This Was Meant To Be: BWWM Romance

by Ellie Etienne

  “Remember how last time I told you that things had been moving too fast?” she asked as she put on a pair of oven mitts. She pulled out the baking tin and placed in on the counter. “Things with Deacon might have not worked out but that was him. He was scum and Alex is the total complete opposite of Deacon.”

  She was now arranging the pieces of sausage on the vegetables.

  “It’s not just that, it’s also…” Emily’s words trailed off. She wanted to tell her the real reason why she was holding back. But to do that, she had to expose Alex’s dark side. “Before I give everything to him I just…I guess I would like to know that he can also do the same for me,” she added.

  April put the baking tin back into the oven and turned to look at her.

  “What are you talking about? I’ve known Alex for a very long time and even when we were kids, I could tell that you were more important to him more than anything in the world,” she said as she took a long sip from her glass.

  “I know that he cares…I do,” Emily pointed out.

  “Then what’s the big deal?”

  “If I tell you, you can never talk about it to anyone. Not even to Jake,” she said in a soft voice. April nodded. “April I’m serious right now. You can never tell anyone. Not even your therapist,” she added and April frowned.

  “What makes you think I'm going to be in therapy any time soon?”

  “You do take a lot of stress at work and you are dating a lawyer. That combination is going to lead straight to therapy someday,” Emily said.

  April’s brow creased.

  “What is the big secret?” she asked.

  Emily still wasn’t sure she could completely trust April but then she remembered just how many secrets her cousin had kept for her over the years. She was not just her cousin, she was also her best friend. She took a long deep breath and then took a long sip of her wine.

  “Alex has this…fetish,” she started. April was surprised, Emily could tell by the way her eyes suddenly got huge. “He told me about it and at first I was surprised but I've come to like it….love it even. But he is holding back on me. I still haven’t seen him, the real him,” she explained. April put her glass down and looked at her.

  “Wait, when you say fetish, what do you mean exactly. Because I kind of have an idea, thanks to E.L. James and all,” April said as she looked at Emily.

  “Ropes, cuffs, whips, the works. But I haven’t seen it all because he won’t let me see it all. And I would like to know that he at least trusts me enough to give me each and every part of him,” Emily said. “How can I just give him my heart if he can’t even do this one thing for me?”

  April circled her index finger on the rim of her glass. “Have you asked him to?”

  “I most definitely have,” she said matter of factly.

  April looked at her and leaned forward.

  “Okay, before I say this I must say that I am not trying to sound negative or anything but,” she paused and took a sip of her wine. “These two situations hardly seem the same,” she said as she looked at Emily.

  “April you know me. I have only ever told one man what I truly felt for him and that ended badly. I promised myself that I wouldn’t let myself get that invested in anyone unless he invests in me too,” Emily explained.

  “Invest?” April echoed.

  “Yes, invest. I need to know that I can at least answer a personal question about him before anything happens,” Emily explained.

  April looked at her for a long time before she smiled.

  “Then don’t rush. When it happens, it will happen,” she said. “So, how is that salad coming along?” she asked in a bid to change the topic. Emily looked at the salad bowl in front of her and sighed as she tossed it.

  “Do you have any kind of preference with the dressing?” she asked without looking up.

  “I’ll get it,” April said as she walked to the refrigerator. She came back holding a bottle of vinaigrette. “Don’t go crazy with that,” she said.

  *****

  By the time Emily left the office on Friday evening, she was feeling pumped. She walked to the parking lot and looked at her phone. She was already fifteen minutes late and it was raining cats and dogs. She got into her car and buckled herself in. She started the engine and backed out silently cursing at the fact that she had chosen to change back at her office rather than at the venue.

  She had barely pulled out of the parking lot when her phone rang. She looked at it and sighed when she saw that it was her boss. He obviously wanted to know where she was. She reached for her earpiece and put it in her ear before she answered her phone.

  “Adrian, hey,” she said as she stepped on the gas pedal. She was going as fast as she could hoping that she didn’t get a ticket.

  “Where are you, Carter?” he asked.

