by Drew Sera
“Have you spoken to him?”
“Amy, it’s really become a difficult situation. It’s not worth your worry, nor is it worth taking our time discussing.”
“Is that the Dom in you talking?” I jokingly asked.
“Princess, please don’t worry about it.”
“Okay, sorry. I just know how much you love the club and I’d hate to see you throw it away just because of some guy.”
“It’s okay, Amy. It’s not the same club that it used to be. Let’s talk about something more exciting. Tell me where Dark Kiss is. How is the pre-release stuff going?”
I felt bad moving away from the topic of him to my books. I didn’t want it to be the focus of our friendship. But it was clear that whatever was going on between him and his friend, he didn’t want to talk about.
“The book stuff is going well. Dark Kiss should be back from the editor at the end of the week, and then I’ll go through the edits and make the necessary changes.”
“How long does it take you to go through those?”
“Well, honestly it depends. Could be an evening or could be a few evenings. It depends what the editor finds,” I said.
Inwardly I prayed that the editor doesn’t find a ton of things. I’ve got a lot on my plate over the next few weeks, and I really hope that my draft was pretty clean.
“Oh, by the way, I finished Country Chic. Thanks for not killing off Sara or Clayton.”
J.P.’s voice started to sound more like the relaxed and at ease J.P. that I’ve come to know…and love.
Did I love J.P.? My mind began wandering until J.P. spoke again.
“I kind of pictured Clayton to have a little kinky side that was buried deep in him,” J.P. tossed out at me, and I frowned.
“Clayton? Kinky? Really?” I asked. I was curious as to what made him think that the wholesome country guy was kinky. J.P. laughed heartily into the phone, forcing a smile on my face.
“Clayton didn’t come across to me as being innocent, princess. He fucked her in the barn on a bale of hay.”
“That? That was supposed to be romantic, not kinky,” I said in defense of Clayton’s motives.
“Clayton had a thing for dirty sex in the barn. He wanted to give that city slicker, Sara, something she hadn’t had; a nice fuck in the hot, sweaty, smelly barn. With hay scratching her back, leaving abrasions from her body getting rocked back and forth on their bed of hay. He got off knowing that her back was cut up and that he had his hand in it.”
I sat flabbergasted as I listened to J.P.’s kinky twist on my wholesome love story of opposites attract in Country Chic. His voice grew excited as he spoke of Clayton and Sara and how he interpreted their love story.
“It was a love story. He didn’t fuck her on a bale of sharp hay. He made love to her.”
“He didn’t bang her with her clothes on, princess. He tore her clothes off, hoisted her up and set her on the bale of hay and fucked her with his big, country boy cock.”
“Oh, so wrong, Mr. Sadist.”
“Am I?”
“Yes! He gently removed her clothes, and he covered the bale of hay with his work shirt. Then he made sweet love to her, and they lived happily ever after.”
J.P. was laughing at my serious explanation of the book.
“Happily, ever after, huh princess? He was happy because he finally got his rocks off banging the beauty in the barn. And leaving marks on her.”
“He laid the shirt down over the hay so it’d be soft!” I protested as he continued to laugh.
“Have you ever thought about writing a follow up to their story? Maybe like a ‘ten years into the future’ story?”
“I hadn’t,” I said.
“You could and give it the kinky twist that Clayton wants. Make them constantly fuck in the barn. He whips her with the leather straps from the horse saddles. Maybe he’s turned her into a sex slave and keeps her tied up in the barn.”
“What?” I was laughing now but found it funny that he was so eager to come up with ideas for them.
“Things then get really kinky; he hooks her up to a milking machine—”
I had to cut him off as I closed my eyes and held my hand up in a stopping motion as if he could see it.
“Ugh! Stop, you’re taking them in a weird direction that I didn’t know existed, Mr. Sadist.”
“It’s not weird to everyone.”
“Agreed. But for Clayton and Sara…it’s weird.”
