Challenge (MxM) (COMPLETED)

Chapter Twenty Three- Service Sub

Chapter Twenty Three-

Noel

My eyes flutter when I start to wake up. The bed feels more comfortable that it did when I fell asleep, but it only takes me a second to realize that it's because there's a warm body pressed against mine and a heavy arm wrapped around me.

I open my eyes and reach a hand up to wipe the sleepiness away before turning my head to look at him. He's so peaceful when he sleeps.

I swear I could stare at him forever. His lips are parted slightly, letting out puffs of air and his hair is strewn over my pillow. He's not wearing anything but his boxers, so his bare skin is against mine. His body is always so warm. He's like a personal heater... a very sexy personal heater.

I sigh and turn completely to face him, leaning in to kiss his forehead. I can't stay mad at him, but I know one thing. I'm not apologizing first, and I'll pretend to be mad until he says 'sorry'.

I grab his shoulder and shake him a few times for him to wake up. When he does, he gives me a charming smile that nearly makes me forget all about my plan, but I manage to choke it down and glare at him. "Why are you in here?"

"Watch the attitude, Noel." He answers, reaching out to pet my hair before leaning in to kiss my cheek. After, he sits up and climbs out of the bed. "I'll make breakfast for us."

"Right. I'm going to take a shower."

"Oh, and just because you're mad, doesn't mean that you get to ignore my rules. I want you naked."

"Sucks that we don't always get what we want then." I respond, walking into the bathroom to close the door and lock it. I reach into the shower to turn it on before grabbing a few towels to set on the counter for when I get out.

I climb into the shower, feeling the warm water pelt my skin. I've always been the type to just stand in the shower and relax, but I am pretty hungry, so I decide to be quick about washing myself. Dax bought me a few things that are scented. I smell like vanilla all the time because if it. He said he got it because the name reminded him of me 'Vanilla bean Noel'.

Once I'm clean, I get out and dry myself before putting lotion on. If I'm going to walk around naked, I might as well look good while I'm at it. After that I shake my hair out and brush my teeth before going downstairs. I can already smell the pancakes and bacon.

I make my way to the kitchen and sit on the chair, while watching Dax finish cooking. We've got bacon, pancakes, and fruits. He's pretty good at cooking, but there's a few things I'm better at. He sucks at making macaroni and cheese. Actually he sucks at making any pasta, so I usually do that.

"You're cute." He mumbles, making a big plate before sitting next to me.

"Oh really? And why do you say that?"

"Because you complain when I tell you to do something, but you always end up giving me what I want." He explains, cutting a piece of the pancake before holding it up to my lips with a smug look.

"You're a dick." I inform him before taking the bite off of the fork and chewing it.

"And you're being passive aggressive because I'm not going to apologize."

"You're so stubborn."

"You're one to talk."

"I'm not the one who started calling you names just because I disagreed with something." I argue.

"I'm not the one who made stupid suggestions to get married at 19 and have kids together just a year later. Marriage is the beginning of a union between the two of us, and you won't even wait a few years before adding a third person into the mix."

"Because the longer we wait, the less likely you are to agree to it! And you shouldn't have called me a child, Dax. I never got the chance to be a child because I've been taking care of kids since before I got into middle school. I'm sorry that I let myself relax enough to be playful and less mature around you, and I'm sorry that I'm not always responsible when it comes to you. We're supposed to be partners, Dax! I should be allowed to be weak and vulnerable around you without feeling bad about it." I huff and turn away from him so that he can't see my eyes water up. I hate crying. "I'm not hungry anymore."

"Noel..."

"Please just stop. I don't want to fight with you anymore." I say, reaching up to wipe my face.

He scoots closer and turns my chair so that I'm facing him before taking my face in his hands and pressing his forehead to mine. "I'm sorry for calling you a child. It's not your fault that I don't want kids, Noel. I love you, and you'd be a great parent, but that's not the case with me. The last thing I want to do is give my father what he wants. I'm just scared and I took it out on you. I'm sorry."

