Raven's Seduction

by M T Stone

  “Pain, pleasure, and humiliation all go together around here,” he said flatly, as he reached for my hand to help me down from the table. “I wanted you to know exactly what you are getting into.”

  “So what happens now, if I want to bail on this whole deal?”

  “You pay me $500 for tonight’s session and you take both masters along with the copyrights,” he replied in a business-like tone.

  “This is just a game to you, isn’t it?” I asked, suddenly feeling a little dejected.

  “It’s far from a game. This is my livelihood,” he said, turning deadly serious once again. “Before I met Carter, I was up shit creek without a paddle.”

  “And now you’re rich because of all of this?”

  “Yes. I’ll make over half of a million this year. If you decide to come onboard and we release tonight’s performance, we could each make twenty five to thirty grand on the next live show.”

  “That much for an hour of work?” I gasped.

  “Tonight was pure gold, Raven. You’re an amateur, and we have great chemistry, so people will eat that shit up,” he said with a definite glimmer in his eyes. “The first two videos we’ve made together would blow up if we released them. After that, if members wanted to see more, they would have to pay to watch each new session live.”

  “How much could I make from eight live shows?”

  “Anywhere from two fifty to three hundred thousand for the whole set.”

  “That’s incredible, but then what?”

  “After you make it through the ten levels, you can continue to do guest appearances or you can become one of us.” He smirked.

  “A dominatrix?”

  “Yeah, something like that. You can start your own show, just like Sapphire and Sable. Choose whatever theme turns you on.”

  “I’m going to have to think all of this over. Where are my clothes?”

  “They are still in the car. Slip on your shoes and I’ll walk you out.” He smirked once again.

  “You love embarrassing me, don’t you?” He is lucky he’s so damn sexy.

  “I love the fact that you can take it,” he replied, hanging onto me while I strapped on my heels. “I thought for sure I would lose you.”

  “What makes you think you haven’t?”

  “The fact that you’re still speaking to me in a rational tone.”

  “You really have a devilish grin,” I told him as I popped the second heel into place. “Are you going to grab your clothes?”

  “I suppose I should grab them, but it’s a nice night for boxers.”

  Sure, he just wants to torment me some more with those killer pecs and abs. I might have to try turning the tables on him. As we walked down the corridor, I heard the screams of another woman in distress. I immediately recognized that it was Amber’s voice. We were definitely going to have a lot to talk about at Sunday morning coffee.

  Chapter 11

  Gunner

  Walking her to the car, amidst the echoes of other subs enjoying a distressful evening, I knew I had her full attention. Between the extreme orgasms and the promise of big bucks, there was no way she could walk away from all of it.

  “You should take the week to really think things over,” I suggested, downplaying my confidence.

  “Yeah, especially if Carter is involved,” she replied still seeming a bit out of it.

  As we re-entered the limo, she once again took the spot in the middle of the back seat. I was rather surprised that she didn’t immediately grab her clothes, but simply crossed her legs and sat back instead.

  “Aren’t you going to get dressed?”

  “There’s no rush. Like you said it’s a gorgeous evening,” she replied with a content sex-kitten look on her face.

  “Look who’s suddenly an exhibitionist.” I ran my fingers along her left thigh, just to tease her a bit.

  “You surprised me tonight with that tongue of yours,” she cooed, tracing her fingertips along the curve of my chin.

  “Yeah, I was a little out of bounds there. I’m going to hear it from Carter later on. That’s not something that normally occurs in level two.”

  “It may have been out of bounds, but it was spectacular,” she replied while trailing her fingers down my chest and abdomen, coming to rest on my package. “Hey, it’s getting hard again!”

  I shifted in the seat, pulling back from her hand.

  “It has to be a little frustrating… providing all this incredible pleasure with no release of your own,” she teased, once again running her fingers across my aching bulge.

  “I think we better get dressed before I end up losing my job. Toby reports everything back to Carter,” I whispered.

  “The window is up. I don’t think he can even see us,” she said showing some persistence.

  “Nothing can happen in here. What starts in the dungeon…”

  “I know… stays in the dungeon,” she interrupted. “You guys have way too many rules.”

  She ran her hand down my leg on her way to retrieve her dress. I had to suppress a sigh as she slipped her panties over her high heels and began to glide them up her outstretched legs.

  “What level do we have to get to before you get to come?” she asked as she lifted her ass and coerced them into place.

  “It’s normally level six or seven depending on what the sub wants.”

  “Wow, really? So even if I sign the contract, it will be more than a month before I get a crack at this thing?” she asked, petting my bulge as if it was a furry little critter.

  “How do you figure that?” She can’t be serious.