“Alright, princess. But I think you’ve caged Clayton’s urges. You put a lonely guy out in the middle of nowhere, and a beautiful girl pops up. He had depraved urges and needs. He wasn’t going to cover the bale of hay with his shirt so it’d be soft for her.”
“He loved her, J.P.”
“Love doesn’t have to be a bed of roses of soft pillows, princess.”
I opened my mouth to begin protesting Clayton’s intentions and thoughts again but quickly closed it. I realized he was trying to make a point about something else. Someone else. Him.
J.P.’s kind of love doesn’t come with fluffy beds, it comes with living in the moment and rough, raw sex.
“You’re right,” I said. I reiterated that he was right and that love comes in different degrees, levels, depths and it means something different to everyone.
“Can I ask you something personal, J.P.?”
“Sure.”
“Have you ever been in love? Like the kind where you want to spread out a blanket and lay her down on it?”
“No, not that kind. I need pain, you know that. I need to push my sub to the edge. Push them outside their mind and into mine. When they’re outside their mind, they are more accepting of mine.”
I thought about what he was saying.
“I see,” I said.
“I don’t think you do. Maybe you think you understand, but until you experience it, you won’t know.” J.P. paused for a moment as I imagined myself on my knees in front of him. “Now, tell me about the love you know and have experience with.”
I smiled and felt a pang in my heart as memories of Chris entered my mind. Could I even breach the topic of Chris with J.P.? Maybe a little bit…but not all. Not yet.
“I was very young. Fresh out of college. I thought he was in love with me too. We married, and a few years later, we had a disagreement. The next day, he told me he was leaving.” Tears welled in my eyes. I refused to cry and took a deep breath. “He said he didn’t love me anymore. I didn’t know what to do, but I didn’t think it was truly over. I thought that maybe he just needed time and that he’d come around and maybe we could meet in the middle. But he never did.” I wiped my eyes. “Divorce papers soon followed.”
I heard J.P. let out a heavy sigh.
“Princess, don’t cry. Don’t waste a tear over that prick.”
I nodded and looked upward at the blue sky hoping the tears in my eyes would recede. God knows that I’ve wasted lots of tears and time on Chris. I didn’t think I could ever cry over him again. Maybe that cut is still there. Suddenly, I wasn’t in the mood to talk on the phone anymore.
“Thanks for the chat, J.P. I think I should get going—”
“No, not yet. You’re upset. I want to talk to you for a little while longer.”
“It’s okay. I’ll be fine.”
“No. Our relationship is different, Amy. It’s a no bullshit relationship. We’re friends now. Good friends have one another’s backs. I consider us good friends.”
Good friends. While I loved that idea, I had a feeling that my heart already wanted more from him. And it crushed me to think that I couldn’t be the kind of person that he needed. I put the brakes on my heart and leaned back in the chair.
“Thanks, J.P.”
He and I talked for a while and eventually he had me laughing and smiling.
“Alright, princess. I’ll let you get going. I’m going to read some more of Unexpected Love tonight.”
“Oh, you downloaded that too?”
“Yep, but with work lately, I haven’
t had a chance to read too much. Though I think I’m nearing a good part. The prissy college girl, Pamela, just needs a fat cock up her ass. I have a feeling Desmond is going to deliver that cock.”
“You’re so funny.”
“I absolutely picture Desmond chaining Pamela to the old whipping post in the town they’re visiting. He’ll whip her with his belt right before he fucks her in the ass. Am I right?”
“What? No, you’re terrible,” I laughed and shook my head.
“You like it, princess.”
I could feel J.P.’s smile coming through the phone. We got off the phone and I went back to my writing room.
Chapter 14
March
J.P.
I didn’t sleep well last night. Even though Amy and I had exchanged a few more texts before bed, I could still tell that she was a little down. I had scraped the scab off an old wound that was apparently still healing. And this pain wasn’t something that I was proud of inflicting.
I felt like our friendship had taken a turn. A good turn. She opened up to me and showed me her heartache…and her vulnerabilities.