I look into his eyes and give him a little smile. "What are you so scared of?"

"I'm scared that I'll end up just like him. I don't want to be like him, and I really don't want my own kids to hate me, but... I'm already so much like him. I don't know what to do."

I stand up and climb into Dax's lap, wrapping my arms around him so that his face is pressed to my chest and my chin is on his head. "You are nothing like that heartless old man. All you have to do is love your kid no matter what and you already beat him. Don't be scared. Just ask Carson or Cameron or any of them. You'd be a great dad."

"We can talk more about it later on. If it's something you really want then I'll be more open to it." He tells me before wrapping his arms around my waist tightly. "Thank you for not leaving yesterday. Sorry I was being such an ass. My parents bring out the worst in me and I never should've taken that out on you."

"I forgive you. Don't worry about it anymore. Just don't do it again. I swear if you call me a child again I really will smack you." I grumble.

He laughs at my threat and pulls away just enough to peck my lips. "Let's eat more, and then I'll take you to my HQ. If we're really going to do those lunch dates, you'll need to know where to go."

"That means I have to wear that disgusting button up, doesn't it?" I whine, letting Dax feed me more of the pancakes and bacon.

"Yes, it does. Don't worry, baby. You look very cute wearing it." He tells me before gesturing to my cup of water to make sure I drink it.

"I drink at least 5 cups of water a day, Dax. You don't have to remind me."

"You should really drink about a gallon a day, and that's assuming that you eat healthy and don't drink any alcohol or soda."

"Are you my doctor?"

"Fix that attitude or I'll do it for you."

"Sorry, Master." I answer, making sure the sarcasm in my voice is apparent.

Once the plate and my cup is done, he starts to wash the dishes, gesturing to the steps. "Go get dressed."

I nod and get up to go upstairs and to my bedroom where I keep all of the clothes Dax likes me to wear. The first thing I do is put on my day collar. It's more low key than the collar I wear at the club.

Master explained to me why we can't be as obvious about our lifestyle in public.

Bdsm is all about consent. The general public hasn't consented to seeing that. Whether it's Dax punishing me in public or me kneeling in front of him at a restaurant or something, it's not okay because they didn't consent.

That's why the club is such a nice place to be. Everyone can be how they want with their doms and nobody says anything, because the contract all the members signed does say that they consent to viewing a d/s dynamic.

It's not like we'd be able to do it in public even if it was acceptable. Dax is a CEO and people are always trying to make him look bad so that he won't make as much money as he does. I'll be honest and say that I'm not exactly sure what Dax does, but whatever it is, he's great at it.

I put on a pair of black jeans and a blue button up that he bought for me. I don't really like fancy clothes, but I can deal with it if that's what Dax wants. I put my socks and Shoes on before walking toward the bedroom where Dax is getting dressed. He decided on a gray suit with a blue tie that matches what I'm wearing.

I walk up to him and grab his tie to pull him down to kiss me. I move my lips against his for a moment before pulling back. I flip the tie around and smile when I see my initials on the inside. He said that he did that with all of them because he's mine just as much as I'm his, but I didn't think he actually did it.

"Are you ready, Noel?"

"Yes, Master." I answer and he takes my hand to lead me back downstairs.

"Don't call me Master while we're there. Dax is fine or Sir if you want." He informs me, and I nod obediently.

I wonder if the people he works with are as annoying as his father. Maybe they're stuck up too. I've never really been a fan of rich people, but I guess I can't hate them anymore when I'm dating Dax.

We get into his car and he drives me to his office which is in a giant building. Once we get out, there's quite a few people taking pictures and pointing cameras while asking all sorts of things.

"Mr. Whitlock, is it true that you're selling part of your company to your father?"

"Are you planning to take over Whitlock Inc. when your father steps down as CEO?"

"Mr. Whitlock, Is this your boyfriend?"

Dax sighs and pulls me behind him so that he's standing between me and them.