  “I’m only free every other weekend, so it will be five more weeks before we reach level six. I remember you saying something the other night about not working Sundays,” she gave me one more little pat before turning for her purse.

  “Yeah, I guess you’re right. That’s a long time.”

  “Here is five hundred for tonight. I’ll think things over and get back to you in a week or so,” she said nonchalantly.

  I really wanted to grab those panties and rip them right back off, but instead I helped her with her dress.

  “We’re three blocks from the Excelsior,” Toby informed us as he began to lower the divider.

  Shit... I would give anything to fuck the daylights out of her right now.

  “What was that?” she asked as she collected the rest of her things.

  “I didn’t say anything.”

  “You didn’t have to buddy, that throbbing dick of yours is doing the talking for you.” She laughed and shook her head.

  That’s it! I’ve got to put my pants back on.

  “Alright, here is your stop,” I said in an attempt to regain control of the situation. “I’ll see you in a couple of weeks. If you decide to go for the next level that is.”

  “I’m still pissed that Carter was there,” she said with a little fire reigniting in her eyes. “If I sign that contract, he’s not laying as much as a finger on me.”

  “He won’t be happy about that. He was damn near salivating when I went down on you.”

  “I’m serious, Gunner. You have to promise me that you will keep that creepy old bastard away from me or we are done here,” she replied much more loudly than she should have.

  “Did you hear that, Toby?” I shouted, giving Raven a glare. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll have a talk with him if you decide to come onboard. He doesn’t seem to bother Sapphire or Sable, so I wouldn’t worry about it.”

  “I’m holding you to that. I quit one job because of him and I’ll do it again,” she replied as she nudged me to open the door.

  “I love your feistiness.” I pushed the hair out of her face and looked into those gorgeous hazel eyes. I really wanted to give her a kiss right there, but I could see Toby gawking in the rear view mirror. “I look forward to hearing your decision.”

  “Goodbye,” she smiled before taking off toward the main entrance of the hotel.

  I stood there for a moment, ju
st watching her as she walked away. There was a feeling in my chest that I hadn’t felt in years. It was an uncomfortable tightness that even made my stomach a little queasy. What the fuck? As she reached for the door handle to enter the hotel, she looked back and caught me gawking. She gave me a beautiful, knowing smile before disappearing through the glass doors.

  “Is everything okay, sir?” Toby asked as I got back in the limo.

  “Yes, everything is fine, Toby. I’ll have a talk with Mr. Randolph in the morning.”

  I’ll be fucked if I keep heading down this road. I can’t let it become so personal.

  Raven

  As I released the door handle and made my way into the hotel lobby, my tough façade immediately gave way. My hands began to tremble and a flood of emotions that I had been holding back suddenly overwhelmed me. Jesus, not here. I fought back the tears that were desperately trying to burst forth from my eyes. What is wrong with me? I found a place to sit down and felt like I was losing my mind as I tried to rationalize my sudden outburst of feelings. I must have overloaded my nervous system or something. Then it occurred to me that the brush with Carter was what had brought all of the negative feelings to the surface. Those were the same feelings that had provided the fuel for me to succeed on my own. After being suppressed for years; they were once again coming to the forefront.

  I pushed my hands along my sides, attempting to straighten out my wrinkled dress as an older couple walked by, casting their judgment upon me. I probably look like a hooker. I pulled a compact from my purse to touch up my makeup. Good God! I look like a fucking train wreck. I’ll just have to take the walk of shame through the lobby to get my car. I don’t know why I decided to park in the ramp.

  “Are you alright?” the valet asked as I gave him my ticket.

  “I’m fine. It’s just been a long night.” I looked off into the distance avoiding eye contact. Please don’t ask any questions. I just want to go home.

  As I stood there waiting for my car, I heard my phone buzz in my purse. I knew it would be a message from Gunner. Tears wet the corners of my eyes just at the thought of what he had to say. I can’t let myself fall in love with this guy. I just can’t. This whole situation is a fucked up mess. I glanced down at the screen and pulled up his message.

  Gunner: I knew you were strong, but you fucking amaze me. BMM

  Me: BMM? Beating My Meat?

  Gunner: LMFAO! No, you Blew My Mind! But yes, I might have to BMM, too!

  “You look much better with a smile,” the valet said as he opened the car door and motioned for me to get in.

