I lay still, unsure if I was actually supposed to get up or not. When I heard the click of a door closing, I knew that I was alone again. Rolling over, I sat up. My bottom wasn’t sore at all from the crop so I doubted there was much of anything for him to see, but it didn’t bother me one ounce to have his hands on me. Fixing my pants, I stood then walked back through the door I had come in through. I didn’t look around, didn’t care. I could tell he was gone, the room felt much emptier without him in it and there was nothing else that interested me. Folded neatly where the initial note had been were a button-down shirt and another note.
Setting the note aside, I pulled the shirt on, lifting it to my nose to breathe in his scent. It smelled just like him. Smiling as I buttoned it up, I thought of how swiftly things had changed. It hadn’t been so long since I’d walked into the room bound and determined to do things my way when it came to Master J. Snuggling the shirt that swallowed me, I enjoyed the comfort and security our time brought me even if I wasn’t that much more informed than when I’d arrived. At least I knew what was expected when we met, not to mention I felt the flutters in my stomach that normally came with meeting someone you were intensely interested in.
Picking up the note, I slipped my shoes on and sat on the small stool to read it.
Precious,
I hope you enjoyed our time together as much as I did.
When you are ready to submit to me again, call or text me.
Master J
Underneath his name his number was scrawled in the same masculine script as the rest of the note.
The ball was in my court, so to speak. The man continued to surprise me. Even with as dominant as he was, he left the option and decision up to me. It was ultimately my choice to contact him again or not. After everything I’d heard about the BDSM community and how controlling and abusive it was, I was having a hard time relating it to my experiences.
Collecting myself, I let myself out; thankfully, there wasn’t anyone else in the hallway and I was able to escape to my car without having to interact with anyone but the woman with my bag at the front. Once in my car I was tempted to pull out my phone and message him right away, but instead I forced myself to drive home. It was a small little house on the outskirts of town. Since I’d spent so much time at home instead of going out, I’d managed to save up a nice little stash and had only purchased it a few months prior.
Once there, I put my purse on the counter and pulled out my phone. Placing the note and my phone next to each other, I stared at the pair for a good long while as I debated on what I was going to do. Eventually, I couldn’t wait any more. Picking up my phone, I tapped out a quick message and sent it before heading off to get ready for bed. I stood in my room, looking at dresser where my pajamas were stored before deciding I was going to sleep in his shirt. No one would know. It was just me and it was surprisingly comforting having his scent with me. I did, however, kick off my pants and remove my bra to be more comfortable.
Walking back to the kitchen, I picked up my phone to find I had a return message.
My initial message was on top:
I had more fun than I expected and look forward to next time, Master.
In a gray bubble signaling his response was:
Oh to hear you call me in person.
I leave our next meeting date up to you.
Smiling, I knew he’d be surprised by the use of Master as I hadn’t called him that so far.
I won’t know until I double check my schedule at work.
A moment passed before his response popped up:
I’ll be waiting.
Taking my phone to my room, I plugged it in and tumbled into bed. Surrounded by his scent, the memories of the night flooded my mind causing me to get turned on again.
I tried to tell myself that I could simply roll over and ignore it. I didn’t have to give into the fiery hot desire throbbing through my body at the remembered sensations of Master’s swats on my ass or the feel of his arms wrapped around me. The more I tried not to give in, the more my body throbbed — the ache escalating.
Rolling to my back, a hand slipped under my panties before I even had time to think about it and angrily pushed my swollen clit around. The night played out over and over in my head as I continued to circle and bang against my clit. Even after twenty minutes of focusing on it, I couldn’t reach the peak I was craving. Sighing, I rolled over and threw open my drawer filled with toys. It only took a second to find my favorite vibrator. It slid right into my needy pussy when I pushed against my opening. Cranking up the vibrations, I returned to teasing my clit as I slid the thick toy in and out.
The longer it took, the angrier I got, but once I started it was impossible to convince myself to stop until I finally got off. After another fifteen minutes, I finally felt the beginnings of an orgasm building. Unfortunately, the small cresting wave that I caught wasn’t all that fulfilling, but it would have to do because I was exhausted. Even so, I tossed and turned for hours with Master’s voice and actions rolling around in my head, keeping my body at a simmer.
During the middle of the night I couldn’t take it any longer and slipped my hand between my thighs to once more try to get off. Anything to release some of the tension that was keeping me from getting a good night’s sleep. Yet again, my body refused to give me what I wanted and I was more rough than I had intended, leaving myself sore, tired, sweaty and still barely satiated.
Hours later my alarm jolted me awake. Even after silencing the annoying thing, it took me a few minutes to get out of the bed and start my daily ritual of getting ready for work. Since I was sore between my legs from the rough night, I put on a loose skirt, thigh highs and heels — no panties. They’d just rub and make things worse. Plus it was Sunday, and sexy, mystery man didn’t show up on Sundays so ideally my pussy and hormones would behave for a few hours at least.