I have a five hour shift later in the day and I think I’m going to try to go to the club afterward. I need a scene. I need that release.
During my workout, I tried to think about what I wanted to text to Amy. I had a feeling she didn’t sleep too well. I can always tell when we’re on the phone if she didn’t sleep well the night before. While I ate my oatmeal, I began the text.
J.P.: Morning princess. I hope you slept okay. I thought about you a lot last night.
I let my finger linger over the send button as I re-read it a few more times and considered it. I pictured the beautiful, confident Amy Andrews going to sleep last night with swollen eyes and a tear-streaked face. It made my stomach hurt. I sent the text and muscled through the oatmeal.
After my shower, I sat down with Unexpected Love and my phone by my side. Nothing yet from Amy. I read for about thirty minutes, but spotty. I kept looking at my phone. It was nearly noon, and I knew the kind of schedule she kept. She’s up before the sun and starts working right away.
I can’t, and won’t, beg someone to respond to me.
I wasn’t in the mood to read right now, so I bookmarked the page I was on in Unexpected Love and booted up my laptop. I logged onto Kinky Links and began reading the new main page articles and checking out the picture posts.
Feeling myself start to harden, I opened my photo album and went to some of my favorites. Instantly a smile found its way to my face, and I pulled my cock out. I spit on my hand before gripping my hard shaft. As I gazed at the positioning and flawless lines of that body, I began to stroke slowly. My muse’s skin was red in a few places, obviously from prior play. I loved the way red marks radiated off their skin. They would soar with me.
“You’re just not ready yet, are you though?” I said to the screen. “You’re still a little afraid, aren’t you? Not quite ready to believe that I am what you need.”
I closed my eyes and stroked quickly. I imagined my hard cock buried in that tight hole and my strong bare hand smacking that firm, toned ass. Cum coated my hand, jeans, and shirt as I thought about the sounds that would escape that mouth as I spanked them while my other hand pulled their hair. I opened my eyes and stared at the image of them crouched down. I rubbed their image on my screen with my messy finger.
“I can give you what you need…you just don’t know it yet.”
I sighed when the mental image of Amy in her black dress and purple shoes replaced the image on my screen. I wanted her too, but I didn’t want to harm our friendship. I adored our friendship. But she was hot as fuck.
For the first time in a long time, I was very torn on what I wanted and needed. I knew I needed to give pain. I glanced back at my muse on the screen. They could definitely handle the pain. They needed the pain. And I wanted them.
But I also wanted Amy. Sweet, Amy.
I approached Katherine once I saw her in the main room. Katherine was one of my favorite submissives to scene with. Not only was she sexy to me, but she was every bit of the masochist that I needed tonight.
Even though I was tired from working my twelfth day straight, I was invigorated when I parked and didn’t see the car of my friend that I’ve been trying to avoid. Then, seeing Katherine filled me with the excitement of possibilities for tonight.
“Well, hello Katherine,” I said as I was within touching distance of her.
Her eyes lit up when she saw me.
“Sir, nice to see you. I haven’t seen you around much lately,” Katherine said.
“I’ve been working a lot. But I’m here tonight, so are you interested in playing?”
She blanched and looked over my shoulder at a group of Doms.
“Katherine, do you already have a scene in the works with one of those gentlemen?”
“No, Sir. I’d love to scene with you. I have a need to feel something tonight,” she said with a smile.
“That will work perfectly because I have a need to give it. Meet me at the entrance to cell number three in twenty minutes, Katherine.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I collected my new favorite whip; the snake whip. I had it made by a friend at the club, and it set me back nearly three hundred dollars. It’s a beautiful four-foot whip made of the finest grade of leather. Aside from my initials that were engraved on the handle, my favorite part of the whip is the removable cracker.
Stepping into the cell, I removed my shirt and walked around the room taking the time to complete my routine before a whipping scene. I rolled my shoulders, stretched my arms and completed some side twists. I began doing a little target practice against the wall to make sure I had reacquainted myself with the feel and handle of the whip.
