Bad Boy: You Are Not Alone

by Kelli Walker

  I wanted her to feel so safe and secure with me that she had no issues dropping the ice queen facade.

  I buried my face into her hair and drew in the scent of her perfume before I picked her up and swung her around. I felt her press a kiss to the nape of my neck before she sighed heavily into my skin, and that’s when I set her down and started running my fingers through her hair. I didn’t know what had happened with work or what had brought her to this very moment, but I knew it was weighing heavily on her shoulders.

  And I wanted her to relax as much as possible when she was with me.

  “Do you wanna talk about it?” I asked her.

  “I can’t right now,” she said. “Not all the details have been pounded out yet. I’ve got a meeting I have to be at in an hour.”

  I felt a wave of disappointment wash over me and for a split second I tightened my grip on her. She wrapped her arms around my waist and held me as close as she could get me, and this very moment made me feel a little better about having this conversation with her. I knew it was going to be a long one, but her feeling comfortable enough to collapse into me like this would make it easier for me to explain.

  “Do you need me to attend with you?” I asked. “Because I’ll go to the meeting.

  “I don’t ‘need’ anything,” she said, chuckling. “But, no. It shouldn’t take long, and then I’ll be spending the entire evening doing anything that doesn’t revolve around work.

  “Sounds like a fun night,” I said with a smirk. “Here, let’s get your stuff upstairs. You can take my car to the meeting so you don’t have to worry about focusing on driving.”

  “Thank you, Kevin. I was hoping you’d say that.”

  “Tina, you know damn good and well that whatever I have you’re free to use. All you have to do is ask,” I said.

  “I know. But it’s nice sometimes when you just know.”

  I paused just outside of her room when that phrase flew from her lips. My god, she was perfect for this type of lifestyle and she didn’t even realize it. The trust she already had with me and the comfort she already felt in my arms… it was exactly what I had been looking for for years.

  “I’m just gonna drop this stuff in here for now. I need to splash some water in my face and redo my makeup before I get going.”

  “You do whatever you have to do. You have a key to get in and out,” I said.

  I sat on the edge of her bed while she got herself ready for the meeting, then she gave me a kiss before she headed back out. I listened to her heels echo across the floor before the front door shut behind her, and I took a look around at the two suitcases that had been dropped to the floor. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to unpack her so she felt a little more at home, so I got to work while she headed to her meeting.

  I hung up her clothes in the closet and placed her loungewear in the dresser next to the window. I took great care of her delicates as I slid them into their own little drawer. My cock twitched a bit at the silkiness of them and wondered if she was planning on showing me any of these new pieces, but my mind soon migrated the one object in the entire room I knew she’d gravitate toward when she got back.

  Her room had an en suite master bathroom with a jet tub. But, the tub could be set to hold any temperature you wanted so the water would never grow cold on you. She loved pouring bubbles into it and turning on the jets. She liked how relaxing it was to feel the water against her back while the bubbles popped against her skin, and there were a few times I had come around the corner and caught her using the jet stream as her own personal toy to relieve some stress.

  She’d never looked hotter with that embarrassed look on her face as she tried to stumble out a lie for what she was doing.

  If she was my sub, I would’ve punished her for lying me to. I would’ve ripped her from that tub and thrown her onto the bed before I denied her what she truly looked for. I would’ve teased her to the brink before I backed off, time and time again, until she was shedding tears of frustration.

  Then, and only then, would I allow her the sweet release she thought that jet tub could provide for her.

  An hour later I heard those same tires roll up the driveway and that’s when I started running the water. I emptied half a bottle of rose-scented bubbles into the tub before I added a little of the bath salts I’d gotten her to soften up her skin. I wanted to give her a nice overall body massage while we took a bath together, hoping it would loosen her up for a conversation I knew she was going to bring up the moment she got back into this house.

  She paused for a brief second in her room and I caught a flash of anger run through her eyes. Apparently, unpacking her things had been a misstep on my part, but when I turned on the jets in the tub I saw her eyes light up in excitement. She kicked off her heels and rounded the corner, and all I did was stand by the tub and smile.

  “I’m sorry if unpacking your stuff wasn’t alright with you. I figured if I did it you had one less thing to do when you got in.”

  “I just didn’t think about doing it. I figured I’d just live out of my bags for a few days,” she said.

  “Nonsense. Ready for a bath?”

  “God, am I ever,” she groaned. She began peeling her clothes from her body and with each layer my body shivered with excitement. No matter how many times I saw Tina’s body, it never ceased to excite my anticipation whenever she stripped for me. She slid her skirt down those thick thighs and unbuttoned her shirt to free those luscious breasts, and before I could stop myself I stepped behind her to help her with her bra.

  “Thanks,” she said.

  “Mind if I join you?” I asked.

  “I was honestly hoping you would.”

  She shimmied out of her panties and all I wanted to do was bend her over the bathroom sink. I wanted to thrust my tongue deep between those beautiful pussy folds and lap up every drop she had to offer me. But, I settled for getting myself out of my clothes and stepping into the bubble bath with her. She sat down on one side and I sat down on the other, and when her feet floated over to my lap I took one foot in my hand and began to massage it.

  “Oh, god. That feels so good,” she said.

  “I would expect those heels would be murder on your feet.”

  “God, you have no idea, she said.

  “Nope. And I never intend to.”

  I rolled her ankle and heard it pop, and the look of relief that washed over her face made me chuckle to myself. I loved her in these moments-- these moments where she didn’t feel the need to put on a smile for her clients or her investors. The moments where she completely dropped her guard and didn’t care about the indentions her clothes made in the divots of her body.