I did have an event to deal with where I would be standing and walking quite a bit, so I slipped a pair into my purse just in case things got sweaty. My life was practical, not sexy, sadly.
Once I blow-dried my hair and curled it, I pulled on another silk top not much different from the one I’d worn the night before. As flashes of the evening swamped me, I quickly whipped it off and put on a button-up top. Again it made me think of Master J, but I ran out of time and if I wasted any more I’d be late for work.
Grabbing my purse and keys, I ran out the front door. As I pulled into my parking spot at the hotel, I realized with a hot flash of horror that I’d forgotten my phone at home. One more reason I would have to behave while at work, even though I would have much rather have been able to text him as soon as I double-checked my calendar for upcoming events. I couldn’t wait to meet up with him again even if I didn’t get sexual gratification from it; the feelings it gave mel to let him have control of me gave me a rush while at the same time created a calm, quiet place my mind already craved.
Walking in the front door of the hotel, I saw Jennifer was in so it was going to be a busy day of gossip if she got her way. I already had a busy event to deal with so I was hoping I might be able to put it off for another day. Only time would tell.
Chapter 8
John
I was glad I’d already arranged to have the shirt out of my bag and a note left for Alix after I left her. I’d had to force myself to leave the room before I snapped and fucked her raw. She wanted it, she was begging me to do it, but she wasn’t ready. I wanted more from our relationship than a quick fuck.
Even as my dominant side pushed for me to take over everything in her life, I knew I had to let it be her choice where this thing was going. I already had quite a bit of control over things and didn’t want to make her run by taking too much from her. That’s not the type of dom I was. I refuse to force a woman to do things she doesn’t want to do, including spending time with me.
When a woman truly submits and hands over their control to you, that’s when it’s exhilarating. When the choice is there and they choose y
ou, they choose to submit of their own free will when they could just as easily not.
I was disciplined and in control of myself enough to let her take the choice of when we would meet. Once she was in my grasp again, I would take over.
After spending hours working with patients online, I looked at my phone again. Alix was supposed to send me her schedule. She didn’t say exactly when she got it, but I expected it in the morning hours. By one, I grumbled in irritation. I wanted to text her, but it was her turn.
Grabbing my wallet and keys off the counter, I took the elevator down to the lobby of the hotel. I knew she’d be down there. Since she didn’t know what I looked like, I could easily get a glimpse of her then return to my computer. Another plus of her not knowing who I was. I could see her as much as I wanted and she’d never know. If she knew, she might think it a bit stalker-ish.
Laughing at that thought, I knew it was just another side of my dom coming out. The need to know where my woman was.
In the lobby, I glanced toward her office, but it was empty. That meant she was probably near or in the ballroom with an event of some kind. I debated for a moment on how I would be able to excuse being in that area, then I figured, who cared? Hotel guests always went where they weren’t supposed to.
I knew where all the event rooms were; I’d even attended functions in many of them over the years. I’d never had the pleasure of meeting the woman behind them, though. She was always a fixture around the outside of the event, making sure everything was going as planned. Without her knowledge, I’d been watching her for far longer than I’d ever admit to anyone. Then one day she’d caught me watching her and it became a game of who could sneak glimpses without being noticed.
My body caught fire when her eyes were on it. I didn’t have to look at her to know when she was watching me; I felt it. After months and months of playing the little game we played, she appeared in that club. My control snapped and I grabbed her while I could. It was my one and only chance to finally get what I wanted.
Following sounds of laugher and the dull hum of chatter, I found the room where the event was. It was packed and most people were wearing semi-formal or business attire. I was in a pair of jeans and a plain shirt; I wouldn’t be able to join the party without standing out.
Damn.
Shoving my hands in my pockets out of frustration, I turned around to head back to my suite. To my surprise, I nearly bowled over Jennifer and Alix. While Alix gave me a shy smile and ducked her head, Jennifer’s hands grabbed my biceps as she purred.
“I’d say sorry, John, but really I’m not since I caught myself on these hunky arms.” Jennifer smiled at me. I nodded my head and stepped to the side, letting her arms drop. Alix threw a glare at her before looking away again. Sighing, Jennifer continued, “I thought you’d have heard us coming up behind you. We were discussing Alix’s wild night.”
I lifted an eyebrow at her as a smirk came over my face. I found it hard to believe that Alix would have spilled much about our time together to a gossiper like Jennifer, but I didn’t have to respond.
Gasping, Alix slapped Jennifer’s arm before stalking into the party. shaking her head.
“She’s so easy to upset. She wouldn’t even tell me any details, just that she had a date — like it was such a big deal to have a date.” Jennifer ran her fingers through her hair.
“Maybe it is for her. Not everyone lives the life you do. And not everyone feels the need to share all their personal business,” I informed her, feeling like I needed to stand up to the woman if Alix wasn’t going to.
“John, she totally knows I’m kidding. The girl is entirely too shy and quiet for her own good. I’m just trying to get her to open up and have some fun.” Jennifer rolled her eyes at me. “You know, like the kind I could show you.”
