"Hmm," was all I could come up with. I didn't care either way. I doubt he even knew my name, but that wink scattered my thoughts and made me second-guess everything. Maybe he hadn't seen what I'd been doing in my office. Or maybe he'd liked that I was touching myself while looking at him. I didn't know and there wasn't a chance in hell I was going to find out. I was already embarrassed enough as it was. Plus, how do you bring that up to a man you don’t even know? Awkward.
After everything had finally been set up on the inside, I returned to my office and dropped into my seat for a quick break. My ass burned as it connected with the chair and made me smile as my hand reached for the pearls around my neck. That reminded me, I needed to check my phone to see if I'd heard from Master. I only had one message from him and it had been sent two hours earlier.
How you hanging in there, Precious?
The use of his nickname made me smile. No one had ever called me Precious or any other pet name at all.
Doing good, master. Just had a busy day.
I put my phone back in the drawer and stretched out my cramped back. Bending over those tables for so long had my back screaming for relief. I needed to find food at some point since it was well past lunch time, but that required me getting back out of my chair and I just didn’t see that happening until it had to.
Jennifer came bouncing into my office with a plate in her hand. She set it front of me before plopping down in a chair on the other side of my desk. "I come bearing gifts."
"What's this?" I leaned forward and eyed the plate filled with grilled chicken and rice.
"Seems you have a little admirer. Our neighborhood weekly renter had the kitchen make that for you." Jennifer grinned, leaning forward with wide eyes. "What are you not telling me? How'd you get him to notice you? I've been trying forever."
"No idea. Really. I didn't ask for him to notice me." I said and pushed the plate towards her. "You can have it. I don't want anything from him." That was a lie, but I didn't need rumors to start or people to start looking for signs of something going on. Plus, nothing I wanted from the man could be served on a plate.
"No, no. Eat it. It doesn't matter that it's from him. Just eat, woman." Leaning back in her chair, her smile fell. "Why would you refuse a man like that anyway?"
"I'm not refusing him. I don't even know him. That's the problem. I've never even spoken to the man. Plus, I don't have the time or energy left at the end of the day for a man and all their complications. They’re all so needy." Truth. I didn't want a relationship. They required too much effort and tiptoeing around each other to be worth it. The single man I’d dated after rehab had wanted to know every detail of my life, share every intimate experience and I couldn’t do it. There was a lot of pain and betrayal in my past, within my family and I wanted to avoid thinking about it. All it did was make want to go out to a club and find someone to make me feel. At that point in my life, I couldn’t do that and when he pushed, I left. That's what I loved about Master. We met, did our thing, left. That's all there was to us.
"You don't have to date him. Just fuck him. I totally would. Have you looked at the man?" Jennifer fanned herself exaggeratedly with her hand.
"Yeah, I don't really do that either. It never works out like that." I didn't do casual sex because that was how my lonely addiction became a whole other addiction that was much scarier and could be incredibly dangerous. At least, that's how it'd been last time. That's what had made it spin out of control to the point that I couldn't handle it. I didn't care to control it, didn't care if I got hurt. That had been what made me go to rehab, because it’d gotten so bad.
No, it was best I stay by myself. I would rather be celibate than drag some man in off the street to fuck again. If Master wanted to fuck me, he could at any point. He was the only man I wanted to take that step because I knew he'd be the one to help me not lose myself again. My control was his. Each time we were together, I gave him more and more of myself. The more I gave, the better our time seemed to get. He knew what I needed and how to give it to me.
Chapter 14
John
Every time she signed into the online chat, I made sure it was automatically sent to me. I didn't want anyone else talking to her about her private thoughts. They were mine to know and a way for me to help her without her knowing. If it gave me the chance to keep her near me at the same time, then so be it. I wasn't lying to her, I was just making sure she was hearing what she needed to in order to keep her coming to the club.
