by Vera Roberts
“Of course but it’s up to God, really.” He replies. His mouth says one thing but his face reveals he and Zerrin might have been trying for a while, to no avail. It’s a subject I don’t push. “If He says all we naturally need is Pietro, then that’s it.”
The way Nick said made me believe he and Zerrin were open to adoption. I think I just love him a bit more.
“You have questions,” he turns to me, “go.”
I hate how well he can read my emotions before I say a single word. “Does your family know you do this, Master?”
Nick shakes his head. “They don’t need to know. They know how private I am and they don’t ask questions unless they want to know.” He leans against the balcony. “It’s not a conversation piece to bring up at dinner parties.”
That brings out a slight chuckle in me. “I guess not, Master.”
He studies my face and I feel his eyes trail up and down my body. I wonder what he’s thinking. Is this young girl wasting his time when he could be with his hot wife inside? I’m sure there are papers he could be grading instead of humoring my young ass. “Why do you want to know about the Lifestyle?”
I feel silly saying it but it’s the honest to goodness truth. “Because of the books and the movie.”
Nick is silent and I hold his gaze. His face is emotionless and I wonder if this was a bad idea. I’ve heard people say what I’ve read isn’t anything like what actually happens but I have to know for myself.
“You might hate it,” Nick turns his attention back to the New York skyline and is silent for a brief moment. He then turns back to me and locks eyes with mine. “Or you just might love it.”
I feel the sensual current pass between us. I see why Master is so popular with the other submissives. Man, Zerrin’s a lucky bitch. “What are you going to teach me, Master?”
“Whatever you want to know,” he causally answers, “the basics, for sure. You need to understand this is a lifestyle. It’s not just about having kinky sex. It’s not just having multiple orgasms and being tied up. There are heavy mental gymnastics that go into BDSM that the mainstream doesn’t talk about it because it’s boring. Why would anyone care about a boot blacking session when they can read how I made my wife climax so hard one night she had to cancel classes the next day because she couldn’t walk.”
Nick said it so fluidly, I almost misheard. I’m hanging on by a thread as he just casually told me how bad he put it on Zerrin where she had to cancel an entire day of classes?
What. The. Fuck.
He pauses again and nurses his cognac. “Zerrin told me you were interested in watching us?”
I swallow. Hard.
My heart is racing and my stomach again bottoms out. I feel like I’m freefalling and I can’t stop. “Yes. She offered to show me how to deep throat, Master.”
Nick simply nods. “And what else?”
Come on, Domi…now’s not the time to be skurred. I breathed in Nick’s earthy cologne, felt his power and energy, and instantly felt the need to submit to him. “I want to watch you two in action. If that’s okay, Master.” I hastily added.
“It’s fine,” his voice is flat and he’s so hard to read. I don’t know if I’m bothering him by all of these requests. “The more you learn hands-on, the better. I prefer you would learn that way.” He glances over to Ian, who is talking to Whitney and Zerrin. “What has he told you about his past?”
“Nothing, really,” I shake my head, “he doesn’t like talking about it for some reason.”
“Master Ian’s very private so he’s not going to do a lot of talking about what he does behind closed doors before he can figure out if the person he’s with is worth sharing that intimate detail with.” Nick explains, “the fact you know this much about him shows how much he loves and trusts you.”
It’s something I’m constantly reminded of every day. Ian has showed his love for me in so many ways. I try not to feel guilty going behind his back and purchasing various properties without his knowledge, though I do remember the reason why I’m doing it in the first place.
I just hope he would understand why I did it, instead of being angry.
“What else is on your mind?” He asks.
There is one thing, though I’m not entirely sure this is a good topic to bring up after such a wonderful night. Fuck it, YOLO, huh? “Ian told me you might help me sort through daddy issues.”
“I’m not a therapist, just an ear.” Nick advises.