“No, doll. You can’t show me anything, but thank you for the offer.” I started to walk down the hall away from her.
“The offer is always open if you change your mind.” She raised her voice enough to make sure I heard her.
Not giving her any reaction, I continued walking. She needed someone to take her over their knee and give her a good paddling for that mouth of hers, but I had my eye on Alix.
Upon returning to my room, I still didn’t have any messages on my phone. It wasn’t until hours later when I was getting ready to meet a client at their house that I finally got a text message from her.
I’m so sorry I didn’t get back to you earlier, but I forgot my phone at home. Can we meet Wednesday or would the weekend work better for you?
Weekdays worked better for me since my clients normally liked for me to meet with then on the weekends. Although I did have a few that liked meeting during the week — with their mistresses.
Wednesday works perfectly. Seven at the club?
That works. See you there.
I didn’t have to look at my calendar. I would move any appointments I had if they interfered. Meeting up with Alix was more important than helping any of my clients out. My cock lengthened and throbbed just from the thought of getting my hands on Alix again. But I didn’t have time to dwell on the delicious things I had planned for her; I had to get to my appointment.
Since it was a Monday, I was meeting with clients at their home. Steven and Julie had been patients of mine for quite a while. They’d used me to open the door to numerous avenues they wouldn’t normally have felt comfortable talking about or bringing up with each other. They wanted to do a threesome, but it was quite the task to find a willing third. Until we did, we explored other play options.
Parking my Mercedez in front of their house, I pulled the door down to close it. Just closing the door made me smile and glee shoot through me. One of my favorite purchases I’d ever made. Fast, sleek, and sexy as hell. The gull-wing doors that opened up instead of out like most cars were what had sunk me when I was looking to upgrade my car a few months prior. Not to mention that, although not cheap, it was nowhere near as expensive as the other cars I had my eye on.
The front door of the large house opened as soon as I started up the driveway. Julie strutted down the path toward me, meeting me halfway.
“Good evening, sir.” Julie ran her hands over her voluptuous hips as she licked her lips.
“Hello, Julie.” I was used to her antics. She was all bark, no bite. She was a harmless flirt, but she’d never attempted to take it any farther than that whether her husband was around or not. Wrapping an arm around her shoulders, I steered her back toward the house. “How are you this evening?”
“Better now that you’re here.” Her arm looped around my waist, pausing along the way to squeeze my ass.
Flicking my eyes at her, I gave her a warning glare. I’d let her get away with it once and she knew it.
Once in the house, she led me to the master bedroom and softly shut the door behind us. She’d filled the silence with mindless chatter about how she’d been looking forward to our appointment and her husband was as well. He was waiting for me in a spare room across the hall from the master, as was our usual practice. I would prep Julie, then give her time to get ready before giving Steven his pointers and tips for the evening.
It was unusual that a couple required my services as long as this one had. Normally after learning how to open the lines of communication about things in the bedroom, it became easier for the couple to do so without needing an intermediary, such as myself. Some couples didn’t. Julie and Steven were the perfect example of that. No matter how many unusual items either of them had me help introduce, they still required that assistance in bringing it up with their partner without fear of rejection or judgment. Sometimes it was simply that they liked the feeling of being exhibitionists, since there was another person in the room.
“Sit on the side of the bed, Julie. Let’s get started so Steven isn’t waiting long,” I instructed her, letting my dom voice come out.
A shiver rolled through her plump body as she stepped up to the bed. Her lust-filled eyes rolled o
ver me. “Ooh, you know I like when you talk to me like that. All British and sexy like.”
“My voice is always British,” I laughed, walking closer to her.
“Mmm, but when you get all demanding and controlling it’s more so. It’s thicker and sexy as hell,” Julie moaned, sliding a hand between her thighs.
“Julie. I am only going to say this one time… You already know that’s not what I’m here for and I will refuse to help you and your husband again if it continues.” I crossed my arms over my chest, disappointment clear.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s come over me today. I think it’s ‘cause I’m so excited to get started.” She visibly shook herself.
“Then tell me, what is it we are going to be exploring today?” I dropped my arms and let the tension release from my shoulders. I didn’t like having to put my customers in an awkward position, but on the other hand, I wasn't willing to let them treat me like a piece of meat or put me in the middle of the problems in their relationship I was there to fix. If they wanted to step outside of their marriage to find whatever was missing in their relationship, they would have to look elsewhere for that.
"I'd like to fuck my husband," Julie said as an unusual smirk crept onto her face.
"Care to expand?" That was a given, since that was generally why I was brought into relationships and bedrooms.
"I want to put on a strap-on and fuck him. Or is it called pegging? Whatever. I want to give it to him. I know he wants it." Julie pulled a strap-on set-up out of a drawer near the bedside.
I nodded. It was not an unusual request from either side. "Let me talk to your husband, and then I’ll come back and let you know how it goes."
She gave me an enthusiastic thumbs-up while fiddling with the straps — trying to figure out how to get it on.
Taking a calming breath, I let myself into the room across the hall after a short knock.
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