"My company is thriving more than it ever has. I'll go on record to say that I have no need to take over my fathers company, nor do I want to. He can keep it for all I care. As for that last question, I'll let your imaginations run wild." He says quickly before pulling me inside.

They try to follow, but the security guards prevent them from entering the building.

"I had no clue you were so popular." I admit, looking around at all of the people rushing around the building like worker bees trying to please their queen... or king in this case.

"You're also an 18 year old who's never thought about money except as a tool you use to buy things."

"It is."

"Partially. There's a lot of things that can go into it. You could put it in a savings account that could multiply it in a matter of years. You could essentially use money to buy more money through bonds and such, or you can buy stocks."

"That s**t is for rich people, Dax. I don't even have enough money to do all that crap."

"It costs less that you'd expect. Stocks and bonds aren't so that rich people can get more rich. It's so that poor people can get rich with less effort. A stock is essentially just a piece of a company. You buy it for how much it's worth, and as the company makes more money, the value of the stock increases. Then you can sell it for double or triple what you paid."

"And if the company tanks?"

"You lose your money."

"Doesn't sound all that fool proof to me. I'll stick with my cash and debit card."

"You don't have a credit card?"

"Credit is for people who trust the government."

"Credit is for people who want a future." He insists, rolling his eyes and sighing as we get to his office. "You need credit for everything. If you want to buy a house or a car, you need credit. If you want to rent an apartment, you need credit. If you want lower insurance you need credit. Don't you have a car? How did you get it?"

"I saved money and bought it off some guy for 9,000 cash."

"Do you have car insurance?"

"No. I don't even have the registration. The guy probably stole it."

"Noel-"

"Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"That thing you f*****g do when you realize that we're more different than you'd think. That thing where you sigh like I'm annoying you by not thinking the same as you. Don't f*****g do that s**t to me or I'll storm out and have an attitude with you for the whole day." I grumble, crossing my arms with a little pout.

He's done it before. Like when I told him that I'm still friends with Mickey Milkovich who is the one and only reason for my juvenile arrest record. He did it when I admitted that I still drink when I want to even if I'm underage. He did it when I told him I have absolutely no interest in going to college.

"I just wish you'd understand, Noel. That stuff is important."

"Car insurance is just another way for the government to rob you. It costs less to pay for every single repair out of pocket then it does to pay for car insurance every month especially since my insurance would be through the roof because I'm an 18 year old boy with an arrest record. They'll just assume that I'm a bad driver and charge me a ton."

"Well, yes, but-"

"No buts. As for money, I don't really care about a credit score or anything like that because the only reason you'd need it is to get a loan or something and the last f*****g thing I want is to owe something to anyone including the government. Now let's go please. I want to see your office."

"Fine, but I'm getting you a credit card."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Okay. Don't get me one then." I agree with a little smile.

My grin only gets bigger when he realizes what I did. He fights back a laugh while rolling his eyes. "You're special."

"I know." I answer. We walk off of the elevator and down the hall, opening the door to a giant room with a desk in the center and widows from ceiling to floor right behind the desk.

I look around at the room and turn to him with a little pout. "You are so gross rich, Dax Whitlock. Can I be your sugar baby?"

"No, but you can be my boyfriend with whom I share everything, wealth included."

I smile and take him to the chair at his desk, having him sit down. "In that case, I'm glad that I managed to pull someone like you. And by that I mean a hot, rich, s*x god."

"A hot, rich, s*x god with a good personality, I hope." He responds, putting his hands on my hips to pull me into his lap so I'm straddling his waist.

I look off to the side and hun as if I'm thinking hard about it. "Hmm.. I don't know."

"You better be teasing."

"Of course I am, Master. You're an amazing guy. Uh... are there cameras in here?"

Dax laughs softly and nods, leaning in to kiss my lips gently. "Yes, but only I can access the footage for this room."

"In that case, do you wanna make a s*x tape?" I ask, starting to unbutton my shirt.

