“No, David, I don’t approach a sub when she is with her Dom. She isn’t your sub. In fact, you could both be kicked off the show if they find out that you two are out on a date.”
“We aren’t on a date; this is business!”
“Point taken, David! You have no authority over her, but she is open season for the rest of us here and I don’t plan on anyone getting to know her but me. I have no problem telling you outright that I have set my sights on her and there isn’t a damn thing you or anyone else can do about it.”
With that, Greg turns and goes back to the flogging at hand.
Even though I’m pissed that these two are talking about me like I’m not in the room, I am shocked by Greg’s brazen behavior. He doesn’t strike me as the type to be a trouble maker so there must be bad blood between these two.
I have no intentions of getting in the middle of some Dom war. I certainly don’t appreciate being viewed as if I’m some sort of commodity. No one has even taken into consideration how I might feel about all of this. I have no intentions of subjecting myself to either one of these men.
They are both going to learn that you can’t always get what you want. I assume that is a hard lesson for men such as these two—men who are used to getting whatever they want, whenever they want it.
What’s the deal with these guys? Competing over me as if I am some door prize is anything but flattering. They’re both setting themselves up to get a healthy dose of reality. I have no problem with setting them straight and that is exactly what I plan to do when the opportunity presents itself.
David all but jerks my arm out of socket as he pulls me away and down into a darkened hallway.
He pins me on to the wall as he slams both hands on either side of my head. We are almost touching noses we are so close. “You listen to me and you listen to me good, girl! Stay. The. Fuck. Away. From. Greg. Or. Any. Other. Dom.”
He is so close I can see sparks of yellow in his hazel eyes, firing off the anger he is experiencing.
“I’m waiting for you to answer me,” he hisses.
Just then, I start to hear voices coming down the hallway and he must see the panic on my face because he pulls me into one of the playrooms and latches the door.
He pushes me over to a circular bed, walking me backwards until I push against it, and making my knees buckle so I automatically sit. One more poke at my chest with his finger has me laying back and he quickly straddles me. As he sits there looking down on me, he jerks his coat off and rolls his up sleeves.
To be honest, the man has me overwhelmed in a matter of moments.
My mind flashes back to all the internet pics that I have seen while doing research and this guy fits the bill. The only problem is that the same things that turn me on when I see them are turning me on now.
The strong forearms, the rolled up sleeves on a man’s dress shirt, the watch, the hands—I can handle them all but nothing prepares me for the element of danger this man is exhibiting right now. I can feel the ‘Alpha’ intensity rolling off of him and permeating the room. He is mad. He is acting like some wild animal that is staking a claim.
“David, David,” I try to soothe him with my voice. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”
He never answers, just glares at me as he pops one of my tits over my dress and begins running the pad of his thumb over it.
“I can’t do this, David. You’re part of the show. You are supposed to be going after one of the contestants, not the producer.”
He leans down and pins my wrists to the bed, crashing his mouth down over mine. He begins to take kisses. He isn’t just kissing me; he is taking my mouth.
His mouth leaves a trail of heat as it works over my upper body. He is sucking, licking, and biting down on my neck and chest until he arrives at my peaked nipple. He sucks roughly and then begins to lightly flick his tongue over my hardened nipple.
My body moves as if I have no say so in the matter. He pulls at my dress and eyes my garters and hose. A look of accusation on his face confirms the words that he speaks. “You little cock tease!”
He drops beside the bed, moving my g-string over, and licks over my slit as he pulls up on my pussy and forces my clit out of hiding. He looks up at me through his hooded eyes and speaks, “There is only one way to make you mine…”
He aggressively pulls my slit apart and slips two fingers in, pumping and thrusting, as he sucks and licks my clit until he pulls orgasm after orgasm from my body. By the time he is finished, I lay there in a heap with my eyes closed.
The last thing I remember him doing is grabbing me by a fistful of hair and growling in my ear, “Stay the fuck away from any other man. My driver is out front. Get your shit together and go home!”
I quickly grab my stuff and all but run from the room, still in the afterglow of orgasm. Everything is happening so fast it is leaving me in a state of what the fuck just happened. He basically came in and assaulted my senses, leaving me overwhelmed.
I have never experienced a man this intense. Every time I come up with a logical plan to resist his advances, it shatters when I am face to face with him. This is not how I pictured this so called meeting.
All I care about is getting out of here as quickly as possible so I can process what the fuck just happened and come up with a plan to resist this guy getting into my system—one that works. I almost trip over my feet running from the room to make my way to the car.
David
I make my way out to the playroom and savagely grab Sandy by her hair, pull her over to a spanking bench, and strap her down. In a matter of seconds, a crowd begins to form.
I’m known for my aggressive and intense scenes and I always draw a crowd because of it. It takes a certain kind of sub to handle the intensity that I dish out.
