped the balls into Blake’s ass, he flipped the small switch on. His sub’s toes curled as Miguel said, “One down, one more to go.”
He turned on the electrical pads.
Each fiber of Blake’s body was on edge, alert and stimulated. His flesh goosed up; the little blond hairs on his legs and arms stood on end.
“Bueno. You enjoy this, bebé?”
No peep from him. His hands were composed into tight fists in an apparent attempt to contain his arousal. One glance down and he knew his sub was having a pre-orgasm. Toes curled, he was grinding his groin into the board, humping the bench to release.
He walked over to his toolbox and pulled out electric clippers. He put them up to Blake’s face.
Blake’s humping ceased. His sub’s glittery eyes opened in alarm.
“Last time I face-fucked your pretty mouth, you screamed when I pulled on your hair. I don’t want to hurt you again. I only want to give you pleasure. Tonight, I’ll buzz your hair off.”
Head jerking up to attention, the whites of Blake’s eyes enlarged as curls of his blond hair shook, curls which always covered his face and his scar.
“No more temptation to pull your hair again.”
He muttered his resistance through the tape.
“I thought we agreed you were going to trust me. Let me do whatever I want to do. Give yourself up to me completely.”
He closed his eyes as if contemplating everything.
“You wanna continue?”
Blake didn’t reply.
“You trust me?”
A quick nod confirmed Miguel could continue.
Plugging the clippers into an electric outlet on the wall, Miguel clamped on the number three guard. He footed the clipper’s fork under Blake’s neckline and ran the sheers up the lower hairline toward his forehead. Light-hued locks twisted against the blades almost as if fighting to be cut. Some stood straight up while others jimmied under the cutter. His first swipe turned to two, then three, then four. Fresh-cut hair floated to the cement floor.
He stepped back. Blake’s face rose for approval. So hot.
“Let’s go shorter.” Going back to his bag, he grabbed for the number one guard and replaced number three.
Another nod of agreement came from his sub.
He grabbed his sub by the scalp with the only remaining hair, packing it in his fist. Squatting down face-to-face, he pressed his lips over the tape and kissed him. Staring into his fears, he promised, “I won’t shave you. No skin, okay?”
His sub nodded.
Miguel rolled his lips over the taped mouth again. “Good, niño,” he whispered. “You’re learning to submit.”
After repeating the same process with the clippers, he was soon finished. His sub resembled a United States Marine ready for duty.
“There’s my man, hotter with buzzed hair. You’re butched up. Who knows? Maybe you’ll be topping me soon enough.”
Blake put a thumb up in the air to confirm the idea.
“Me bottoming?” He smirked. “Will never happen. I’m a top one hundred percent. About time I showed you.”
He went over to the wall, setting the clippers on the counter. Short and long gleaming chains hung on the left; to the right lay the whips, polished to perfection. He reached for the flogger first. The suede tassels spun out around him as he pulled it over with a tight grip.
Starting off easy, he tickled the leather straps down his backside. Blake’s shoulders were unblemished, as perfect as whole milk. He flipped his wrist down fast and with a quick turn. The black straps snapped across his sub’s backside.
Blake moaned.
“You like?”
“Sss,” he muttered through the tape, his eyes glaring up at him eager for more.
Miguel went harder and faster, flogging his backside...one, two, three strikes.
His sub’s ass flinched as the asshole opened wider. The anal beads and electro pads performed magic.
“It’s time to remove your toys, bebé. My cock’s getting jealous. It wants inside.” He returned the flogger to the wall. Standing over his sub, he flipped the vibration off on both. Removing the pads from his sub’s pink ass, he looped his pointer and middle finger through the loop on the anal beads. With a gentle tug, the first ball came out.
Blake cried as if sorry to release them.
With his right hand, he pulled on the second, third, and fourth. He massaged his sub’s ass with his left palm, sliding his middle and ring finger into the asshole. It was tight, but not as impossible as before.
“Your ass is ready…for my…fist.”
Thrusting his feet, Blake shook his head back and forth.
His refusal angered him. Dammit. “You promised you were gonna be a good lil’ niño. You deserve a spanking.” He returned to the wall, grabbing the paddle.
