by Paul Preston
I went to work the following evening, which was New Year’s Eve. The whole club was in a festive mood, however I was feeling depressed and stayed in my office the whole night.
After a few hours I heard a knock on my office door. It was strange to hear someone knocking, since my staff would’ve called or texted if they needed me. Perhaps one of the patrons was trying to enter the wrong room.
“Come in,” I said.
I looked up from my papers and it was Grace, standing in the middle of my office wearing a long grey coat.
“Grace!” I said, smiling. “I’m so glad you came…”
I immediately crossed the room and gave her an embrace. My heart was beating so wildly I could feel it pounding away in my chest. I took a deep breath to compose myself.
“Are you alright Grace?”
She nodded, reached out and slowly unbuttoned my shirt.
“What are you doing?”
She pulled the bottom of my shirt out and opened it, revealing my chest. After delicately removing the bandage she looked at my rib cage and lower abdomen, still badly bruised. She stared at it for a moment and then gingerly wrapped the bandage around me.
“Grace… I want you to know… I never intended to hurt your husband that morning. I was afraid he was going to puncture an internal organ, with the force of his kicks. I had no idea he would slip and fall on the ice when I moved out of the way to protect myself….”
Grace nodded and stepped away. I tucked my shirt back in and buttoned it up. She turned and walked out of my office and I followed her all the way through the club.
“Grace… Please don’t go… Wait…” I said.
When she got to a few feet from the front door of Obsessions, she paused for a moment with her back to me, as if trying to determine her next move. Finally she turned to me and slowly unbuttoned her coat, while staring at me deep in the eyes. When I saw what she was wearing I stood absolutely still and my mouth fell open. I swallowed my saliva and stared.
Grace wore nothing under her coat but a simple but very pretty gold neck and waist chain. The chain draped around her neck forming V-shape between her bare breasts and connected to a single chain around her waist. I looked down and saw Grace’s lovely exposed vagina, her tender lips curled open for me, like the petals of a flower. Within a minute a crowd had formed to admire her nudity, each man jockeying on the rim of the circle to get a closer look. Several of the more aggressive men broke through the circle and came within a few feet of her, too close for my taste. I walked up to Grace and the crowd parted.
“She’s mine,” I said firmly. “She’s my sub…”
The other men took a step back and the crowd broke up.
I reached into the breast pocket of my suit jacket and removed the diamond choker and attached it to her throat. I placed my fingertip on the side of her hip and traced the thin attractive childhood scar running from her upper thigh to just above her pelvis. At the same moment Grace reached up and rested her hand upon my ruined skin. Then Grace Madsen let go of my cheek and walked further into the center of Obsessions, looking flirtatiously over her shoulder at me. The entire crowd watched her as she moved, drunk upon her naked flesh. Grace paused at a table and spoke in her feminine manner.
“So… Which will it be tonight, Mr. Jefferson? Area 2 or Area 3?”
“I think… Area 2 is more my speed, if you don’t mind.”
Grace turned, extending her left wrist to me to be restrained.
“As you wish then.”
My submissive sat down and I cuffed her wrist to the O-ring mounted behind her in the wall.
“Ms. Madsen. Since it is New Year’s Eve, would you do me the honor of saving your first kiss of 2014 for me?” I asked, standing over her.
“I don’t believe I’m going anywhere, Sir.”
“Not anymore, Ms. Madsen. You’re here to stay.”
“Then at midnight, I think you’ll know exactly where to find me.”
I had the waitress take her coat and bring her a hot cup of tea. The crowd broke up and returned the various areas of the club. Men and women socialized, the liquor flowed. I walked back over to the edge of the bar and turned up the heat a few notches to keep my submissive warm. Grace became the main attraction of Obsessions, giving our patrons a memorable 2013 New Year’s Eve.
The staff was surprised to see me back on the floor watching over the club and managing operations after my absence. Several men lined up to introduce themselves to the attractive nude submissive seated in Area 2. They engaged her in spirited conversations and she responded to each gentleman with a pleasant demeanor and a demure smile. Other than a casual handshake or a friendly kiss on the cheek, none of the Doms laid a finger on her. I kept a watchful and cautious eye on her throughout the evening. Occasionally, my submissive would look over, catch my eye and gave me a subtle and playful wink. She saved the first kiss of the New Year just for me…
The Persian Princess: Obsession Series, Book Three
Coming Soon!
Zardooz escorted me out of the office to the raised platform. After handcuffing my arms and legs securely, we looked over to see Barrington sitting at a table and staring at Grace Madsen. The horned beast only seemed to have eyes for her. The time assigned for Barrington’s room rental had already started, but nothing could distract him from the young woman. I thought we needed to do something to get Barrington’s attention.
“Kiss me Zardooz…” I whispered.
My partner kissed me very sweetly on the lips.
“This isn’t our high school prom. You’re going to have to be a little more convincing as my Dom, Master Z…”
He held me closer and kissed me more passionately, in the way I remembered from our one night together long ago.
“Unbutton my corset, all the way. Kiss my breasts…”
“Brittany…”
I felt embarrassed he knew my first name and I had forgotten his. With trembling fingers he undid the front of my lingerie and my breasts spilled out. He cupped my breasts and took my nipples into his mouth, sucking on them firmly. He pressed his body against me and I felt his erection growing against my thigh. He kissed up my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.
“So, is it true what you said, Master Z., that the sex with me was not that great?”
Then Zardooz said something very lovely to me.
“Meeting you was the most wonderful night of my life, Brittany…”
I was speechless and he noticed my shock.
“I know you don’t feel the same…” he said.
“That’s not true. I remember you were great in bed,” I said.
“You said it meant nothing to you. One and done, you said. You don’t even remember my name,” he said.
“That’s not true Zardooz.”
“I mean my first name, Brittany.”
“I remember your name.”
“OK, what is it?” Zardooz said, biting delicately on my earlobe and holding my breasts in his hands.
“It’s… Saeed…”
He shook his head.
“Rahim…”?
“You’re getting closer…”
“It’s Rasheed, right!”
“Not bad. You remembered after three tries.”
“Rasheed Zardooz…”
“Brittany Milani…”
“You were my sponsor. You should never have taken advantage of me.”
“Who took advantage of whom, Brittany?”
I felt Rasheed rub me with the slick warming gel between the open slit of my panties.
“Mmmm, that feels nice…”
Rasheed stroked me between the cheeks of my ass with his strong oiled fingers.
“Rasheed… I like this place, Obsessions. If we make it back from this mission, let’s meet each other again here, but not for business next time, but for pleasure…”
“I would like that a lot, Brittany…”
I parted my lips and we kissed, with the same hunger as before. My parents would be
so happy to see me with a man, especially an Iranian one! After our long kiss, I noticed several men standing close by, waiting for their turn with me, as well as others watching our show from two rows of theater seats below us. I must be a popular girl.
“To get his attention, maybe it would be a good idea to give someone else a turn,” I said, between deep breaths.
“No…” Rasheed said, between gritted teeth, cupping my breasts in his palms. “Let them wait…”
Other Paul Preston Novels From Pink Flamingo Publications
Bella Lisa & Her Beast
The Adam & Eve Trilogy
The Awakening of Laura
The Harem
The Memoir of Veronica Wells
The Phantom Phillipe
The Reluctant Dom: Obsession Series, Book One
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