  “A few minutes away. I just got on the interstate so it shouldn’t be too long now,” Emily said.

  “Well, your clients are getting antsy. So hurry up,” Adrian said before he hung up. She had her new clients’ launch party that evening and a Skype call with yet another client had taken longer than she had hoped for. She quickly dialed Cadence as she turned off the interstate onto a street on her left.

  “Cadence, how is everything going there?” she asked. She was now exactly four minutes away.

  “Good but I have done all the stalling I can. You need to get here. Fast,” Cadence said.

  “Don't worry. I’m approaching the hotel gate now. Meet me upfront,” she said as she drove to the valet parking. As soon as she got there, she couldn’t get out of the car fast enough. “Thank you,” she said when one of the valets took her keys. She pulled her dress up and walked up the stairs just as Cadence came running out.

  “Whoa. I feel grossly underdressed,” Emily said when she saw Cadence’s black shiny bandage dress and black peep toe heels.

  “Don’t sell yourself short. Your dress is perfect,” Cadence said as she walked around and stood behind Emily. “Except for this,” she started as she straightened her curls that had been misplaced by the wind.

  “Better?” Emily asked.

  “Great. Actually, perfect,” Cadence said with a smile. “Come on, everyone’s waiting,” she added as she took her hand and led her into the hotel. The two walked past the hotel lobby and into the ball room where the function was being held.

  “Isn’t this a bit too much for a retail store?” Emily asked as they walked in.

  “Oh by the way, there is something you need to know,” Cadence said. She was about to say something when Emily heard a familiar voice behind her. She turned around and came face to face with Alex. She looked at him confused.

  “Alex…what are you doing here? Or is the CEO also a close personal friend like last time?”

  Alex smiled and kissed her cheek gently.

  “The retail line being launched is actually under Brewer Enterprises,” he said.

  She looked at him confused.

  “That was what I was trying to tell you,” Cadence said.

  Emily turned to look at her assistant. “Wait. You knew about this?”

  “I only found out this morning,” Cadence pointed out quickly.

  “I thought you were more of a software kind of guy…Silicon Valley and everything,” Emily said when she turned to look at him. Alex picked a glass of champagne from one of the waiters walking by.

  “I was. I still am. It was just a favor I did for someone.” He took a sip of his champagne. “I had no idea that you were working on this,” he added.

  “It’s not like we get to talk about work when we’re together,” she said and Alex smiled at her. Cadence cleared her throat loudly.

  “Before this gets any more awkward, I have to drag my boss away seeing as her clients are over there wondering where their stock manager is,” Cadence said before she pulled Emily away.

  *****

  Alex had a smile on his lips as he watched Cadence drag Emily away. He took a long sip of his wine. He was
still looking at Emily when he suddenly felt someone tap his shoulder. He turned around and suddenly felt like it was a mistake coming here. He was looking at the very woman Emily had been so jealous about.

  “Marisol,” he said as he looked at the woman with the longer than long legs. She had on the shortest dress he had ever seen.

  “Alex. Fancy meeting you here,” she said.

  Alex forced out a smile.

  “Really? It shouldn’t be that much of a coincidence since this is one of my companies,” he said as he looked at her. She looked at him and flipped her long luxurious cherry blonde hair over her shoulder.

  “Well, I didn’t know that much, now. Did I?” she asked.

  “Somehow I feel like that is a huge possibility,” he said.

  She smiled, showing off those perfect veneers.

  “I guess seeing the article about you did a lot. Besides, I was in New York a few days ago for the launch of a friend’s clothing line. I thought it would be a good idea to just come over and check in with you,” she said as she put her finger up signaling one of the waiters to walk over to where she was. She took a glass of champagne and took a sip. “Nice choice of wine,” she said as she looked at Alex.

  “How sure are you that I was the one who picked it out?” he asked.

  “No one would choose to serve Dom Perignon to two hundred people,” she said.

  Alex nodded and took a sip of his own wine.

  “Trust me, it’s a purely coincidental,” he said. He turned to look at Emily who was still busy chatting up her clients.

