Chapter 8

Grant woke the next morning to his sister spooned up to him on one side, his mother on the other. His mom was already rubbing her ass against his growing morning wood. “Hey Baby, are you happy to see me this morning?”

Grant kissed his mom and rolled her onto him, slipping deep inside her already dripping honey pot. “I’m always glad to slide into you, mommy-slut, you know that. What has you awake so early this morning?”

Cecilia didn’t smile at him even as he slid his hard cock inside her and started pumping his morning hard-on into her soaking wet slit. “So wet for me, Mommy-Slut.”

She moaned and pushed back against his hard cock as he increased his tempo and the power of his thrusts into her steaming cunt. “Grant, you need to take today off. Get the work on your bike started and decide what you are going to do about the offers you were made yesterday. I’ve called the school already and told them you won’t be in today. I also asked a couple of people to see you about the business side of ClickTalk. One of which is an old friend from school. He works for an investment fund as a risk management and corporate evaluation specialist with Valley Venture Capitalist. You need to go by his office so they can analyze ClickTalk to see what kind of independent evaluation they can give you on what it’s really worth right now. He will also give you a few ideas about its value in the future, if you were to sell or if you were to build it up first. I also asked Betty Long to come by and look at the contracts both your interested parties made and if they are good contracts, and tell you what to expect from a good contract.”

“On top of that, you and Westly need to have a conversation again today. I love you, honey, but you messed up last night. You told all of us that taking care of us is part of the Dominant/submissive relationship. You failed to take proper care of one of your women last night. That you need to fix, and fast.”

Grant frowned. “What do you mean, I messed up? How did I fail one of my women?”

“Tiffany didn’t really want to go back to her father, Grant. She saw you and Fiona making love and realized that she doesn’t have that kind of relationship with her dad. Not like her sister does. You messed up by sending Tara home temporarily and you fixed that by giving both girls back to their father. But Tiffany wants no, that’s not the right word. She needs to belong to you. When you rejected her... ‘‘ his mom held up her hand to his mouth to keep him from speaking. “I know you thought you were doing the right thing, but you rejected her last night, at least to her mind. She’d given herself to you and you rejected her and when you did, it shattered her fragile heart. She loves you just like you love Fiona, only she didn’t realize it until you sent her away. That girl was a sobbing mess when she came downstairs last night, Grant. She knows who she is supposed to belong to. Who her heart and soul already belong to, you. And you sent her away. She was devastated.”

Grant sighed. It was so complicated being the master of a harem. “I’m trying to do the right thing. I keep fucking it up.”

Cecilia kissed her son as she rubbed against his rock-hard erection. “You don’t. You’re still learning and growing. Maybe you need to find out if there is some kind of training for Dominant Alpha men. Because I’m pretty sure that Tiffany is the most submissive girl you have right now. Without your direction and acceptance, she’s lost afraid, and miserable. I had a friend in college who was a true submissive and when she didn’t have a master, she was a mess. That’s how Tiffany is too, baby. So fix it quickly before she makes a mistake and finds a terrible master instead of the good one who rejected her last night.”

Grant nodded, thankful his mother was his and still able to give him motherly advice while submitting to him fully, too. He pulled her closer and kissed her. With little effort, he slid inside her again. Pumping into her so he could fill her eager snatch with more of his seed.

Then they started to really move together and there was no talking as Cecilia gave in to the feelings of pleasure Grant’s cock was bringing her. After a few orgasms and Grant spending himself into her four times, they were both able to get ready for their day.

Grant cleaned up and dressed in casual business attire before heading downstairs for breakfast. He was only slightly surprised to see Westly and the girls. What shocked him was the way Tiffany looked. Was this what his mom had meant when she told him he failed one of his women? Tiffany wasn’t his, though she belonged to Westly. Still, he couldn’t help but feel like he might be missing something somewhere.

“Grant, excuse the interruption. I have an early morning appointment with my tailor. Why don’t you and I go see him about some custom-fit clothes and have a man-to-man talk?”

Grant looked at Westly and nodded. “And your girls?”

