by Vera Roberts
Krista never showered with another woman before and it was nothing like the soft-core porn she’d watched. Or maybe it should’ve been. Whitney and Stacey were robotic in their cleaning and there was nothing sexual about it. Even if Krista thought there was going to be a sexual act, the two submissives quickly shut the thought down when they left.
Krista briefly wondered why they were leaving but then she remembered maybe Master felt she didn’t need an audience to watch her like before. Or maybe it was Master’s preference that they were gone for the time being. When she stepped out of the shower, she saw there were small bottles of oil waiting of her with a note to meet Master in the playroom. She quickly oiled her body and followed the soft candlelight to the playroom. She opened the door and saw Nick lying in bed.
He was completely naked and had the body of Adonis. His washboard abs flexed a little when He adjusted His position. His muscular legs matched His equally muscular arms. She couldn’t stop staring at His beautiful, cinnamon-colored cock. He was already aroused and it flexed a little, almost beckoning Krista to come play with it.
“Come,” He instructed.
Krista walked over to Him with her eyes downcast. “Yes, Sir?”
“Sit on My face and lay down on your stomach. You’ll take all of Me. Begin.”
Krista climbed onto the bed and moved her body so her sex was next to Sir’s mouth. She then leaned over and began to suck His cock. She licked the sides of it, while her free hand cupped His balls. She kissed the mushroom tip and took a few inches in. She let out a deep breath, took more in, and felt Him hit the back of her throat. She slightly gagged but was grateful for it. It meant she would have more saliva to coat her throat and take more of Sir.
She pulled away and let out another deep sigh, ready to take Him again. She inched His cock increasingly into His mouth until her lips kissed the base and He was buried deep inside her willing mouth. She heard him grunt and groan, grabbing her ass and holding onto her hips as she pleasured Him. Krista felt herself become wetter knowing she was giving such great pleasure to Master. She repeated the action several times when she felt His cock become more rigid; Sir was about to come and He wouldn’t have time to prepare her for it.
He soon exploded in her mouth, coating her throat with His taste and she quickly swallowed. She heard Him groaned in pleasure and a wide smile formed on Krista’s face.
“Sugar, you’re amazing.” Nick complimented.
“Thank you, Sir.” Krista replied. “Are we done here, Sir?”
“Not quite,” Nick wrapped His arms around Krista’s waist and dived His tongue into her needy pussy, flicking it back and forth and sucking hard on her swollen clit. He inserted a finger into her anus, while another one was inside her pussy.
The sudden action caught Krista by surprise, she gasped at how hard, and fast it was. She felt an orgasm building before she was ready for it. She was so used to the long and slow build of it that a fast one really threw her for a loop. “Oh God! Oh God! Oh my God!”
“Sugar…” Nick warned. “…You know what to do.”
“Master, can I come? Please?” She hurriedly asked.
“Yes.” He commented.
“Oh fuck!” Krista came over Nick’s tongue. Her legs uncontrollably shook and she collapsed on His thighs. She shuddered and collected her breath as she came down from her high.
Nick gently rubbed her ass and smiled. “Come up here.” She complied and snuggled against her Master. He kissed her, invading her mouth with His tongue. “I say you’re ready for L.A. now.”
Book II
One
There was being treat nicely – and then there was being treated by Scott Reed.
Krista stretched out her legs in First Class as she sipped her second mimosa. As promised, Master Scott sent her the flight itinerary and instructions. All she had to do, really, was just show up. Clothing was optional according to Him. Not wanting to risk an arrest record for indecent exposure, Krista packed clothing and wore some on her way to visit Sir.
She was used to the cramped and tight quarters in coach with the bland and standard offerings of soda and peanuts. First class was not just another experience but an entirely different world. As she looked around her, Krista saw executives, athletes, and a few celebrities. She felt like one of them.
