Dinner with Alex's family

At 5:30, Carson walked down the stairs through the estate’s foyer and into the living room, where Kennedy and the others were waiting. “Well?” he held his hands up slightly and slowly turned in place. In half an hour, Alex would pick him up for dinner with her family. He had dressed himself in a white button-down shirt, black slacks, a black leather belt, and black loafers. As he spun, Monica’s laughter filled the air. “That bad, huh?”

“No, Master,” Monica replied, still laughing slightly. “You look great.”

“Why don’t I believe you?” Carson asked in a flat, almost dejected tone.

“Relax, Master,” Kennedy said as she stood and made her way to him. “Monica’s right. You look great. Besides, I don’t know why you’re so nervous. You and Miss Alex get along great, and you already know both of her parents very well.”

“True,” Carson admitted before shifting his gaze to Josslyn and then Ellie. “But I am meeting her big sister for the first time, and Kennedy, what would you say if Josslyn or Ellie brought a guy home to dinner for the first time and you didn’t like them?”

“Oh, I’d tell them for sure.”

“And I’m guessing both of you would take your big sister’s words pretty seriously?” he asked the other twin and Ellie.

“Yeah,” Josslyn replied.

“Definitely,” Ellie agreed, nodding her head. “Don’t worry, though, I’m sure Dominique will like you.”

“If you say so,” Carson said as he nervously ran his hand through his hair.

“Master, relax,” Ellie said as she stood and moved to join Kennedy in front of him. “It will be fine,” she said before softly kissing his cheek.

Half an hour later, Alex eased her Corvette to a stop near Carson’s garage. She looked toward the front door as she reached to shut the car off, but before she could, Carson emerged from the house and quickly walked to the car. He opened the passenger door and slid into the black leather seat. As he closed the door, he looked over at Alex. She had styled her long, dark brown hair into a ponytail. She was dressed in a short, tight-fitting red dress and black stiletto heels.

“You look nice,” he said before kissing her cheek.

“Thanks, so do you,” she said as she put the car in reverse. She turned the car around and drove back down the long driveway.

Twenty minutes passed as Alex eased the car through the winding roads of the Hollywood Hills. In a few minutes, they would arrive at her parents' home. Other than the radio playing quietly, it had been a silent drive, and not the comfortable kind that the two usually shared. She glanced over as they hit a long straight section of road with a fairly steep incline, and noted the way he tapped the fingers of his right hand against the door near the window. She allowed herself a small smile before turning her eyes back to the road.

“You’re nervous,” she said in an amused tone. “I know it’s not my driving. Relax, would you, Dominique and Cynthia are going to love you.”

“The girls said something similar to me not long before you got to the house.”

“Well, your girls are pretty smart. Maybe you should listen to them.”

“Yeah, well, living with two twins and their little sister and seeing how they respect Kennedy and her opinion. Let’s just say I have an entirely new respect for the relationship between sisters.”

“As you should. What are the girls up to tonight anyway?”

“Ellie’s got a shift at the strip club; she has really come into her own. As for the others, I’m not sure.”

A few minutes later, Alex pulled into a paved driveway lined with perfectly kept hedges. Ahead of them was James and Kelly Worthington's mansion. It was large and built from stones. There were several large windows, and as they made their way up the drive, Carson could see a large garage and a large sitting area with expensive-looking outdoor furniture in it, surrounded by a multitude of wild flowers. The driveway widened out further as they neared the garage. Alex angled her car to the right and eased it to a stop, the front bumper less than an inch from the hedges.

"Come on, I imagine everyone's already inside." Carson raised an eyebrow at Alex's tone. It was uncharacteristically nervous, and her hand shook just enough for him to notice as she reached for the ignition button.

"Wouldn't want to keep your sister waiting," he said with an amused laugh.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she asked in an accusatory tone. Carson laughed again and held his left hand up with the tips of his thumb and index finger pinched closely together. Alex pursed her lips, let out a heavy breath through her nose, and playfully slapped his left arm.

Carson laughed as he walked beside Alex as they walked to the front door. Alex opened it, and they stepped into a large foyer decorated with several paintings. Ahead and to the left was a curving staircase that led up to a section of the second-floor hallway that overlooked the foyer like a balcony.