“They are heading to the doctor’s today. For now, that’s all you need to know.”

“For now?”

They continued to talk as they climbed into Westly’s Jaguar and headed to the tailor shop.

“You sent Tiffany home to me last night, did you not? Broke your word to me and both my girls. When I asked, you told me they were safe with you. That you would give them a firm hand and teach them how to obey a master. Instead, you used them for one day and sent them home to me. You gave them back as if they had no value.”

Grant shook his head. “No, I sent them home because you and they both wanted them to belong to you?”

Westly looked at the young man sitting across the table from him. “Did they? How do you know? Did you ask them? Did you ask me? No, you just made assumptions based on them telling you they were saving their virginities for me. Did you ask Tara if she wanted me to be her master? Did you ask Tiffany before you threw her out of your house in the middle of the night?”

“No, I didn’t. Because earlier both she and Tara admitted they wanted you to be their first and I saw on your face, that you wanted them.”

Westly shook his head. “What Tara and Tiffany told you was that they had saved their innocence to offer to me. What you had originally offered us was a way for us to explore the love we hadn’t gotten to have between us. Rejecting them and sending them back to me without finding out if they wanted that was wrong, Grant.”

The younger man looked at the older, who was quickly becoming a mentor and friend. “Then what should I have done?”

“You should have done what was right. Talked to them and found out what the two of them wanted. You sent Tiffany home in the middle of the night and told her you didn’t want her. I had to come and get her because she was so crushed by what she saw as her master rejecting her, that she couldn’t even leave your driveway. Tiffany doesn’t want to belong to me. She wants what you offered her. A loving, safe, and compassionate Master who will show her how to be submissive without being a doormat. This evening I’m sending her back to you. However, if I do that, you will take her on permanently. She will be yours and yours alone. You will not abandon her again. You will not give her to anyone else and you will accept your position as her true loving master from tonight on or you will answer to me, her father. Is that understood?”

Grant looked at him. “Just Tiffany, or both of them?”

Westly stared at the younger man. “Unlike you, I asked the girls what they wanted. Tara wants nothing more than to be with me and give me more children. While Tiffany wants you and only you. So, I’m keeping Tara as my little princess-breeding slut. However, I’m sending Tiffany to you because that is truly what my other daughter wants. You, not me. If you honestly don’t want her, tell me now and I’ll keep her and deal with her crushed heart.”

Grant looked at Westly and saw that he was serious. “Can I talk to Tiffany first?”

Westly nodded and finally smiled at the younger man. “Now that is the smartest thing you’ve said this morning.”

The rest of the morning went smoothly with Grant, meeting the tailor that Westly Anderson used and being measured for some custom-made jeans and motorcycle leathers that would allow him the room he needed. The tailor promised he would have six pairs of jeans and two leathers ready by the end of the week. Grant tried to keep a positive outlook since the tailor knew his father and could have been making Grant pants his entire school career. It was just another sign that his father carried about himself and his needs, not anyone else’s. Grant wanted nothing more than to put the narcissistic bastard in his place, and one idea was filling his mind on how to do it. He’d have to seriously think about it and decide sooner rather than later.

Then Westly had taken him by the motorcycle shop to get his bike repaired. Grant had tried once again to refuse to let the older man pay for the repairs but was quickly told he could pay it back after he started to work. The only reason Grant hadn’t fought harder to keep Westly from covering the repair cost was that the man kept talking about how it was in his daughter’s best interest for him to have his wheels working.

The mechanic at the shop had even given Grant a loaner bike to use until his was fixed. So after agreeing to let Westly Anderson pay and Grant pay him back after the sale of his ClickTalk app or from his pay at Anderson Advertising, Grant was on the road heading toward the meeting his mother had arranged for him to have his company evaluated.

He entered the office and was soon sitting in the office of his mother’s old friend. “So you’re Cecilia’s brilliant son, Grant. Your mother asked that my company do a valuation of an app you developed. You realize that most apps aren’t worth much, don’t you? I mean, you are still in high school and have developed one, so have lots of other people. Only about one in every million apps are worth anything.”