I'd known about the wedding taking place in the hotel because I had been invited to it. Two of my clients were the couple, in fact, so I had every right to be there. Of course I would use the excuse to catch a few extra glimpses of Alix while she worked. Then the stupid little twat that was working with her strutted over and offered to help me get my rocks off instead of working. Only thing more annoying than a slutty woman was one who had no control. I hadn’t given her any indication I was interested, but she still felt bold enough to try to rub her body along mine. Who knew how many other men she’d already done that to or how many she’d slept with? No thanks.
Thankfully, Alix called her back to finish working and I tossed a wink to Alix before heading to the office. My secretary had called out sick yet again, so there was a temp working in her place for the day. I hated having my schedule interrupted and having to teach the woman how to handle things that my normal secretary knew how to do. It was time-consuming and something I paid other people to do so I didn't have to. Thankfully the patients I had for the day were all regulars, so they would know the routine. I just hoped the secretary was back on Monday, since I had a whole slew of new clients coming in and was scheduled too tightly to be doing her job as well.
I had a feeling I was going to have to replace her since she was starting to call out more than she showed up. It was normal. My secretaries only lasted a year or two before getting burned out by the constant demands and unusual hours I insisted upon. Probably wouldn't hurt to put out feelers for a replacement.
The appointments were quick and uneventful. Nothing new came from them, but my patients left walking a bit lighter, having cleared their brains of stress, and at least got a second view on their issues. I didn't particularly care for office patients since they had more standard hang-ups — mommy and daddy issues, cheating spouses and the like. At least the patients I met with at the hotel or in their residences were more challenging and rewarding. Nothing like knowing you helped a couple find completion and orgasm while addressing an issue they had.
Back in my apartment, I quickly showered and changed into my tuxedo for the wedding. I was going dateless. It was much less complicated that way. Tugging on my shirt sleeves, I picked up my phone to text Alix before heading down to the party. After the night before, I felt the need to check on her, make sure she was still doing okay after such a roller-coaster of emotions in such a short time.
How was work, Precious?
Still working. Won't be off for hours yet.
Smiling, I tucked my phone away. She would be downstairs when I got there. It would be dangerous, but it could be a lot of fun to play with her.
The area for the wedding was set up beautifully, but I expected it. The hotel was known for putting together amazing events. After a brief congratulations to the groom, I found a seat towards the back so I could watch everyone in the room. Plus, it'd give me the opportunity to slip away without many people noticing.
Slowly, the entire seating area filled with guests. Still no sign of Alix though. Once the procession started and the wedding party advanced down the aisle, everyone stood and turned to take in the bride. That's when I spotted Alix. She was standing off to the side, glancing over the bride's dress. Unlike most women, she didn't have that glazed-over look in her eye or the look of jealousy. Just before the bride took her first steps down the aisle, Alix leapt forward and fluffed out the bottom of her dress, then scampered back to her spot out of the way.
As soon as the bride had made her
way past me and all eyes had moved toward the front of the church, I slipped out around the back — away from the ceremony. I'd talk to them later. I had more important things to take care of. Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I shot a text to Alix then slipped into a dimly-lit room off to the side. Taking off my jacket and keeping my back to the door, I waited for her. The door opened and the click of heels let me know she had arrived.
"Sir? I didn't expect you here." The quiver in her voice showed her nerves.
"Turn around. Put your hands on the door," I said, not turning around.
"B.. but..." she stuttered.
"Now. Don't make me ask again." My voice was gravelly with impatience. I knew we didn't have a lot of time and I didn’t want to waste any of it.
The scuff of her shoes on the ground told me she had turned around as requested. Turning, I ran a hand up the center of her back until I gripped the back of her neck under her hair. Her ass looked incredibly delicious in the skirt she had on. Her hands were up on either side of her head, pressed against the door along with her forehead.