Dax leans it to kiss my neck sensually while trailing his hands over my waist and hips before moving back to squeeze my ass. "There are people right outside."

"I'll be quiet, Master. Just give it to me." I negotiate, only pulling back when I hear someone clear their throat.

I quickly climb off of Dax and start to straighten my clothes out while looking at who I assume is his assistant. "You have a meeting in 5 minutes Mr. Whitlock. You know Mr. Lancaster doesn't like to wait." She reminds him.

"Right. Thanks, Ana. Could you send in Jessica and Jon real quick?"

Ana nods. "Yes, Mr. Whitlock."

Dax sighs and gives me a little smile before gesturing to the couch. "You can sit there for a little while."

I shrug and flop down on the couch, watching as another girl and a boy walk in. "You wanted to see us, Mr. Whitlock?"

"Yes. I gave both of you a meeting to handle yesterday. Can you tell me how they went? And make it quick." He responds to the girl.

"I'm sorry, Sir, but mine didn't turn out too well. They didn't seem very interested when I let them know that you wouldn't be making an appearance and I don't think they're willing to invest."

It's weird hearing someone call Dax 'Sir' when they're fully clothed.

I wonder what she'd look like in a tiny little outfit. Her boobs are a pretty good size and her body is just thick enough in all the right places. I kinda miss f*****g girls, but I love Dax. If keeping him means no more having s*x with women then I'm sure I can do it.

"Damnit. Well that's great." He says sarcastically though his voice doesn't raise at all and he doesn't look mad. "Maybe next time you should study up to make sure it doesn't happen again."

She nods as Jon starts to talk. "Mine didn't turn out either, Sir. They seemed upset that you couldn't come and said that they wanted to be told beforehand."

Dax sighs but just shakes his head dismissively. "Sometimes they're like that. It's fine. I'll just be sure to mention it next time. You two can go now."

Once they leave, I stare at Dax for a while. I don't think he even realized what he just did.

"You're misogynistic."

"Excuse me?"

"You're a misog-"

"I heard you, Noel. What the hell makes you think that? I don't mistreat women. Hell, most of the people who work for me are women. I'd never-"

"Misogyny isn't always rooted in blatant sexism. It's more lowkey and subconscious than that." I explain.

"Well then how was I being misogynistic. I treat them the same."

"You think that, but it's not true. You value that man over that woman. They both f****d up their meeting, but with the woman you said stuff like 'next time you should study so it doesn't happen again', but with the guy you said 'it's fine.' And then went on to say that you'd change you're own actions so that he doesn't f**k up again. You didn't put as much blame on the man." I point out, and Dax thinks for a moment before sighing.

"You might be right. I'll try to fix it then."

I smile and nod as his door opens again. "Mr. Lancaster is here, Sir."

"Send him in."

Ana leaves again and not a moment later does Andrew walk it, dressed up from head to toe in fancy clothes with Fizzle following behind him like a doting puppy.

"Whitlock." Andrew greets before shooing Fizzle to come sit by me.

"Lancaster."

Andrew sits across from Dax's desk and Fizzle comes to sit by me. "How come you came here? Don't you have stuff to do other than being around Andrew?"

Fizzle shrugs and lets me put my feet in his lap as he responds. "Not really. Master's contract is very strict. It's surely nothing like what you've seen before, but that's just our dynamic."

"Part of the contract says that you have to follow him everywhere?"

"Yep. Unless I ask to go somewhere with friends or something and he agrees. As a service slave, my only job is to please my master. If he wants me to follow him then I'll gladly do it." Fizzle elaborates.

I know he's said that he prefers a Master/slave dynamic, but I thought that was only in s*x. I guess not though. "What's a service slave?"

"They're mostly called service subs, but it's like the role that a sub falls into in a D/S relationship. Like how you and Elliot are brats. Beck is a pet. Fly is a pillow princess. I am a service sub. It just means that I like to fall into a role of servicing and pleasing my Master in any way that I can. A lot of times it includes doing chores or cooking and allowing him access to my body whenever he wants."

