by Vera Roberts
Faith knew the reason why – Krista’s mysterious Boo Thang.
“I haven’t seen any flowers delivered lately,” Faith loudly announced and Krista groaned underneath her breath, “is everything okay in Lovey-DoveyVille?”
Krista shook her head as she placed a flatiron to her customer’s hair. “I don’t have a boo thang.”
“Oh?” Faith chuckled. “Did you guys break up? Was it a one-time thing?”
“You ask an awful lot of questions,” Krista looked over at her best friend. “An awful lot.”
“I’m just wondering if everything was good in the hood,” Faith shrugged and curled her client’s hair, “I haven’t heard you talk about him lately.”
“It’s because I never have,” Krista replied. “There’s nothing to talk about.”
“It’s not like you being so secretive about someone you’re dating,” Cameron joined in as he put the finishing touches on his client. “Each time you’ve dated someone, you couldn’t stop talking about him.”
“I’m not dating anyone,” Krista corrected, “that’s all.”
“Well, if you’re not dating anyone I know someone who would be very happy to hear that news,” Kimberly commented as she gave a manicure to a client, “homeboy next door.”
“Homeboy next door?” Jocelyn asked. “Who?”
“Girl, she means Tony.” Cameron shook his head. “If you sleep with him you better wear a Haz-Mat suit.”
“Tony’s not that bad!” Faith replied and Cameron shot her a look.
“You’re right, he’s not,” Cameron shrugged, “he’s worse.”
“Tony and I are just good friends,” Krista sprayed some sheen on her client and removed the cape from her. Speaking of Tony made Krista think of Nick. The two brothers had a lot in common and even shared some trademark D’Amato mannerisms. But they were completely different from each other. It was almost as if they were night and day. “Nothing more, nothing less.”
Faith shrugged. She knew how her brother-in-law felt about her best friend, if he didn’t say it. He always went out of his way to bring Krista lunch and paid for it. If she needed help with her truck, Tony knew a guy to fix it and made sure Krista didn’t pay a cent. She secretly suspected Tony also covered Krista’s bills from time to time; a fact that neither confirmed nor denied.
Tony also treated Krista better than other women and his stance softened almost to a 180 whenever he was around her. It was only a matter of time before the two of them hooked up. “Tell that to Tony.”
“So what was up with the those two girls the other day?” Jocelyn asked. “They came here, took you to the back, and then left.”
“Oh, that?” Krista thought of a good enough lie. “They were just taking my measurements for something.”
“Oh?” Faith raised an amused eyebrow. “Mr. Man is buying you clothing now? Say what?”
Her Masters bought her clothing, all right. Clothing she was currently wearing underneath her simple attire of jeans and a t-shirt. “Y’all are awfully interested in what I’m doing.”
“And you’re awfully secretive about it all.” Kimberly chimed in. “Don’t you find your new behavior kinda odd at all?”
“My attitude hasn’t changed,” Krista wiped down her station, “I’m still the same ol’ Krista. Nothing more, nothing less.”
“You’re the same ‘ol Krista,” Cameron added, “but there’s something more and you’re saying nothing less.”
Eleven
Dear Masters,
Thank You for the gift of panties. It was very generous of You and this girl appreciates it.
I wore all of the panties – the black lace, the purple thong, the white lace, the sheer red, the brown G-string, the yellow v-string, and finally, the white grandma briefs.
I felt sexy wearing all of the panties, especially the black and white lacey pairs, the brown G-string, and the sheer red one. The purple thong kept going up my crack and I spent more time adjusting than enjoying my day. The yellow V-string gave me the same issue.
The white grandma briefs didn’t make me feel sexy at all. They covered my stomach completely and each time I had to go to the restroom, I spent more time pulling down (and subsequently pulling up) the panties than enjoying them.
It was a good lesson to learn – the type of underwear does change how a woman feels about herself. When I wore the purple thong, I felt uncomfortable. I felt indifferent about the yellow V-string. But I felt like a vixen wearing the lace panties, the sheer one, and the brown G-string because it was a smoother fabric than the others.