I only play with subs who fall into a fetish of ‘consensual non-consent.’ Sandy is one of the few who can handle me when I get into these moods, wanting to degrade and humiliate, and tonight I am fit to be tied.
I lean down and snarl, eye level with Sandy, “The belt is coming off tonight. What does that mean, girl?”
“It means it is getting used, Sir.”
“You’re damn straight that it is!”
The crack of it hitting flesh resounds as onlookers watch in awe. The sound barely hit Sandy’s ears before the white lightning pain hits her ass. I can tell she is in paradise. Twenty lashes later, I’m mercilessly pounding my cock in and out of her, commanding her to come.
I am mad it isn’t the woman I want strapped over that spanking bench. I can tell by the look on her face that Sandy is elated I’m taking it out on her. It works out quite well for the both of us.
I close my eyes, imagining the day it will be Linda, and I explode into the condom that I’m wearing. I take a moment to gain my bearings and dispose of the condom in the proper waste container. I return with baby wipes and gently clean Sandy up.
I lean down and pet her hair as I whisper in her ear, “Such a good girl, you’re such a good girl.” A faint smile crosses her lips. She lives to hear those words. I know she knows that she is only servicing me and I know she knows she will never be my sub. I guess she feels like having a little of me is better than having none of me…
Linda
I wake up the next morning with mixed feelings. What the fuck was I thinking last night when I all but slept with one of the contestants on my show? And my other thought… Damn! I’ve never come that hard.
I know, after last night, that the man is off the chain in his bedroom abilities. The mixture of pure Alpha aggression and him knowing a woman’s body the way that he does, puts any other man that I have ever been sexually involved with to shame!
No wonder they say in studies that people who go to the BDSM side of things never come back. Why would anyone want to come back from a journey that intense? I know that I am going to have to stay away from David, especially after last night.
I am also shocked at the way he reacted to Greg, but lit
tle did I know the issue of Greg is nowhere near settled in David’s mind.
Well, enough thinking about last night’s little escapade. It is time to put my game face on and go to work.
Chapter Eleven
Linda
I make my way over to a high seated stool with coffee and iPad in tow. “Ladies, listen up! This isn’t some ‘besties’ reunion where you come to chit-chat with the girls. This show is about winning Dom Juan over there and the cool million that comes with him. I’m not seeing the level of competition that I need to see.”
I don’t need to turn around to know that David is pissed. I can feel the glare of his eyes permeating anger in my direction. I know that I am taking last night’s bad judgment call out on him, but I can’t help it. As far as I am concerned, he used being in his element last night, against me. All I am doing is returning the favor.
“Need I remind you girls that winning this show can sky-rocket your career?” I take a second and turn, taking the time to glare at David. “You girls had better be getting busy about ‘playing’ in the sandbox with Dom Juan over there. I can hear the level of sarcasm and contempt in my voice as I say the words: Playing and Dom Juan.
I have no intention of being another notch on David’s, or any other Dom’s, whipping belt. What I have learned up to this point of the journey is this: If hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, that goes double for a Dom…
I have no idea how sadistic a disrespected Dom can be, but I am getting ready to find out. It isn’t as though I am purposely being contemptuous; it’s just that, in my mind, he is a player.
I don’t understand that these are consenting adults playing. I see David as a womanizer and I have no intentions of falling prey to an egotistical ass who fucks someone different every night.
I have no idea that under that suit is a true Dom. A lot of subs would give anything to have him. It takes a certain kind of woman to grab David’s attention and though I have captured his, he would never let me run him over in the name of business, or anything else.
I have no intention of letting a man use me and throw me to the side after he is finished. We are both fiercely headstrong in our beliefs and we are both wrong in our assessments of one another.
Chapter Twelve
After my little speech, it didn’t take long at all for the claws to come out. All I have to do is follow the cameras around and listen.
“I hate that Barbie bitch! She follows him around like a little puppy. She acts like she is already collared and leashed.”
“Do you think they hooked up?” the other girl on the balcony quips.
“Please, it’s evident that they have been fucking around. The way that she follows him around is sickening.”
“Well, I’ll be damned if I’m following anyone around like that.”
“That’s because we aren’t ‘subs.’” The girls make sure to whisper it low enough where it won’t be caught on camera.
I find myself feeling two emotions: anger that these girls are trying to use the BDSM lifestyle to get rich and famous, and jealousy that David has been fucking around with Barbie. No matter how I try to wrap my head around why I feel jealous, I can’t figure it out. If I am going to be honest with myself, I will have to admit that I like this guy more than I care to.
Both girls continue laughing and whispering, making sure to eye Barbie so that she will be aware she is the victim of their cruelty. I find my heart going out to Barbie even though I do feel jealousy towards her; no one deserves to be mistreated. I will soon find out Barbie is much stronger than I realize.
“It’s a wrap guys; break for lunch.”
I have made it through half of the day with no run-ins with David. Now, if I can just make it through the next half…
I look up from rubbing my temples at my desk to view David entering my office and quietly locking the door behind him.