After a month of getting to know each other better and developing a friendship, Krista was more than ready to try her hand at being a submissive. She could admit she was still unsure if the Lifestyle was truly for her. She admitted she liked kink and she definitely wasn’t vanilla by any means. But a D/s relationship seemed a bit more than she would want to handle.
The romance novels made her think it was all orgasms and fairytales with some billionaire dominating her every need in and out of the bedroom. Well, Sir wasn’t a billionaire – at least not yet – but He was pretty close to the fantasy if she’d ever known one.
He’d made it clear, however, their courtship was just that and she shouldn’t expect anything more than just those days of submission. He didn’t exactly say why but Krista figured it had something to do with the distance and plus, Sir could have any woman He wanted in L.A. He certainly didn’t need to go to New York for one.
She was fine with that, much to her surprise. She wanted to have enough experience to get her feet wet (among other things) and look back on it as one of the craziest things she’d ever done. Life was too short to always be playing it safe.
She did, however, had to play it safe when it came to Faith’s prying eyes and police-trained watchdog nose. Sir didn’t send anymore flowers, but when Krista asked to take a few days off to go to California, Faith was about to put out an APB on her best friend. She wanted to know who she was visiting, where she was staying, the phone numbers, and addresses of all involved. Krista was thankful Eli managed to wheel in his wife and her private investigating (or instigating) so Krista could travel in peace. She would deal with Faith later.
When she arrived at the airport, she picked up her luggage at the baggage claim and walked outside to hail a taxi. As she was about to call for one, a Lincoln Town Car pulled up and a driver got outside the vehicle.
“Ms. Allen?” The driver asked.
Krista cautiously nodded. “Are you looking for Krista Allen?”
“Yes, Miss. Mr. Reed sent this car for you.” The driver pointed to her luggage. “Is this yours?”
Krista’s mouth hung open too long to make a coherent sentence so she merely just nodded. “Um hmm…”
“Good.” The driver picked up her luggage and put it in the trunk. He opened a rear passenger door for her. “Are you ready?”
Am I? Sir went above and beyond her expectations and she only been in L.A. for ten minutes. Krista snapped out of her thoughts. She cleared her throat and held her head high. She needed to be that confident woman that Sir took advantage of at The Dungeon. She didn’t need to act like an unsure little girl who still wondered if she liked boys.
“I’m ready,” Krista smiled as she stepped inside the car.
****
Krista stood in front of Sir’s home and was amazed by what she saw. It had a picket fence. She’d never seen any home with a picket fence. Not only was there a picket fence but the grass was green and neatly cut in rows. There were small flower beds that flanked the front door. She honestly thought it was a fantasy that was only a reality in some White neighborhoods because she damn sure didn’t see it in Harlem.
A few moments later, the front door opened and Krista felt her breath become lodged in her throat. Wearing a white tank top and black lounge pants, Sir stepped outside the front door and walked towards her. Krista was pissed that the tank top covered his washboard abs and defined chest.
“My sugar has arrived,” Sir’s Southern accent bellowed as He greeted Krista. He quickly paid the driver and didn’t bother waiting for him to leave when he kissed Krista. His lips commanded hers and his hands wandered all over her body, briefly lifting her up by her ass.
Krista was still recovering from the kiss when she entered Scott’s home and blanched. High-vaulted ceilings and a large crystal chandelier in the foyer greeted her. She carefully walked inside the home, hoping her steps weren’t going to break or crack anything. She noticed a small stack of athletic shoes combined with shiny dressier ones by the entrance. She took the hint and removed her high heels.
“You can walk to the sofa,” Scott smiled, pouring drinks for them both, “it’s okay.”
Krista was warmed by Sir’s charming smile. The ultra-soft carpet embraced her feet and when she sat down on one of the sofas, it welcomed her body.
Scott walked over and set Krista’s drink in front of her. He sat at a comfortable distance to her, nursing his whiskey. “How was your flight?”
“Uneventful.” She shrugged. “I have to say thank you for the upgrade to First Class. You didn’t have to do that.”