"Good girl." Brushing my scruff-roughened cheek against her neck sent a tremor running through her body and a soft moan from her mouth. "I'd really like to fuck you here, right up against the wall, knowing you are supposed to be out there watching the ceremony. Too bad you would be missed — plus what I have in mind for our first time together would take entirely too much time."
"Our first time? I thought you didn't want to sleep with me." She let out a soft laugh even as my hand slid around the front of her throat, tilting her head to the side.
"What makes you think I don't want to sleep with you?" I wrapped my lips around her ear and bit down roughly before pulling back. Another shiver ran through her as she pressed back against me. My free hand slid down her body, tugging up her skirt until I could slip my hand into her panties. Running my fingers through the wetness waiting for me, I waited for her to answer.
"You've told me you didn't want to sleep with me. I thought you might be gay and just needed a sub to play with until you found a male sub to replace me with." Her words shocked me so much I froze for a moment before shoving two fingers roughly in her at the same time I applied light pressure to her carotid artery. A whimper slipped from her lips.
"You will be punished for that, Precious. I know you can't possibly be serious. My cock is constantly hard because of you. I hurt with how much I want to be balls-deep in your pussy. Don't tell you haven’t noticed." I thrust my hips against her to emphasize my point. I released the pressure on her neck and pulled my fingers from within her.
"I didn't know, sir." I couldn't see her face, but her smile was clear in her voice.
"You think it's funny now. Just wait till I get my hands on you where I can do what I want without people being nearby." I rubbed my scruff up her neck, biting down hard. Hard enough to leave a mark, but not to break the skin. "I was going to let you get off, but you wanted to be naughty so now you have to wait."
"That's not fair," she groaned, grinding her ass against my crotch.
"Two can play games, Precious." I smiled before sucking hard just above my bite mark. Releasing the skin with a pop, I pressed the fingers that had been inside her against her lips. “Suck your juices off my fingers.”
She sucked my fingers into her hot, wet mouth instantly. “Mmm,” she gasped, undulating her hips.
Breathing her scent deep, I pushed off the door and pulled my fingers from her mouth. "Now, go back to work, naughty girl."
"Yes, sir." She dropped her head against the door with another whimper.
As she reached for the door, I slapped her ass. "Don’t forget you’ll get a special punishment if you touch yourself. Oh, and be sure you keep your hair over your neck or someone might ask why you have bite marks and a huge hickey."
The door swung open and I heard her laugh softly as she pulled her hair over her shoulder to conceal her neck before returning to work. I waited for a good while before slipping my coat back on and exiting the room. It’d been risky, probably a bit stupid because she could’ve easily turned around or waited outside the door for me to exit. She wouldn’t though. It was part of the excitement, the allure — not knowing exactly who I was.
Standing outside the door into the ballroom, which was still locked to keep the guests out, I waited until the ceremony was over. Once you’ve seen one wedding, you’ve pretty much seen them all. Not like I was close with the couple. I’d seen them fuck just about every possible way you could on a bed, but that didn’t make us friends. Showing up had been an excuse to see Alix plus I always went to weddings of my clients. It was a good way to find new clientele. Everyone knows someone who needs help in that area of their relationship. Some people are even bold enough to admit it is actually their own relationship that was lacking.
Finally, the doors were opened and guests were allowed inside. We were all given particular seats, so I found mine, then headed to the bar. I needed a glass of whiskey after that heated stolen moment. My cock was still hard, pressing against the zipper of my slacks, but thankfully my jacket kept it covered because I didn't think it'd be going down any time soon. Precious was going to be getting a good punishment for that little comment. Gay. Right. I wanted to fuck her more than I wanted to breathe, she just wasn't used to men that had control over their libido. When I fucked her, she'd remember it for the rest of her life.
I'd switch every now and then when I had my own issues arise that I needed an escape from, but it didn't happen often. I was much more dom than sub and my own submissive wouldn't see me submit to anyone. On the rare occasion I need to find subspace for a while, I went to Gabe and he helped me escape the memories of my alcoholic father who used me as his fuck toy then turned around and blamed me for enticing him when I’d been a mere child.