Oh shit!
It is clear by the look on his face that he is pissed.
He stands in front of me and gently takes one finger, placing it under my chin, and lifting my face up.
“Look at me.”
Looking at David in this moment is proving to be very difficult. His stern countenance clearly lets me know that he is very displeased.
“I understand you have a job to do but I’m not your punk. I don’t give a fuck about fortune or fame. I have my own reasons for being here.”
With that, he sharply turns and leaves the room. I’m left there wondering why I feel like a five year old child who has just been reprimanded.
Why do I feel bad about being a bitch out in the studio?
I’m not the one fucking a different woman every night; he is. All I’m doing is protecting myself from falling prey to a player.
I was mean about how I approached it when I gave the girls their little pep talk, but I’m pissed David thinks he can have some demanding obsession with me and still fuck whoever he feels like fucking.
Maybe it’s time for me to move past pep talks and do some dating of my own. I’m a firm believer in actions speak louder than words. Maybe it is time for me to show David I mean business instead of just telling him.
Maybe he needs a dose of reality. What better way for him to get it than for me to do exactly what he demanded for me not to do? He has no right telling me what to do and I have every intention of letting him know he can’t bark out orders to me. He can save that for one of his subs—I’m not his sub…
Chapter Thirteen
Linda
I’m sitting on my couch, watching mindless TV and answering an endless sea of e-mails, when I hear the doorbell ring.
I get up and look through the peephole, shocked to see David standing there. I jerk the door open, “What the fuck, David? What are you doing here?”
“I’ve come to give you an ultimatum.”
He continues talking as he pushes his way inside, not giving me a chance to answer.
“You either take the discipline you so desperately need, or I get my lawyer and find some kind of loophole to get out of this joke of a TV show of yours. In fact, if memory serves me correctly, I specifically remember a clause about fraternization!”
“David, I am only trying to light a fire under some of the girls.”
He begins to stalk me, walking towards me until I’m backed into the wall. His breath tickles as he speaks into my ear, but what he says is not amusing in the least. “Either put your big girl panties on and submit to the spanking you deserve, or find yourself another Dom.”
“You can’t be serious!”
“I never joke about discipline.”
Though his voice is no louder than a whisper, his demeanor is dead serious.
I look up at the man standing over me. Why does he have to look so good? His tie has been loosened and the top button on the dress shirt that he wears is unbuttoned. His long layered, dark brown hair has just a tinge of grey at the temples. His thin lips are in a straight line and his hazel eyes are cutting into me without mercy.
He gently leads me by my hand to the bed and tosses me over his knee. The sleep shirt I’m wearing offers no protection from this man I have openly disrespected in front of a room full of people. I am going to pay penance for my offense.
He quickly throws one leg over me and pulls my g-string off. He twists my hair in his fist, pulling my head back and ignoring my kicks and screams.
In one swift lightning move, his hand begins to strike my ass over and over. White hot pain sears my tender skin as I sob and scream, “I’m sorry” over and over to no avail.
Just when I think I can take no more, his manicured hand softly runs over the marks he has created. He gently pinches at my inner thigh and my legs instinctively fly open.
“So fucking wet!” he growls as his fingers play in the folds of my now swollen pussy.
I listen to myself as a woman I don’t know whines and raises her ass up to meet the hands that just disciplined her. It is as if I am standing outside of my body watching some other
woman. David has brought out a side of me that I have never known.
His hands play in my folds until he brings me right to the point of coming and then he stops.
He picks me up and lays me on the bed and I look away as he undresses. I feel him take a handkerchief and place it at my nose. “Blow.”
I blow and then look away, still too embarrassed and angry to deal with him right now.
He straddles me, seating himself over me and begins running his hard cock up and down my slit. “Look at me!” he growls from somewhere deep in his chest.
I quickly look up at him, not wanting to get more of what he just subjected me to.
He begins teasing me as he stares at me, pushing just the head of his cock into me, and then running it over my clit. He is bringing me right to the point of climaxing and then stopping.
I begin rising up, pleading and begging, “David, please. David, please.”
“Please what? Shove my cock into your soaking wet pussy? You have to earn this cock, girl.”
His eyes cut into me with a look of pure displeasure.
I say things that I have never said to any man before. “Please, I’ll be good. I’m sorry. I’ll never do it again.”
David
I eye the woman who is a stranger to my world and she confirms what I already know—she has sub tendencies. Yes, she is an ‘Alpha sub,’ but a sub none the less…
She has no way of knowing that Alpha subs are my ‘type.’ I love strong business women who are in charge on their jobs, and subs to their Doms in the bedroom.
The fact that I am the one introducing her to my lifestyle, only makes it that much sweeter. I never take my eyes off of her as I place a condom on.
I lift one of her legs and place it over my shoulder and slide—balls deep—into that soaking wet slit of hers. Watching her eyes roll back in her head is euphoric for me.
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