“My father is not dead but he might as well be.” My body stiffens as sadness pangs my heart. Why am I so hung up on someone who does not care? “It’s starting to impact my relationship. I think once he found out I was with Ian, his behavior became worse. I’m not sure if it’s truly him, he’s still grieving over my mother, or he’s being influenced by his new wife.”
“You’re always going to have that issue with your father. Mine left when I was young. I can actually remember waiting by the window every day for a year, hoping he’ll just come back home.” Nick stares out into the distance. “He never did.”
My problems seem so small compared to his. “How did you handle it?”
“He wouldn’t give me the closure I needed so I sought it out on my own.” He turns to me. “And I advise you do the same.”
I shake my head. “I don’t know how.”
“You’re going have to learn. I won’t always be there and neither will Ian.” Nick’s words are stern but his voice is soothing and comforting. “Your father might be going through some things on his own. He might be missing your mother, he might realize your step-mother was a waste of time, or he just might be an asshole and finally feels comfortable in his skin to reveal it. The only person who knows is your father and he’s refusing to say anything but lash out on you. You need to learn that some people just don’t deserve to be a part of your life, no matter what your connection is.”
It’s a shock to my system but it’s something I needed to hear. I miss the relationship I have with my father but I’m not sure if this new person is someone who should walk me down the aisle. I never thought I would be in a position to consider not inviting my father to my wedding.
“If you feel he’s deserving of more chances, give them to him. I have a feeling, however, you already know what the outcome is going to be and you just hope it’ll be the surprise you want.” Nick concludes. “I’m not telling you to cut him but I am telling you, you might not want to waste more of your time, especially if he’s becoming more aggressive.”
I shake my head again and turn back to face the skyline. “Ian has mommy issues and I have daddy issues. Maybe we’re too broken to be together.”
“I wouldn’t say that,” Nick states, “maybe you two are perfect enough to understand and be strong for each other.”
“Master,” Whitney’s voice interrupts us, “may this girl speak with you and Domi?”
“You may,” he greets her as she walks over to us. Whitney’s eyes are so relaxed and loving as if she was at home with Nick. Their relationship may no longer be sexual, but they clearly have a tight emotional bond. “I need to go home now but I wanted to speak with Domi.”
I’m surprised Whitney wanted to talk with me. Surprisingly, I’m all ears. “Yes?”
“Tomorrow, we’ll go over more routines for your pole-dancing competition coming up. Master Ian told me you just entered and I want to see you win.” She smiles. “So I have a few things in mind to help you.”
I was so used to the competitiveness amongst women that finding the warmth in Whitney’s voice and demeanor was a surprise. “Oh my gosh! Thank you!”
“You’re welcome.” She turns to Nick and they stare into each other’s eyes. “Sweet dreams, Master.” She caresses his cheek.
Nick kisses Whitney’s forehead. “Sweet dreams, piccina. I’ll walk you down.” Nick briefly turns to me. “I’ll be right back.”
I watch how protective Nick is of every woman in his life and I can only imagine he’ll be that way should
he have a daughter or a niece. He reminds me a lot of Ian and I see why the two men are good friends.
I rejoin Ian in the living room. He was alone. “Where did Zerrin go?”
“She went to get ready for the demonstration.” He pats the sofa beside him and I gladly snuggle up to him. “They’re going to teach you tonight.”
I gulped. My heart raced and I felt my body pull into a million different directions. “Tonight?” I wasn’t expecting it so soon and definitely not tonight. “What am I going to learn?”
Ian caressed my face and feathered his thumb over my full lips. “How to deep throat.”
Three
The air now has completely changed.
There was always a sensual vibe underlying from the moment I stepped foot inside Nick’s and Zerrin’s apartment. How they both presented themselves, the words they chose, the tone of their voices…even their clothing had a sensual tinge to it.
But now…school is in session.
Nick and Ian took the liberty to light numerous candles all over the home. Classical music is playing overhead and I guess, it’s to create a different vibe? Like how does one go from Al B. Sure to Tchaikovsky?
