1 Biggest Piece

*Authors note* This is R-18, This story has explicit sexual content, adult situations, explicit language and is not recommended for readers under the age of 18. This is book 2 of the If These Walls Could Talk and if you have not read the first, I highly recommend you do before reading this one.

Thank you!

I watch as my best friend proposes to one of the most beautiful woman I know.

The lucky bastard.

When Lirael says yes, we all cheer for them. I'm happy for them. They are perfect for each other and know that they will continue being great together. Even though a small part of me is jealous. I've wanted Lirael for a long time, but I can still wish them a very long and happy life together.

Beth, Lance's mother, wipes a tear from her eye watching the whole thing. I stick my arm around her and pat her back.

"You okay, mom?" I ask her.

She wipes another tear, nodding, "I'm just happy that he's found someone. It's great to know he'll be loved by a good woman when I'm gone." She gives me a strained smile and leans into my shoulder.

I chuckle, "Yeah, one that is not afraid to put him in his place either."

This makes her chuckle too.

"Thank you Brian." She sighs, "So when are you going to meet someone?"

Shaking my head, I scoff, "I don't know, mom. If I can find someone who makes me feel the same way Lirael does, I'll let you know."

The second I say it, I realize my slip of the tongue, but she doesn't seem to notice.

She pats my leg, "Don't worry. You'll find some one."

The party quiets down as Jim and Faith, Lance's uncle and aunt, take Beth home. The rest of his family leave shortly after that too, leaving me and a few other of our circle of friends there.

"You know Brian, you're going to make it obvious if you keep staring at them like that." Big Daddy, our big ebony friend who could make a marine quake in his boots, rumbles quietly next to me.

"Don't know what you're talking about, Big. I'm just happy, watching their happiness." I shrug, turning away from the newly engaged couple. I point to his wrist. "I like your bracelet. When did that happen?"

Big daddy shrugs, "Last week, it's more of a trial thing than anything. He doesn't want to introduce me to his family, yet, because of how they are. But, I do admit, I am fond of the man." He gives a light smile, his eyes finding the good doctor, Aman, who's talking to the happy couple.

"I'm happy for you, Big. I'm going to take off though. I have some patients notes I need to look over before Monday. I'm going to get out of here." I tap his arm and nod in farewell, then head to Lance and Lirael.

"Hey you two, I'm getting out of here. I have some work I need to look over. Congratulations." I smile giving Lance a one armed hug and smack on the back, before giving Lirael a firm hug.

"Thank you, Brian." Lirael replies warmly, "We wanted to talk to you about another one night contract though before you go." She informs me. "But it can wait until another day. We still have to discuss a few things."

I nod, surprised in response, "Okay, well let me know and we can see what happens." I chuckle before walking away, "Later you two."

I get home to my apartment, sighing before picking up the stacks of files and going to my computer. I'm up for several hours, trying to think of the best way to handle my patients. Sometimes being a psychiatrist who actually wanted to help change my clients mindset so they get better, instead of offering pills, was exhausting.

I specialized in physical , emotional and sexual trauma counseling, but I took on other types of patients too, who suffered from depression and other mental illnesses. Some of my clients thought a pill could solve all their problems, and that's what they wanted. A pill to feel normal, instead of working through their emotions to try and evolve to heal.

I was so proud of Lirael when I suggested to her, seven years ago, to try BDSM to help her heal from her sexual trauma, she said she would give it a shot. Therapeutic play had been known to help someone process and deal with their traumas and I thought she would do great. Since she was my patient, we agreed to find someone for her to try it with. I suggested Lance, knowing he'd be gentle and would be the most observant of the possible selection she would have.

She fell apart as the submissive, but Lance talked her through her moment and suggested she try being the dominant. After talking her through each way to go about handling a submissive, she excelled. Her being in control helped her confidence, her fear, and by the end of the night she had left Lance forever pining for her, and me lusting for her.

Just thinking about the memory has me stroking my cock. Remembering the last fun night we had, had me filling my hand and feeling empty. I cleaned up and went to bed, trying not to keep thinking of my best friends girl like that again.

Walking into the club that Lance runs for people who practice BDSM and kinks, I acknowledge the crowd that one would expect on a Friday night. We had a few new members, new faces, but nothing that caught my eye.

Strolling to the bar, I give Dass a wink, "Evening Dass, I'll take my normal. How are you tonight?"

Dass, the submissive, lesbian bartender, smiles warmly at me and makes my drink, "I'm doing alright. I think someone is going to actually use the stripper pole later tonight. I've yet to have seen it used for that yet." She smiles, excited, handing me my drink.

We chat for a few before I ask if Lance and Lirael have shown up yet.

"Oh yeah, they're in their room. Go ahead." She waves to the hall that leads to the rooms.

Thanking her, I head on back, knocking on their private playroom door. It's opened and Lance lets me in, saying hello. He has me sit down and I glance around looking for Lirael.

"She'll be out in a minute, she is talking to this girl she met a few days ago on the phone." Lance chuckles.

Just then Lirael comes walking out of the bathroom, still talking on the phone. "Okay, yeah no problem. I get it. I'll talk to you later. Sarina. Bye."

"Well, shucks. Sarina can't make it. She had an issue with schedules." Lirael says, with a pout of her bottom lip. She turns to me, "Hey Brian, how was your week?"

"Great." I respond, not adding the thought that goes through my mind next.

Other than the fact I've been jerking off to you every night.

"How was yours?" I ask in return, looking at them both curiously.

"Can't complain." Lance shrugs and Lirael's eyes brighten.

"I met this woman, her name is Sarina. She seems pretty cool. She was supposed to come tonight and visit the club. She's into kink but only knows a little bit and was hoping to join for a learning experience if anything. But she had some scheduling issues that kept her from coming. We met at the hospital and enjoyed how our conversation flowed so naturally." Lirael starts gushing.

Lance adds in, "Yep. Since you've been busy with work instead of working out with me, they have had dinner three times this week, and have made me feel like a third wheel." Lance chuckles and Lirael gives him a raised brow.

"We'll add another five, I think." Lirael states haughtily.

Lance nods, suppressing his laughter.

Lirael huffs, "He's being a brat today." She rolls her eyes, but there's still a smile on her face.

"I can see that." I smirk, nodding in agreement. "So what were you wanting to discuss about a one night contract?" I lean back, nonchalantly, waiting to hear what this was about.

Lance leans forward, "Lirael here has a praise kink," he starts.

We both say muttered under our breath, "surprise, surprise." before chuckling at the pout that Lirael gives us both.

"Am I really that bad?" She asks, mouth open in annoyed thought with her hands on her hips.

"It's not that it's a bad thing," Lance starts, taking one of her hands in his. "It's just obvious with how much you enjoy worship and being complimented. Anyways," he draws out to move on, "we wanted to do some role playing. Lirael wants to be …" Lance trails off, motioning towards her to continue.

"I want to role play as a goddess, and be praised and worshiped by my two most devoted followers, before showing them how benevolent I am." She wiggles in her seat, "No anal this time though. That's for everyone involved too." She adds, sliding a paper across the table at me.

"For tonight?" I ask, reading over the contract. I give Lance a quick glance to see if I can read his thoughts on the matter, but he's just all nonchalant and smiles about it.

"Yep, for tonight." She takes Lances hand and holds it with an expectant look on her face. "So shall I go get dressed and ready?" She asks, on the edge of her seat, ready to go prepare.

Fuck me. I can't disappoint her.

I sign the contract, hating the ink that flows out, because its proof that I am willing to do anything for a few moments with her.

I'm the biggest piece of shit, ever.