My watch beeped, notifying me that the twenty minutes were up. I turned to face the entrance to the room and found Katherine kneeling in the doorway.
“Good girl,” I praised and walked toward her.
I stopped inches from her kneeling body and looked down at her.
“Look at me, please,” I instructed. Katherine’s big blue eyes shot up and made eye contact with me. For a moment, I imagined that I was looking down at a kneeling Amy Andrews. “Red will be your safe word, my dear.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I held my hand out for her to take. My hand engulfed her small hand, and I led her to the whipping post.
Katherine has soft skin that was gently tanned by the warm sun. Her skin is just how I imagined Amy’s to be. Though I’ve just seen Amy in person once, I could tell that her skin is soft and cared for. And being as fair skinned as she was, I could inflict a beautiful shade of red with minimal effort.
“Remove your panties, Katherine.”
I watched her step out of the black, silk thong and motioned her to kneel in front of the whipping post.
“Move closer to the post…good.”
With my hand on the back of her head, I gently tugged her forward and guided her right cheek to press against the post.
“Look at me, Katherine.”
Her body didn’t move, but her eyes found mine. I cupped the side of her head.
“Keep your head still and in this position. This is for your safety, understand?”
“Yes, Sir, thank you.”
While she kept her head still, I wrapped her wrists in rope on the other side of the post. So vulnerable that it was making me hard.
“After I whip you, do I have your permission to take a few pictures with my phone? I’d like to upload them to my Kinky Links account.”
“Yes, Sir. I’d love a picture of me on your Kinky Links profile.”
“Then you shall have a place there,” I said.
Giving her cheek a gentle pat, I stood and picked up my snake whip. I rolled my shoulders again and then delivered the first kiss at the unbroken skin between her shoulder blades. Gorgeous. My whip kissed Katherine’s skin two more times in quick succession before I relented and walked ar
ound her in a circle.
Katherine’s content moan after the fifth lash made me harder. I stood behind her and gave her ass cheeks a soothing rub while I examined the points of contact that I have been making on her flesh. One small gash was beginning to bleed. There was a thin flap of broken skin covering what looked like a carpet burn. Fuck, I love this whip.
“Doing okay, Katherine?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I nodded and took up a different position a few feet away. This time I aimed for her right thigh. I laughed when she jumped.
“Caught you off guard there, didn’t I?” I asked.
“Yes, Sir,” Katherine said.
I continued striking her back, then her right thigh a few more times. Katherine moaned and occasionally a whimper sound came out. There was no mistaking the sound of a content sub. I gave her ass a final lashing and then set my whip down. I crouched behind her and slowly placed my hand on her left side, and I slipped my hand between her legs. Her skin was nice and warm under my hand, and her pussy juices covered my fingers.
“Mmm, Sir,” she whined and began trying to hump my hand.
I gave her left thigh a slap as a reminder to stay still. My fingers danced in her juices as I finger fucked her until she was ready to climb the wall. I took a few quick pictures with my phone before setting it by my shirt.
“Are you ready for your ass fucking, Katherine?”
“Yes, Sir. Please.”
From my back pocket, I pulled out a condom and quickly rolled it down the length of my cock. I guided Katherine into the position that I wanted to fuck her in. She was limber and flexible, so I moved her to somewhat of a squatting position with her hands flat on the floor on the other side of the whipping post. Pushing four of my fingers into her dripping pussy to moisten them, I wiped the fluids on my cock. This would be all the lubrication Katherine would get. I moved into position and placed my left foot just to the left of hers and then my right foot to the right of her right foot. I gripped her ass cheeks, tugged them apart and lined up my cock with her puckered hole. I pushed my way in, stretching her ass as I went.
Content moans from the little masochist filled the room as I fucked her ass. I was able to reach out and grip the whipping post as I impaled her. There was something so fucking hot and erotic to me about fucking in this position. As the volume of her moaning grew, I knew she was getting close to coming. I let go of the whipping post, placed a hand on her hip and cupped her throat gently with my other hand.