  “So, apparently you are into full figured women nowadays, Or as I like calling them, fat women,” she said.

  “So that is why you came out here,” he said.

  “You just suddenly disappeared and no one knew where you were. I even ran into that Russian weirdo you dated last year at the Hamptons and even she didn’t know where you had taken off to.” Marisol took a long sip of her champagne. “And then I come to find out that you left me for some normal chick? Seriously?” This time, she chugged down the contents of her glass and signaled another waiter.

  “Don’t you think you should pace yourself?” he asked.

  “Will I have you back if I do?” she asked. She shook her head and began taking big sips from her new glass.

  “Marisol, you better leave. I don’t want an incident here,” he said in a stern but soft voice. He began walking away but she took his hand and pulled him back.

  “Alex, please…don’t walk away from me,” she begged.

  “What do you want Marisol?”

  “You. I want you, master,” she said in a soft voice.

  “That will never happen. I told you once before, what we had was just a fling and it’s long been over,” he said. He didn’t see it, but Emily was walking up to where he and Marisol were.

  “Master,” Marisol said and Alex yanked her hand away.

  “Alex?” Emily said making Alex turn around.

  He had never felt more awkward than he did at that moment.

  “Emily. You know Marisol Philips and Marisol, this is my girlfriend, Emily Carter,” he said as he slipped an arm around her waist.

  “Girlfriend? You never acknowledged me as such,” Marisol said.

  “That’s because you never deserved it,” Alex said before he led Emily away.

  “It was nice to meet you,” Emily called out but she wasn’t sure Marisol heard her.

  When they got to the hotel lobby, Alex looked at her and kissed her deeply,

  “What was that for?” she asked.

  “What you want me to do, I will do it.”

  “What changed your mind?” she asked as she looked at him.

  “A brush with my past. A reminder of what I had instead of you,” he held the side of her face. “I never want to lose what I have with you,” he said in a soft voice.

  She smiled as she stood on tiptoe to kiss him.

  “So, what is going to happen now? How does this work?” she asked.

  “First you need to know what you are in for. So, you pick a day and we are going to do it,” he said.

  “Do what exactly?” she asked.

  “Visit a dungeon. I know of a few exclusive ones in town. So, privacy shouldn’t be a problem,” he said. She looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

  “A dungeon?” she asked surprised.

  “You want me to fully unravel myself before you and you need to be fully aware of what you are in for,” he said. A smile played on the sides of her mouth before she nodded.

  “Okay,” she said softly.

  Chapter 6

  Saying that Emily was nervous as they walked onto the property would have been a huge understatement. Alex looked at her and it was almost like he could see the fear in her eyes.

  “We are only here to watch, Emily. Nothing is going to happen tonight. Especially not in here,” he said in a soft voice as the receptionists looked at them. She flashed them a smile and Emily could not help but notice the excessive makeup she had on. The smoky eye was a little too much, matter of fact, Emily thought, if her eyes would have been any smokier, she would have most probably died of carbon monoxide poisoning. Emily smiled at the crazy thought she had just had.

  “Good evening sir, madam,” the woman said. “What are we in for today?” she asked.

  “I called in earlier for the voyeur special,” Alex said. “Kane Brewer,” he said again.

  Emily looked at him.

  “Kane Brewer? Who the hell is Kane?” she wondered.

  “Of course Mr. Brewer,” the woman said as she stood up. Emily almost gasped when she saw what the receptionist was wearing. She was in a lace up vinyl PVC corset and black leather hot pants. She had a pair of thigh high six inch boots and her hair, Emily decided, was most likely a wig since it was just too perfect and way too full.

  The first thing that caught Emily’s eye when they finally got behind closed doors was the number of people in what she would term as a very hard compromise.

  People were in all leather outfits, some with just an opening at the mouth so they wouldn’t suffocate. It was all new for her. But when she saw a woman so tightly bound that her skin was bruised, she was taken aback.