Furthermore, what am I supposed to do? How close am I supposed to get? Can I really watch any technique while sitting here on this comfortable-ass leather sofa? How am I supposed to know what to do?
Relax, Domi…relax.
You would think since I watched Sydney and Dean fuck not that long ago, I would be completely at ease watching Nick and Zerrin, right? Wrong! I feel like Sydney and Dean were just the pop quiz and Nick and Zerrin are the freaking final exam.
And I didn’t even study!
I nurse the red wine in my hand and resist the urge to get blasted. I need to concentrate. I need to watch and learn. I need to see this so I can become a better lover for Ian. I need to learn this so I can blow his mind every time.
I’m going to watch them and be so good at giving head, Ian’s going to struggle to think of a woman who gave him better than me.
“How are you feeling?”
Ian sat down beside me and he’s nursing an old-fashioned cocktail. His eyes are relaxed with a bit of mischievous wonder inside them. I saw Ian and Nick whispering to each other and my mind ran ten miles wondering what they could’ve talked about.
Were they going to tie me up again? Was I going to demonstrate on Ian? Or were they just talking about how they hoped the Knicks and Lakers have better seasons this year?
So many questions.
“I’m nervous,” I finally reveal. “I don’t know what to expect.”
“Don’t expect too much,” He lays back into the sofa and my body settles in the strength and masculinity of his. “Don’t expect anything at all. Just enjoy the process.”
“I feel like I should be taking notes,” I reply.
Ian chuckles. “I’m sure you have a great memory. You’ve already proven that.”
I remember many things I rather forget, honestly. I can still remember the time where I accidentally pooped my pants in the first grade because the teacher wouldn’t let me go to the bathroom. You best believe I know every single pit stop on a road trip down pat. “We’ll see.”
“Shh…” Ian kisses my temple and it’s become a bit of a signature touch from him. “You’ll do great.”
Nick walks downstairs carrying two large pillows. He sets them aside on the floor and stands behind one. He makes eye contact with me and simply nods.
I turn to Ian and he nods as well (okay, so they did talk to each other about what was going to happen tonight). I get up and Nick points to the pillow beside him. I immediately kneel. Was Nick expecting me to perform on him? Is Zerrin okay with this? Furthermore, is Ian okay with this?
Zerrin walks downstairs a few minutes later. Gone was the expensive designer dress she wore to Hamilton. Replaced was an equally expensive panty and bra set with garter, stilettos, and a collar around her neck.
I know the symbolism of the collar and how important it is in the BDSM community. Not only would a submissive have to earn the right to be collared, but the Master would have to take extra precaution with the submissive now.
I wonder if Ian and I will ever get to that point? Furthermore, would I want to? Would he want to? I guess the only way to know is if we take the journey to find out.
Zerrin kneels beside me on the floor. Her head is bowed down and her arms are behind her back. Her eyes are closed and she appears to be meditating. I’ve never seen anyone in such a relaxed state, as if this was her calling.
“You may look up,” Nick instructs her and she complies. Nick’s eyes are focused on his wife while he talks to me. “Tonight, Domi, Zerrin will teach you how to deep throat. She won’t speak so you have to watch and learn. Once you feel comfortable enough with the information you have learned, you can practice on your Master.”
I feel Ian get up from the sofa and stand before me. Nick wasn’t playing when he said he wanted me to learn hands-on. I’m going to have, potentially, six pairs of eyes on me as they watch me try to deep throat Ian for the first time.
I’m intrigued, I’m nervous, and most importantly, I’m beyond aroused. My panties are damp with need and I lightly lick my lips in anticipation.
I carefully watch the interaction between Nick and Zerrin, He caresses her face as she smiles back at him. Nick has a quiet power and strength, while Zerrin is elegant and graceful. They’re yin and yang.
Watching them become so loving and tender with each other, seeing the exchange of power and ownership between them, I’m in awe. Separate, they’re flawless. Together, they’re powerful and captivating. No wonder they’re so respected and adored. They were #couplesgoals before it became a thing.