Crack. The wooden handle went down on his ass. Hard.
Blake flinched. Up to that point, everything radiated pleasure, but this was pain, discipline, respect.
“I’m taking your tape off. I wanna hear you moan.”
Miguel walked around to face Blake and kissed the tape covering his lips. With his right hand, he pulled on the upper left edge of the black sticker. It felt welded to his sub’s face. “Ready?”
His sub’s eyes shut tight.
“Open your eyes, bebé.”
He did as he was told.
“Uno, dos, tres.” He slowly peeled the tape off.
Gramercy
“Taddy, stop.” Lex ran after her out onto the sidewalk. They were on the corner of Irving Place and Fifteenth Street where her mother once worked. Birdie had a recording studio she’d rented for a few years when she was trying to make a comeback album. She hadn’t been to the neighborhood since.
Her friend’s feet came together and abruptly stood still. One of her hands went up in the air as if asking for a minute. She didn’t turn around. “Don’t…”
In silence, she waited. The cabs and buses traveled north. Rush hour was over. The sun was setting. She inhaled the night spring air, not sure what to do. “Please say something.”
Taddy turned around. Tears rolled down her cheeks, her eyes more emerald than usual. “I don’t want to hurt your feelings.”
“Try me.”
“I’m better than this. We both are.”
“True.” She’d heard it all before. “My father is no different than Bob Dylan with his rumored handful of unclaimed kids. Or Daddy’s friend, Steven Tyler.”
“Oh, God!”
“Remember, poor Liv didn’t know Steven Tyler was her father ‘til she was about nine.”
“I’m a lot older than nine. Eddie is dead and my mother wasn’t some Playboy centerfold like Liv’s mother, Bebe Buell.”
Taddy never prided herself on her Austrian roots of nobility, but maybe she didn’t want to be associated with the Easton’s after all. It was all starting to make sense to Lex.
“No, but my mother was. We are not any more or less special than Steven and Liv are and I’m sure this caused the Tyler’s as much pain as we’re feeling right now. If not worse.”
“I’m not in pain, Lex. I’m pissed off. I’m mad.”
“Come on, sit and wait with me inside.”
“I’m too upset. I didn’t think I would be, but I am. I went back to my offic
e today after you showed me that letter. Irma had to know we were related while we were growing up.”
“Countess Irma isn’t a good woman, Taddy. We know that.”
“How could they not tell us? How could they have kept this from us? I don’t want my life to change. I don’t want to be—”
“Sisters.” Lex gasped. “You don’t want this to be true.”
“I didn’t say that. This has nothing to do with you. I hate to say it, but it doesn’t. I don’t know why you’re pushing for this.” She crossed her arms. “My life is pretty good right now. I have Warner, and he loves me. Brill Inc. is doing well, too. I have my friends. I have you. I don’t need to know that Eddie was my father. My father, Jesus Christ. I can’t even imagine.”
“Why is that so horrible?” She loved her dad.
“I grew up with your family. Eddie came to my birthday parties. Eddie stood trial and testified when I was emancipated. But I’m not mad at you or him.”
“Then who are you upset with?”
“Irma. This is her last laugh, isn’t it? Her big fuck you. I thought I’d washed my hands free of my mother’s wrongdoings years ago, but here we are, almost thirty years old and getting a DNA test to see if we’re related. This is going to change our friendship forever. I don’t want that. I’ve already lost so much in my life. I can’t go through something else like this. I just can’t, Lex. Don’t you get it?”
“You could see it that way, sure.” Lex put her arms around her. “But I see it another way.” She turned her friend back toward the clinic and waited for her to take the first step.
Taddy stepped forward. “I’m getting a sister?”
“Yes, you’ll be an aunt to M2 and a sister-in-law to Massimo. You’ll be part of my family like you were always meant to be, as you’ve always been.”
“What if the results come back that we’re not a match?”
She laughed. Who were they kidding? She didn’t think that was possible. “You’ll always be my BFF.”
Arms locked together, they walked back in to GeneLynx and waited for their test results.
East Village
Miguel put his hand over his sub’s mouth to ease the sting, and then he removed it.