  Emily was breathing hard as she looked at the woman. She had heard of extreme bondage before but this seemed to be a little over the top. Heck, the woman looked like she was in so much pain. Scratch that, it didn’t look like she was in so much pain. She knew for a fact that she was in pain. The way she was bound, the harsh tight straps would have made anyone scream. There were all kind of things she never thought possible. Everything was bound even the few parts of the body Emily had long considered sacred.

  Her nipples were in, what Alex explained, nipple clamps. Her legs were spread so wide Emily thought the possibility of her getting a tear in her nether area was imminent. Her once alabaster skin was now almost completely crimson thanks to the flogging she had received for God knows how long. There were more people watching, almost ten, most of them partially dressed. Emily understood why when she saw them actively participating.

  “But there are so many of them,” she thought as she looked at the men ganging up on the one woman. She was finding it difficult to understand why anyone would want to be fucked by this many people.

  “Did she ask for this?” she whispered to Alex who nodded. “But why?” she wondered.

  “Sometimes people have the craziest fantasies,” he said in a low voice.

  By this time the woman had all her holes stuffed. She had a cock deep down her throat, another up her pussy and one in her ass and none of the men were taking it easy on her. Emily couldn’t understand why or how anyone would want this done to them. Alex took her hand in his and gave her a reassuring squeeze. He could feel her discomfort.

  “Come on. There is so much more to see,” he said as he led her out of the room. They walked past a number of rooms before they stood at the entrance of another room. This time, it was a man on the receiving end. He w
as bound as if there was no tomorrow. He couldn’t even have farted if he tried to. The woman, the dominatrix had her crotch over him.

  “Oh holy….is she…peeing?” she wondered as she looked at the bright yellow golden stream coming from the woman and into the man’s mouth. “That’s just disgusting!” she thought as they walked to another room only to find two men urinating on a woman kneeling on the floor. “What the fuck? Is it open season with the peeing or is today just my lucky day?”

  “We’re almost there,” Alex said in a whisper.

  “I hope no one is peeing on anyone there,” she said.

  “It’s called a golden shower,” he smiled as he looked at her.

  “What is?”

  “The peeing…as you call it. It’s called a golden shower,” he explained.

  “Well, it’s disgusting.” She made sure she whispered her words as she spoke them. She would have hated to offend anyone in that weird dungeon.

  “Remember, she asked for it,” he said in a whisper as they approached another door. He looked at her and smiled. “This is why we are really here,” he said as he opened the door and stepped aside for her to enter.

  This room was different. It didn’t look like they had walked into something. It was like they were early for the party. There was a curtain in the middle of the room concealing something behind it. Emily felt like she was attending some Broadway show or an opera. Alex led her to a seat at the back of the room, she thought that those were the greatest seats in the room given they had such a great view. But then again, it was not like they were in a ten thousand capacity stadium either. Emily could feel her heart beating hard with excitement when the curtain began slowly rising to reveal a beautiful brunette blindfolded, bound and gagged. Even with the extreme situation at hand, Emily couldn’t help but think it was the most beautiful sight she had ever beheld. It might have been her beautifully pale skin against the red velvet covering of the chair she was bound to.

  Just then a man walked in wearing only a pair of slacks. He was barefoot and until then, Emily had never thought she had ever known a man with more perfect abs than Alex. He slowly walked around the woman and ran his finger down the side of her face. The woman shivered lightly as the man stood there taking each bound breast in his hands. It was evident that he was not squeezing her breasts or applying any kind of pressure but Emily could tell that the woman was in pain. She was wincing and writhing but the tight restraints were all too much for her. She could hardly breathe properly let alone move. The man walked over to one side of the room and came back holding a cat-o-nine tail whip. He walked to the furthest corner of the room and steadied his grip before he struck her thigh. The whack was loud and Emily would have expected to hear a loud scream or groan…anything but the woman was surprisingly quiet. She only whimpered. The man did it again and again. It seemed to be forever before the woman finally made any kind of sound. Emily had counted at least seven strikes of the cat-o-nines before the man walked up to the woman. He undid the ball gag and pushed down his sweat pants to reveal one of the biggest cocks Emily had ever seen. She stifled a gasp as the man presented his cock to her mouth.