After sipping my first glass, I requested another one as the room-ful of guests was kept waiting for the newly weds to appear. I didn't have anywhere else to go, but my mind was filled with all the different things I had planned for Alix when we got to the club later. There was no mistake that I'd get her to the club after the wedding was over. She wouldn't get away without getting her punishment that night.
A bit of chatting with the other people at the bar and I got a few new contacts that might be in need of my services, as well as handing out a couple of my cards. Weddings always brought out the sappy feelings in everyone, but they also made everyone reassess their relationships, so they worked perfectly for me.
Finally the newly weds showed up and I was graced with a glimpse of Alix along with the other party planner. They stood toward the back of the room, directing the staff walking around offering bite-size appetizers between handling a feuding couple, who were quietly ushered out of the ballroom without drawing much notice. I didn't waste time; as soon as I could give my personal congratulations to the couple, I did so and left.
Returning to my suite, I tore off the suffocating tux and changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, then immediately headed to the club. Alix would be tied up for a bit, but so would I getting things ready for her. I sent her a text telling her to let me know when she was done with work because I had plans for her. I didn't get a reply, but I knew she wouldn't disappoint me.
It was two hours later when I finally got a reply from her saying she was on the way to the club.
Good little submissive. I didn't even have to tell her what to do, but she'd known what I wanted. Settling in the room off my play room, I waited for her to arrive and sent her a message saying I was waiting. It didn't take long before I saw on the computer screen in front of me that she'd entered the changing room. Watching her undress was always a treat because she didn't know I was watching. It gave me a special little thrill knowing I got to see her at her most unprotected.
She'd worn a pair of black thigh-high panty hose along with black lacy panties and bra. That wasn't what she had on earlier so she must've had a change of panties in her car, or perhaps she'd gone home. Either way, she'
d changed specially for me. Put on sexy lingerie just for me.
Licking my lips, I watched as she stepped into the main room and knelt down on her spot. I stood and entered the room and walked right to her before wrapping the blindfold around her head.
"How'd you know I was waiting for you here?" I asked out of curiosity as I tightened the knot on the blindfold.
"I knew you'd want to punish me for what I said earlier. Plus, I hoped you would bring me here to let me get release after teasing me at work." She lifted her chin as if she could see me through the blindfold, but I knew she couldn't. "I've ached for you since then. My panties were so soaked I had to change them."
"Or you could've gone without any." I smirked, dragging a finger over her cheek.
"I'd have been leaking down my thighs. I don't think I could handle that kind of embarrassment." Her face turned pink as she shook her head slightly.
"You just changed your panties? Here I was hoping you'd worn the whole set for me." I hooked a finger through a bra strap and pulled it off her shoulder before doing the same to the other.
"I hadn't planned on seeing you today, sir. Otherwise, I would've worn my garters. I know that you like those." A small smile curled her lips.
"I do, Precious. Very much so. I like this set too. You wear it very well." I rubbed my thumb over her juicy bottom lip that was begging to be kissed. Instead I stepped back. "Take off the bra."
She reached behind and unhooked the bra before slipping it off her arms and letting it fall in front of her knees. Her breasts were bare and beautiful as they jiggled slightly from being released from their prison.
I adjusted my cock and smiled. It was time to play.
Chapter 15
Alix
By the time the wedding was over, I had melted into my chair behind my desk. I knew Master was going to want me to meet him for my comment in the closet. I couldn’t help it. That thought had entered my mind many times since I’d met him. He seemed attracted to me, but unwilling to do anything about it. Boy, his reaction hadn’t been what I’d expected. I would’ve at least let him give me a nice orgasm before saying it if I’d thought he’d stop right away. Since my big mouth had shot off, I had to deal with wet panties and a needy pussy the rest of the wedding. It was miserable.
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