Lesson learned, indeed.
Sugar.
Nick read Sugar’s e-mail and smiled in approval. It seemed she understood what it was truly like to be a submissive, little by little.
Now He was going to give her a daunting task and He honestly wondered if she had the stomach for it.
****
Krista looked up at the building in front of her. She checked the address again and made sure the number matched up with what was in front of her. She almost got out her cell phone and called Saint Nick, telling Him she was lost because there was no way she was at the same address He gave her over the phone.
But it was.
“Is everything okay, Ms. Allen?” The driver asked her.
Master Scott sent a car to pick Krista up from the salon once she was done with her clients. If she was trying to keep everything silent and private, Master Scott’s generosity was not helping matters. In fact, the questions began to hit her at a rapid-fire succession before she could even leave the salon. She was glad the car arrived when it did or she would’ve been in a world of hurt.
Now she was in the backseat of a very fancy Lincoln Town Car, sipping on a small bottle of water. “Yes, everything is fine.” She wondered how she was going to get home. The car picked her up but there was no telling when she would be finished.
“Mr. Reed has given me a set time to pick you up when you’re done.” The driver explained. “I’ll be back in a short while.”
“Oh,” Krista was surprised but shouldn’t have been. The level of coordination between her Doms particularly impressed her. She walked up to the doorman, who was already holding the door open for her. “You’re Mr. D’Amato’s guest?” He asked her.
The doorman anticipated her arrival. It made Krista instantly feel out of place. “Yes, Sir. I am.”
“He’s on the fifth floor,” the doorman walked behind Krista and pressed the elevator button for her. One of the elevators opened and the doorman hit the number five button. “Have a nice night, Miss.”
“Thank you!” Krista hurriedly said before the doors closed in front of her. The butterflies danced in her stomach and she wrapped her arms around her waist in a failed attempt to quash the feelings. When Saint Nick told her He wanted to see her privately at His home, she didn’t know what to expect. She already made plans to go home and catch up on her Netflix subscription while attempting to control the thoughts of masturbation.
So, when she saw the Lincoln Town Car pull up in front of MillionHair with a driver representing Master Scott, Krista had no choice but to go with him. She wasn’t upset or felt pressured to do so; she just truly didn’t expect Sir’s generosity. She also wanted to quickly leave before the Calvary followed her lead.
She arrived at Nick’s floor and looked to see if there were other apartments; there weren’t. His place was the only one on that particular floor. She wondered why He purchased that home if He didn’t want to be bothered with neighbors. Then it all made sense. With Nick’s lifestyle both in and out of the classroom, He really didn’t want to be bothered with anyone unless He had to.
Nick opened the front door and Krista silently gasped. Wearing a crisp white shirt and tailored black slacks, Nick transformed himself into Saint Nick. Gone were the black hipster frames that hid His gorgeous blue eyes. Missing were the blue jeans and blazer she’d seen Him wear during that unfortunate visit to His classroom.
It was almo
st as if He turned on a switch and a new persona was born. “Sugar, welcome.” He stepped aside and let her inside her home. Saint Nick’s home was gorgeous. Floor to ceiling windows revealed sweeping views of New York. A large private balcony spread from one corner to the other. Hardwood floors led her to a spacious living room with plush sofas, high-vaulted ceilings, and an enormous fireplace.
It then occurred to Krista that Nick’s home was actually two stories and she was merely on the first floor of it. She wondered what extravagance the rest of the home looked like.
“Let me take your coat,” Nick offered and helped her out of it. Krista was afraid to walk any further out of fear of breaking something. Nick read her nervousness and offered her a glass of wine. “Here you go.”
Krista took a sip. She recognized it as a sweet wine but not the liquor store moscato that she had come to know. She quickly preferred what Saint Nick gave her than what she was used to. “Thank you. It’s delicious.”