“I wanted to,” His softly replied. “You should get used to be being treated by the best and only expect the best. Do you feel better now?”
Krista wondered what he meant by that. Sitting down? The flight? Or simply being there? She did silently admit Scott’s sofa was more comfortable than her bed. It was a sad reality. “Much.” She sat up and took a sip of the drink. She frowned when she realized it was virgin. “Water?”
“Alcohol and jet lag doesn’t mix,” Scott grinned.
“Good point,” Krista conceded.
“Besides, I want you coherent and clear. You need to be aware and sober.” He took a sip of whiskey and looked over to her. “Having you loopy doesn’t benefit neither one of us.”
“That begs the question, Sir,” Krista put down her glass of water, “what are the expectations for the next few days? I’m assuming there’s a lot of ground we need to cover.”
“We’ll get to business later,” Scott smiled. “I want you to go freshen up. We’re going out to dinner soon.” He got up and walked towards the back of the home and Krista followed him.
If Krista thought the front part of Scott’s home was impressive, she was astounded by his bedroom. A four-post bed was center and across from it was a mirrored wall. There were iron scones on the walls and a small love seat in the far corner that surrounded by three windows. A large TV hung on the wall above a fireplace. The bedroom led to a massive bathroom with an open shower and very large bathtub. There were two sinks at a small distance from each other. Everything was white, porcelain and immaculate.
It was Sir to a tee.
Scott went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Krista waited a few minutes in the bedroom, wondering what she should do next. Was she supposed to join him? Was he going to come out for her? A few more minutes passed by and Krista decided to chance it. She stripped off her clothing, wrapped her hair into a tight bun, and joined Sir in the shower.
“Welcome,” Scott spoke as he rinsed off his hair. “I’m glad you decided to join me.”
“I wasn’t sure what to do, Sir.” Krista softly spoke. “So I decided to chance it.”
He turned around. “Whenever you’re unsure about something, just ask. The worst anyone can tell you is no.”
Krista smiled and for the first time since arriving in L.A., she finally relaxed. “I will, Sir.”
“Good.” Scott stood behind her and nudged Krista under the showerhead, “let’s get you clean.”
Scott poured a little soap in his hands and created lather before sliding his hands up and down Krista’s body. There was nothing sensual or sexual about what he did. He thoroughly cleansed her. He spread Krista’s legs, washed between her thighs, and moved up to her breasts and armpits.
“Rinse.” He directed.
Krista rinsed off her body and made sure there were no soapy areas left. She was waiting for Sir to give her further instruction when he surprised her. “Spread your legs and put your hands on the wall.”
Krista contained the smile building on her face and complied. “Yes, Sir.” She closed her eyes and waited for what he was going to do next. Was he going to spank her in the shower? Was he going to fuck her?
“Shhh….” She felt His hot breath on the nape of her neck. “….relax, sugar.” His fingers crawled all over her body, starting with her breasts where they gently squeezed them and played with the hardened nipples. His strong hands moved down to her waist where He positioned her just to His liking. One hand held at the small of her back while the other stroked her inner thighs.
He squatted and kissed the back of Krista’s thighs, emitting a soft moan from her. He softly bit each cheek before standing again. He steadied His hand on the shower wall while the other hand played with her pussy.
“These days are going to be intense. I’m in direct contact with Saint Nick and He has given me explicit instructions for you to follow. I’m here to see you know how to follow direction and if being a submissive is the life for you.” He coaxed His fingers in and out of her pussy as He spoke in her ear. “Even if you decide you don’t want to be a submissive halfway through the training, you are to complete all of the instruction if you still want your fantasy.” His fingers moved to her swollen nub and He massaged it. “Are we clear?”
Krista swallowed and moaned. She tried hard to keep steady but her legs began to shake and buckle. She felt like she was about to collapse at any moment. She felt the tight coils of an impending orgasm, starting at the balls of her feet and traveling up to her thighs and settling in the pit of her belly.