  “Thank you.” I was still smiling when I drove out of the ramp. I’m so witty sometimes.

  ~~~

  After a long, hot shower, I once again found myself lying in bed staring at the ceiling. The emotional meltdown from earlier hadn’t completely subsided, but it seemed to be balanced out by the left over sex hormones that were still floating through my system. I was a little shocked that I hadn’t heard from Amber. I knew it had to be her that was in the next room. She’s probably waiting until morning to text me. I’ll bet she’s staring at the ceiling, too. Going through such a drastic change so quickly would’ve been enough to twist anyone’s brain. Until two days ago, we had both been bored shitless, dying to inject some excitement into our stagnant lives. But this had been such a dramatic shift that I wasn’t really sure whether or not I could handle it.

  The pit in my stomach began to grow once again as I thought about Gunner and the horror that I would endure if anyone found out about my excursions to the dungeon. Why am I so afraid of what people would think? After all, if I made hundreds of thousands from doing it, I wouldn’t need to worry about my business reputation.

  Then a newspaper headline flashed through my head: Former Real Estate Superstar Turns Porn Star! I immediately knew that was one of the reasons why I was feeling so emotionally disjointed. A number of my biggest deals had made headlines during the real estate crash and I had no desire for any more negative publicity. Whoever said, “All publicity is good publicity,” was either a complete idiot or had never been at the receiving end of bad publicity.

  Gunner definitely rocked my world, but to him it was simply a good paying job. I knew that I was in danger of falling for a male porn star, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself. He was not my normal pursuit; in fact, I had always found male strippers to be a little creepy instead of sexy. I nearly died when one sat on my lap at my bachelorette party. The rest of the evening, I had a strong urge to go home and take a shower. Gunner is different, though. It seemed as if he had gotten into the business purely because of financial pressures. It hadn’t been because he wanted to be a slut. He was just another victim of the financial crisis. At least that’s what I tried to tell myself.

  After tonight, though, I had another point of contention… Carter Randolph. He had cornered me at the firm’s Christmas party when I worked there. He basically told me that unless I was willing to sleep with him, I wouldn’t stand a chance in the real estate world. I had previously made it clear that I had no desire to sleep with him, so in desperation had resorted to threats. I was so upset at the time that I didn’t sleep for a week.

  After graduating from college I quickly realized that he had blackballed me. I couldn’t get an interview or even a returned phone call. Thankfully, a friend of my father’s was a real estate broker and he agreed to give me a chance. It was a good decision on his part, as I brought a ton of business to the table. That’s when I learned that there is no greater fuel for success than anger and revenge. I can’t believe I’ve run into him again. What are the odds? If I’m going to have to put up with him on an ongoing basis, it will definitely be a deal breaker.

  Sunday Morning

  Gunner

  This is ridiculous, I thought as I woke up obsessing about Raven once again. There had only been one other sub in the past three years who had piqued my interest and that one was purely physical. She was one of the few who had completed all ten levels before disappearing, never to be seen or heard from again. I still thought about her from time to time, but there had never been any point in trying to find her. All subs were off-limits, so unless she came back to the dungeon, I had to write her off.

  Sapphire had initially intrigued me as well, with her vibrant personality and incredible sexual appetite. She had rocked my world as she took me through my ten levels of training, but she was the consummate dominatrix. No one would ever steal her heart. If she ever does settle down, it will probably be with another woman. She claimed to be bisexual, but in practice, she strongly favored working with females. I wonder what Amber thought of her first session?

  I told Sapphire to reach out to her after I received the text from Raven. I’m sure Amber had expected to hear back from one of us guys, but Sapphire had a way of convincing otherwise straight ladies to take a walk on the wild side. She either loved it or we will never see her again. If she loved it, Raven’s odds of sticking around will increase as well.

  After a few more moments of contemplation, I decided to send Sapphire a text.

  Me: Did things work out with your new sub last night?

  After several minutes of waiting, I heard back from her.

  Sapphire: You know me… blew her fuckin’ mind!

  Me: Thought so, we heard her all the way down the corridor.

  Sapphire: Yeah, she’s a screamer!

  Me: So she’ll be back?

  Sapphire: I hope so. She’s fun.

  I hope so, too. Raven will be much more apt to make it if she has her best friend going through the levels with her. Once subs get past level six, things get increasingly kinkier and emotionally taxing. The last few levels are actually more psychologically challenging than they are physically demanding. In order to make it, she is going to need some support and reassurance.

  Reality began to sink in, though, as I thought about how many girls had come and gone in the past years and how few had ever made it to the top. It’s definitely a rar
e breed. It will take a small miracle for her to make it to level ten.

  Chapter 12

  Raven

  When my phone buzzed in the early morning hours, I knew it had to be Amber. I blinked several times trying to gain my focus. I don’t feel like I’ve slept at all. When my eyes finally adapted¸ I saw that her message was short and to the point.

  Amber: Coffee! Now!!!

  Me: Is everything ok?