“A friend of mine owns a winery and he often brings me a sample wine to taste.” He led her to the sofas and sat at a comfortable distance from her. “So I figured tonight was a good occasion to test drive one of them. It’s a bit sweet for me but I thought you might like it.”
“I do, Master.” She nodded and took another sip. “May I ask why the sudden visit tonight?”
“I want to say I’m pleased that you followed the task and didn’t question or debate anything. Though I would’ve liked to have read a bit more assessment of each object, I am pleased with what you did send Me.” Nick grinned. “The purpose of it was to see if you know what you like and if you were open to experiment with different objects inside of you.”
Krista’s mind went a mile a minute trying to figure out if the assessment was Nick foreseeing the future when He would share her with Master Scott. She tightly closed her legs and crossed them in hopes to stop the fluttering of her clit. “Oh?”
“You said you were pretty open in the contract,” Nick’s eyes flickered over to her, “that is, if you thoroughly read the contract.”
“I read it,” Krista half-lied. The contract was six pages long and she was in no hurry to read all of it. She read the important parts and felt that was good enough. “I just didn’t think you were going to implement the rules now.”
“The moment you said you wanted the both of Us, that was when the rules began,” He corrected. “For example, tonight you have another assignment I want you to complete.”
Krista knew there was a catch. There was no way Saint Nick would bring her over just for wine and conversation because He was a nice guy. With Master Scott sending a car over for her, He was somehow involved with the task. Without even saying a word or hinting about what was going to happen, both men whetted her appetite. “Yes, Master?”
Another man appeared from upstairs, followed by Stacey and Whitney. The man had long, ebony hair, eyes that alternated between a silver and bluish color, and a strong, muscular build. He had rich almond skin that was covered in two full sleeves.
“This is my friend, Roman. He’s the one that owns the winery. He just also happens to be a Dom in His own right.” Nick introduced the pair. “With Master Scott’s enthusiastic permission, you are to service Master Roman. And when I say service, I mean I want to see you suck His cock.”
Krista almost choked on the gulp of wine in her mouth. “What?”
“Master Scott doesn’t want to pay to fly you out to L.A. and you can’t suck His dick. I agree with His reasoning. I also don’t want to spend more time teaching you by practicing on Me when I have two submissives who don’t have that issue.” Almost on cue, Stacey and Whitney flanked Saint Nick’s legs and sat down, resting their heads on His knees. “So tonight, you’re going to suck off Master Roman.”
“In front of You, Master?” Krista asked.
“In front of all of us,” Nick clarified. He took another sip of His wine and lightly smacked His lips. “If that’s a problem, you can go home. The car is outside waiting to take you back to the salon.”
Krista was getting more than a little tired than Saint Nick’s dismissal of her whenever she questioned a task. Though she understood His reasoning – He didn’t want to waste time on someone who still was unsure about being in the Lifestyle – she wished He had just a bit more faith in her.
He does have faith in me. He invited me to His home. How many women have actually been here? Krista gulped the last of her wine and wiped her lips. She looked up at Roman, who gave her the sexiest smirk she’d ever seen. “I’m ready, Master.”
“Good. Let’s get started.” Saint Nick snapped His fingers twice. Stacey and Whitney got up from the floor and sat next to Him on the sofa. Stacey sensually kissed Nick while Whitney unbuckled His jeans and pulled out His impressive cock. “Focus on Master Roman. I’ll be watching you.”
Krista’s eyes widened. Was she invited to an orgy? What was going on? She refocused her attention to Master Roman. She noticed Master was kind enough to put a soft pillow on the floor. She kneeled down and quickly unbuckled His belt. She unzipped Him and pulled out His cock. He was already hard and rigid.
It was the color of rich cinnamon and smelled of spicy musk. A little pre-cum already moistened the mushroom tip and Krista licked her lips in anticipation. She licked the underside of it and then suckled on the tip. She used long, sucking motions and added her hands in a twisting effect.