"Oh. What about your job and your apartment? You can't be with him when you do that."

"It was all outlined in the contract. Our contract is much more intense than normal dom/sub contracts. Mine covers things like what I'm allowed to wear and eat, where I can sleep, who I can hang out with, what places I can go to. It's a restriction on my entire life which is why it has to be so detailed. It covered Master's expectations of me as well. He provides for me financially, physically, and emotionally, and in return, I get rid of any of my barriers so that I can give myself wholeheartedly to him. So I ended my lease and resigned from my job so that I could live with Andrew and give him more of my time." Fizzle explains more, making me tilt my head.

I'd never be able to do that. I hate handouts. I can hardly stomach the idea of Dax getting me gifts all the time. No matter how much I make comments about him being rich, it's never because I want his money. I wouldn't be able to quit my job and move out just to make my whole life revolve around some guy.

I'm not judging Fizzle though. Everyone has their own reasons for what they enjoy and as long as Andrew isn't doing anything without consent, I see no problem with it.

"Are you happier now? From what Elliot told me, you and Andrew have been playing for years but he's never liked a sub enough to sign a real contract."

"It was a bit scary at first. I've had a lot of doms since I've been doing this for a long time, and I'm sure I have more experience than Andrew does too, but it's still easy to trust him to take the lead. He's never signed a contract with a submissive, and I was worried that he wouldn't know what he wanted, but he's so confident and sure of himself, so it took my nerves away instantly." Fizzle explains.

"Soda pop." Andrew calls out, and Fizzle turns to him and Dax. "Come suck me off. I'm getting bored."

Fizzle blushes as Andrew turns back to Dax and starts talking again.

"Don't you get embarrassed when he tells you to do that stuff?" I ask. I don't usually get embarrassed by Dax, but some things are a bit much.

"Of course I get embarrassed sometimes but I try to be a good slave for Master and embarrassment is a hindrance. Embarrassment comes from arrogance. If I start to think that I don't want people to see me like that then it's because subconsciously, I think I'm above that. That I'm stooping to a lower level by obeying the commands of my master. I try not to be arrogant and the embarrassment fades away after that. A good slave is always humble." He responds.

"Now, Fizzle." Andrew says again.

I think that's the first time I've heard him call Fizzle by his real name.

"Sorry, Master." Fizzle tells him, staring to walk over to Andrew.

"Don't do that, Fiz." Dax says, but Fizzle easily ignores him and kneels in front of his dom, looking up as if to wait for further instructions.

"He's a good slave, Dax. He knows that my commands are more important than yours." Andrew teases, reaching down to pet Fizzle's hair.

"We have more to discuss and I'd rather you not have your slave suck your c**k when my workers could walk in at any moment."

"Aww, are you jealous? When we play together, I'll let you use him however you want so long as I get to torture your little pet."

"You can't be as intense with him, you know? As far as pain tolerance goes, Fizzle is practically superhuman. Noel can't handle that much."

I pout and bite my lip to keep myself from arguing. I hate being told I can't do something, and all I want now is to prove him wrong, but I know I can't handle Andrew the way Fizzle does.

Andrew is incredibly sadistic, and it works for Fiz but I don't like too much pain. It's not about if I'm able to handle it. It's about if I'd enjoy it or not, and I know Dax is right.

"That's no fun. I wanted to make him scream for me. There's nothing quite as satisfying as making a sexy little sub cry and beg you to stop hurting them. I can practically hear it already."

"You're f****d up." Dax tells him, but It's clearly a joke.

Andrew laughs softly and leans back with a little sigh. "And you're so innocent."

Andrew pets Fizzle's hair and sends him to come back towards me. Fizzle actually pouts a bit when he stands and walks to me. I think he actually wanted to suck Andrew off.

"You can come tonight and we can do a scene. I'm not busy and neither is Noel."

"Sure thing. Oh, and I'll send those forms to you once I get home, Mr. Whitlock."

"Pleasure doing business Mr.Lancaster."