“Sugar?” Scott withdrew His hand and Krista moaned in protest. He turned her to face him. “Are we clear?”
“Yes, Sir.” She answered.
“Good.” He smiled with a nod. He sharply turned her to face the wall again, forcibly spread about her legs and went back to playing with her pussy. “Now let’s continue. Keep your hands on the wall and your legs still. You know the protocol – you don’t orgasm until I say so.”
Krista licked her lips and squeezed her eyes shut. She’d been fantasizing about Sir for the past several weeks, wearing out her vibrator and anxious to feel his tongue, hands, and cock inside her.
Sir’s finger played with her swollen nub as two other fingers coaxed their way inside her heat. She felt the first coils of an orgasm building inside her. Her legs began to shake and her thighs tingled with pleasure.
“Sir, may I?” She moaned.
“You may,” He granted.
Krista climaxed all over Sir’s fingers, coating them with her juices. He finished cleaning her off and led her to the bathroom counter. He dried her off with one of the plushest towels Krista had ever felt.
“I’ll leave you alone to get ready. I’m assuming you brought your ensemble tonight for dinner?” He asked.
Krista nodded. “Yes, Sir. I can take it out and show you what I brought with me. It’s classy and upscale as you suggested.”
“Please do.” Scott agreed. “I would like to see what my sugar has brought to wear.”
Krista quickly dried off and wrapped the towel around her body. She walked out to the living room and unzipped her luggage. She pulled out a colorful dress that had a zigzagged design. She proudly held it up to Scott. “This is it. What do you think, Sir?”
“I’m taking you shopping.” He flatly replied.
Two
She wondered exactly how wealthy He was. He had the rich home, the very rich car, and she was wearing a very rich Alexander McQueen dress with equally rich Gucci shoes.
She saw the look of disappointment on His face when she showed Him the first dress. She liked it and thought it complemented her well, for she’d received many compliments on it before. Sir’s green eyes softened to a light pale color and His lips tightened. Oh, it was a nice gesture that she brought the dress but there was no way in hell she was going to be seen with Him wearing that, He was going to make sure
of it.
But she couldn’t complain about the replacement clothing. Not only did Sir buy her the dress and shoes, He also splurged on a few additional outfits she’d admired in Neiman Marcus. She even had her own personal shopper who gave her a glass of champagne as she tried on outfit after outfit, modeling a mini-show for Sir. It was then she saw the look of approval that she’d wanted to see since she’d arrived. The corners of His mouth turned up and He showcased His trademark megawatt smile.
“All of them,” He instructed to the salesperson and presented his American Express black card, “we’ll take them all.”
Now Krista sat in Sir’s Mercedes Benz as He drove them to an equally rich restaurant. She lightly sighed as she checked her face in the passenger mirror. At Neiman Marcus, Sir spent more money for her to get her makeup and hair done. Krista studied her face a bit more; she was almost unrecognizable. She began to feel she was losing a part of her identity and she hadn’t even been in L.A. for 24 hours.
She started to think all of those BDSM romances with the woman supposedly finding her lifelong calling to submitting and the couple had a Kinky Ever After were full of shit.
“I like you the way you are,” Sir put a free hand between Krista’s thighs and softly squeezed her left thigh. “I’m simply treating you like I think a lady should be treated at least once in her life.”
Sir seemingly eased her fears and Krista immediately relaxed. “Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re welcome,” He said in his trademark Southern drawl and Krista determined she could listen to that quite possibly for the rest of her life. He could be babbling about junk and the science behind paint drying but as long as He spoke to her, it didn’t matter. “Over dinner, we’ll go over more of the contract and any amendments. Plus, I have a task for you at dinner.”
A task? Already? Krista was expecting everything to start the next day. “What task, Sir?”
Scott pulled up to Sentiment and smiled at His submissive after He sensually kissed her, His tongue repeatedly meeting hers. “You’ll see.”