“Mmm…that’s good, Sugar.” Master Roman groaned. He stared down at Krista as she pleased Him, wrapping her hair in His hands. He began to thrust in and out of her mouth as she continued to please Him.
Krista never had a man fuck her mouth before and it felt hot. She felt her pussy contracting with each thrust and her panties dampen with need. Between Saint Nick and His submissives watching her as they pleased Him, and Master Roman fucking her mouth, Krista was on sensory overload.
Master Roman pumped a few more times in Krista’s mouth before He emptied inside her. Krista quickly swallowed His essence before He helped her stand and kissed her lips. “You did very well, Sugar.” He winked at her. “Now watch what Whitney does. You’ll be performing that on Master Scott.”
Krista leaned against Roman and He wrapped His muscular arms around her body. Her eyes widened once again as she watched Whitney swallow Saint Nick. She licked around the head and twirled her tongue around the hardened smoothness of His shaft. Then she took Him whole into her willing mouth. The entire length of Him disappeared as she was deep-throating Him over and over and only the soft hair around the base of His cock appeared. Whitney didn’t seem to struggle or gasp for air as she took Saint Nick’s cock repeatedly. Nick let out a sharp hiss and His entire body moved in a fluid motion to match Whitney’s sucking.
Whitney made it seem so effortless.
She went down a few more times and the last one, Saint Nick emptied inside her. He moaned and breathed heavily while Stacey massaged His balls and kissed Him.
“Your lesson for this week is you’re going to learn how to deep throat. It’ll take time since you’ll never done it before. After you think you’ve learned enough, we’ll meet again and you will perform on Me before you go to see Master Scott next week.” Nick’s voice was quiet and still as if what just transpired was merely a figment in Krista’s imagination.
“Thank you, Master.” She nodded.
“You’re dismissed for the night. Study up.” Nick rubbed the shoulders of His submissives. “Your test is in a few days.”
Twelve
“In gratitude, I serve.”
Krista was confused by the mantra. She was a submissive-in-training to two well-respected and well-known Doms. But how did she exactly serve Them? She didn’t do anything outside of the ordinary.
No, wait…
Krista smiled as she stretched out in bed, replaying events of the night before with Saint Nick and Master Roman. She had never given head before a willing audience before and found the action extremely hot. If Master wanted her to have sex with Master
Roman at the moment, she couldn’t honestly say she would’ve hesitated.
When she arrived home, her panties were soaking wet. She immediately jumped in the shower and washed off, remembering the explicit instructions that she was not to masturbate at all. She knew the anticipation would be worth it but she hated the torture of waiting.
This was the part where being a submissive really grated her.
Still, she knew better than to question her Doms. They seemingly knew what she needed long before she did. Every action They did, was to only serve her interests first and Theirs second. Saint Nick gave her a task she needed to complete by the end of the week before she met with Master Scott.
How to Deep Throat 101.
Krista snickered. Whatever happened to just giving head being good enough? Now men want to know if a woman can deep throat as well? She shook her head and laughed. Underneath the designer labels and behind the equally designer home, Saint Nick was just a man like the rest of them.
Krista got out of bed and prepared for her day. She put on a pot of coffee and pulled out the leftover pastry from the day before. She then plopped in front of her computer. If she had to learn how to deep throat and only had a limited time frame to do so, she knew what she needed to do – watch porn.
A lot of it.
****
“I’m telling you, babe. She’s hiding something,” Faith commented as she removed her makeup.
Eli rolled his eyes and flipped through channels. For the past several weeks, he’s heard endless stories of his wife’s new career as Sherlock Holmes and he was officially tired of it. If Krista was seeing a rich man and wanted to keep it private, good for her.
Though Eli could admit, he was a little irritated with Krista. He wished she would tell his wife something so Faith could shut up. But then again, maybe Faith wouldn’t since she already started the comparison with their relationship and Krista’s faux relationship with mystery man. “She’ll tell you when she’s ready, Faye.”