Nick softly nods and Zerrin pulls down His zipper. She reaches in for His cock and my eyes slightly widen to see how big it is in a flaccid state. And Zerrin can take all of that in her mouth?
HOLY SHIT.
Zerrin briefly used her hands to warm up her Master. She licked along the length of Him and worked His cock until it was nice and hard. Once Master Nick was hardened, Zerrin put her hands behind her back and began to take His cock inch by inch.
I watched in awe like a groupie as she only used her mouth and teeth. It seemed her teeth were the base while her mouth crawled along the thickness of Him, reaching the base before she pulled away and did it again.
I studied Zerrin’s body as she remained in a seated position. She was relaxed, and dare I say, graceful. Small beads of sweat formed on her body but her hands…her hands were still at her side. She only used her mouth as an instrument.
A person’s mouth has more power than they realize. Sometimes people don’t realize how powerful their mouths are until the ability to use them is taken away.
Ian’s words are ringing in my ears. He meant that in so many ways and I finally understand what he was said.
As I continued to watch Zerrin take more of her Master, worshipping Him with only her mouth, I felt the need to try on Sir. I don’t think I’m ready to deep throat yet but I want to try.
I look up to Him and caught the gleam in His eyes. “Sir, may this girl suck Your cock?”
“You may,” Ian nods.
Carefully unzipping Sir, I pull out His hardened cock. My fingertips caress the length of it, feeling how hard yet spongy it is in my hands. I briefly inhale His musky scent and my panties became moist with want. I place a series of small kisses along the length of Him and place His cock inside my willing mouth.
Here goes nothing, Domi.
I place my hands behind my back. I feel the angry chords of Tchaikovsky playing in the background as my mouth slowly inches towards the base of Sir’s cock. My heart is pounding, I’m wondering if I’m actually doing this right or if I look like the total newb who is still learning about sex.
Sir hums His approval and I feel it vibrate down to my mouth. His moans encourage me to go as far and as comfortable as I could. I felt the saltiness of Him escape fr
om the small slit and I quickly swallowed it. I wanted more. I deserved more.
I resisted the urge to play with my pussy as I pleased Sir. I remember my pussy belonged to Him and Him only. He was the only one who could decide when, where, and how often I could masturbate. He claimed ownership of my body and I gladly allowed Him to do whatever He wanted, at His bidding, whenever He wanted.
I was losing my positioning so I grabbed the back of Sir’s thighs to steady myself as I took more of Him. Not all of Him was in my mouth but that was okay for now. I had to remember what Zerrin taught me – enjoy the process and it wasn’t a race to the finish.
I playfully licked every ridge and vein of His throbbing cock before I took more of Sir into my mouth. He remained steady, calm, and completely in control. I wanted Him to lose control, feel His knees buckle, His heart race, His fists curl up as I continued.
I wanted Sir to come. I wanted Him to paint my mouth, my face, and spray all over my tits with everything. I wanted Him to forget we had an audience watching us and where we were.
I wanted Him to lose His mind.
My eyes water as I take more of Sir’s cock inside of my mouth. I breathed Him, tasting Him, becoming one with Him while my tongue rolls around His cock. I’m drunk on His cock now and I’m officially addicted. I need Sir like a junkie needs a fix. I want to taste His come. I want it everywhere on me.
I soon get my wish. Sir lifts me up from my knees and pulls the slinky dress down to my waist, exposing my breasts. He kneels me back down and strokes His cock until I feel His hot come paint my chest, one breast at a time.
Sir smears His come all over my chest with His manicured fingers. He stares into my eyes as He does it and a sexy smile is on His lips. “Do you know what I’m writing?” He asks.
I simply nod. “Yes, Sir.”
It was a message to just the two of us, but a silent and powerful one to everyone else:
MINE.
Four
“Sweaty” by Jodeci blare out in the overhead speakers at Whitney’s dance studio. The music is hard and fast. The guitar riff vibrates through my body as Devante’s whispering baritone keeps questioning me.