“Hello, we’re here!” Alex called out.

“In here,” James Worthington replied, his voice coming from beyond the large open archway to their right. The pair turned, made their way across the foyer, and into the next room. The wall ahead of them was entirely composed of floor-to-ceiling windows. The large dark shades had been lowered halfway down, allowing in plenty of light, but keeping the heat in the room at a tolerable level. The other three walls were made of wood paneling that was darkly colored and had highly detailed patterns carved into them at the center. The floor was covered in plush dark blue carpet. At the center of the room, two identical black leather couches oriented so that they faced one another, just beyond them was a love seat that looked similar to the two couches. They were arranged so that the three pieces of furniture formed a U shape around a large square-shaped coffee table made of black metal and glass.

“Carson, wonderful to see you again,” Kelly Worthington said with a smile. She and James sat on one of the two couches. The other was occupied by two women.

“Kelly, James, always a pleasure,” Carson said in a warm and friendly tone as he and Alex made their way to the love seat. As they did, his eyes moved from Alex’s parents to the two other women.

Both were beautiful with lean builds. One had long brown hair with green eyes. She wore a tight-fitting light blue dress with silver-colored heels. Around her neck was a thin black leather band with a small pink heart-shaped charm. The other had shoulder-length black hair and dark blue eyes. She was dressed in a dark purple dress that came down to her mid-thigh with black heels. The brunette stood as they neared and hugged Alex.

“Good to see you, Alex.”

“You too, Dominique,” Alex replied as the two pulled apart. “Carson, this is my big sister, Dominique.”

“Carson Henning. Nice to meet you, Dominique.” Carson extended his hand. Dominique smiled and extended her hand.

“Dominique Worthington-Mitchell. It’s nice to meet you, too,” Dominique said in a warm greeting before turning her head slightly to look at Alex again. “Even nicer to see you finally brought someone home,” she said before teasingly sticking out her tongue at Alex.

“Nice, Dominique.”

“Carson, this is my wife and,” she paused before looking over to her parents, who gave her a nod. Dominique turned back to Carson, “and mistress, Cynthia.”

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Carson laughed. “As nervous as Alex was about us meeting, I figured if you were in the BDSM life, you’d be the dominant.”

“Sorry if you're disappointed. “

“Not at all,” Carson said before turning to Cynthia, who had now stood up from the couch.

“Hi, Carson. I’m Cynthia Worthington-Mitchell.”

"Cynthia, nice to meet you," Carson said as they shook hands.

"How long have you been seeing, Alex, now?"

"A couple of months." Alex moved past him and sat on the loveseat.

"I know my sister, she's not the submissive sort, prefers to dominate other women, and hates it when men try to dominate her." Dominique paused as sh and Cynthia sat back down on the couch. "So, how are you in the life?"

"Long story short, I inherited a fortune, and as I would later find out, a membership to the club. Before I knew about the club, though, I was lucky enough to begin a relationship with a pair of beautiful twins named Kennedy and Josslyn. They introduced me to their sister Ellie, who joined us, then I officially joined the club and ended up with Sydney and eventually Monica as well."

"You have five subs?" Cynthia asked in disbelief. Carson gave a nod and an amused smirk.

"He does." Alex’s tone was prideful, and she leaned against him. "Each of them is exploring her own individual kink and has goals that they are working towards in their lives as well."

"Kennedy, the oldest sister, has a dominant streak when it comes to women, so she serves as my alpha and is taking lessons at the club," Carson explained as a maid walked into the room pushing a cart with glasses of freshly squeezed lemonade on it.

"Sirs, Mad’ams, fresh lemonade."

"Thank you, Claire," James said as he picked up two glasses and handed one to Kelly. The others grabbed glasses until the tray was empty.

"Please, continue," Cynthia said before taking a sip of her lemonade.

"Josslyn has had a thing for ponygirls and has been training as a show pony since I joined the club. Sydney was my gift from the club for joining. She has no limits and has recently discovered her enjoyment of age play. Ellie started off a bit shy, at least when it came to submitting to women who weren't her sisters. She’s made great strides in that regard and is now working as a stripper while figuring out what she wants to do. Lastly, Monica is also a member of the club and enjoys puppy play."

“Wow, if you don’t mind me saying so, Carson, you must be a very skilled dom to juggle all of that,” Dominique said after letting out a long, low whistle.

“She’s not kidding,” Cynthia quickly agreed. “You mentioned they had goals outside of life as well?”

“Yeah, Kennedy works as a software developer. Kennedy is quickly establishing herself as a high-end realtor, and Ellie and Sydney are still figuring out what they want to do, although it wouldn’t surprise me if Sydney decides to do something with psychology. She’s really taken to it. As for Monica, she’s a school teacher.”

“Wow, I never realized all your girls were so skilled,” James said with an amused smile as he leaned back on the couch.

“They are, and I swear, Josslyn, or as she’s known when she’s a pony, Buttercup is sure to place, if not win, in the next show pony contest,” Alex said with a smile.

“Excuse me, Sirs, Madams. The Chef has asked me to let you know, dinner will be ready in ten minutes,” a man in a black tuxedo said from the same door the maid had emerged from.

“Thank you, Maxwell, I think you’ll all like what Chef Lindsay has prepared for us tonight.” The look on Kelly’s face as she spoke was one of quiet confidence. They all stood and made their way to the dining room.

The dining room was dominated by a long, narrow dining table and a crystal chandelier overhead. Several plants and flowers were arranged tastefully around the room without making it feel crowded.

What had been prepared for dinner was impressive. A fresh spinach salad with diced onions, chopped olives, red and yellow bell peppers, and a freshly made blue cheese dressing. Grilled lemon pepper salmon with steamed broccoli, scalloped potatoes sautéd in garlic butter, and for dessert, tuxedo cake.

“Wow, I don’t think I could eat another bite,” Carson said as he slumped back into his seat. Before anything else could be said, a woman in a white chef’s smock and hat with black pants and shoes walked into the room. Her long red hair had been styled into a bun and was tucked neatly under her hat.

“Mister and Misses Worthington, was everything to you and your liking this evening?”

“Everything was perfect, Chef Lindsay. Thank you.”

“It was my pleasure, Mister Worthington.”

“That cake was incredible,” Carson said with a nod. “I’m usually more of a cheesecake and pie kind of guy. You might have changed my opinion tonight.”

“Thank you, Sir. Tuxedo cake is one of my favorite things to make.”

“Well, if there is any truth to the saying that joy goes into cooking, it certainly showed tonight.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Worthington. If you won’t be needing me further tonight, I’ll make sure everything is ready for breakfast in the morning.”

“Please do, Chef Lindsay, and thank you again for all your hard work.”

“Again, it was my pleasure, Mister Worthington.” Chef Lindsay said before heading in the direction of the kitchen.

"Alex, Carson, will you be staying tonight?" Kelly asked in a hopeful tone.

"I don't have anything pressing to do in the morning, so it's up to you." Carson turned around and looked at Alex, waiting for her decision.

"Sure, I've got tomorrow morning open as well."

"Wonderful," James said with a broad smile. "We've recently taken on a new girl, and she's been eager for a chance to play with the two of you."

"What new girl?" Alex asked with clear excitement.

"Monique, come in here, please." Kelly's tone carried a soft authority. It was clear to Carson that as James' wife, she was also his alpha. The familiarity of the name echoed in his mind just before he heard the faint clicking of stilettos growing closer.

It wasn't long before a beautiful African-American woman with long dark hair stepped into the room. She was dressed in lavender satin lingerie with black lace trim, black stiletto-heeled shoes, and a black leather collar around her neck. "Miss Alex, Mister Henning, wonderful to see you again," she said as she gracefully curtsied.

"Monique, nice to see you again," Carson said, smiling at the woman he had nearly taken as his submissive.

"She's a wonderful girl. She'll make sure both you and Alex are satisfied tonight," Kelly said in a prideful tone.

"Come on," Alex said as she grabbed Carson’s hand and led him over to Monique. "I'm ready for some fun."

"So am I," Cynthia said before leaning over and kissing Dominique's cheek.

"Master?" Kelly asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Don't worry, you won't be left out."

Who to follow first? Answer in comments.

A) Carson, Alex, and Monique

B) Cynthia and Dominique

C) James and Kelly