  I dropped her foot and picked up her other one and worked the same magic I knew I could. She sighed and moaned with relief, jumping slightly whenever her foot became ticklish. I worked my hands up her calf, working out all the knots while her body slowly slid deeper into the bubbles, and when I was done I went back to her other leg and tended to her other calf.

  “Feeling better?” I asked.

  “Much. Could I bother you with my shoulders?” she asked.

  “You’re never a bother, Tina. Come here.”

  She opened her eyes and swam over to me before she sat herself between my legs. My cock was growing to life, twitching against the small of her back, and she ground up against it just to hear me groan.

  “If you keep doing that, we’re gonna have a serious problem.”

  “I don’t think sex with you has ever been a problem, Kev,” she said. My hands started at her neck, massaging out the tense muscles before my fingertips slowly made their way to her shoulders. She was hunched over for me and I could see her soapy tits dangling in the bubbles. She was a vision to behold whenever she was like this, and a part of me wondered if she had become so relaxed that she’d forgotten about the conversation altogether.

  I pressed my fingers into the middle of her back and I heard a crack before she groaned with relief.

 
; “Are you sleeping alright? You’ve never been this bad,” I asked.

  “Not as of lately. Work has been brutal and it came at a time when Maddie was off work to see Spencer. She’s back now, but for a while there it was rough.”

  “How are things going with her, by the way? She doing you any good?”

  “Oh, yes. Loads. I’ve essentially passed off all that paperwork I used to read on my own to her.”

  “She a fast reader?”

  “Kev, she speed reads and dictates notes on a software I bought her. What used to take me two weeks takes her four days.”

  “You’re shitting me,” I said.

  “Nope. Now, I can sit in that room with all my televisions and analyze multiple news segments and interviews at once, and we get shit done in half the time.”

  “I hope you’re paying her well,” he said.

  “Salary plus benefits and paid vacation. Just like a regular employee.”

  “Well, I’m glad she’s doing you some good,” I said.

  “Speaking of Maddie, she gave me a few things to read on this lifestyle I wanted to ask you about.”

  My hands froze in the small of her back before they slowly wrapped around my stomach. I pulled her close to me, soaking up her warmth before she went any further. For all I knew, the moment the conversation was over she’d storm out and get herself a hotel room and I’d never see her again.

  She sometimes just reacted like that when she felt too vulnerable and didn’t know how to process it.

  “So, what are your questions?” I asked.

  “Well, first off, did Maddie and I read all this correctly? Do you live some sort of… lifestyle like this?”

  And I placed small kisses onto the divots in her collarbone before my lips crept up to the shell of her ear.

  “Yes,” I said lowly. “I do.”

  Chapter 19

  Tina

  I was shocked, but not really surprised. There was a side to Kev I trusted and there was a side to him that wanted to do things for me, but I figured that was just because he wanted to get into my pants. It never occurred to me that he’d be attracted to something like this, let alone wanting to explore it.

  “So… you’re a dominant?” I asked.

  “Yes,” he said.

  “How the hell did I now know this? I fucking sucked you off numerous times in college.”

  “I didn’t know I was a dom in college.”

  “A dom?” I asked.

  “A ‘dominant’.”

  “When did you figure it out?” I asked.

  About ten years ago. I was having a rough time with some things and I went out to a bar and picked up a chick. She was supposed to be some random one night stand, but she was the one that introduced me to all this. She fucking carried around handcuffs and a whip in her purse.”

  “No, thanks,” I said.

  “It wasn’t my thing either. The whip. I’m more of a handcuffs, blindfold, light paddling, take control all the time kinda guy.”

  “In the bedroom,” I said.

  “All the time,” he countered.

  “What does that even mean?” I asked.

  “Well, there are some people who just do it in the bedroom. You know, for kinks and such. Then there are some that implement it during the day. That’s what I enjoy.”

  “So, you just go around paddling women’s asses whenever you feel like it?” I asked.

  “Not even sort of,” he said, chuckling.

  “I don’t get it at all.”

  His hands began soaping up my body and I could feel myself innately relaxing into him. He ran them over my stomach and between my thighs, making me squirm into him while his lips dipped lowly into my ear. I sighed, leaning my head back onto his shoulder, and after a few strategically placed kisses to really get me going, he continued.

  “Let’s break it down a bit,” he said. “BDSM is bondage and discipline plus sadism and masochism. It is not required to indulge all four to be considered a connoisseur, it is just simply an acronym that encompasses a variety of pleasures.”

  “Okay,” I said.

  “Many people begin in just the bedroom. Take me, for example.”

  He splashed some water onto my breasts before his fingers began to tweak my nipple. I couldn’t help but moan into the crook of his neck, savoring his every touch while he talked lowly in my ear.

  “Usually, they start out light. Handcuffs, blindfolds, massage waxes… things like that. Then, if you experiment with someone long enough, eventually boundaries start to get pushed.”

  “Like what?” I asked.

  “The spanking gets harder, the nipples get pulled tighter. Maybe other toys are introduced or other body parts are tied to other things…”

  His voice was so mesmerizing in my ear and I felt my core heating up with just the thought of him doing all those things to me. Never in my life had I pegged myself for liking that kind of stuff, and with any other man I probably wouldn’t

  But with Kevin…

  “I was taught by the woman from the bar that way, then when we parted ways I began going to discrete parties in order to push my boundaries.”

  “Holy shit, those exist?” I asked.

  “They do. And I enjoyed them until they weren’t fun anymore. Having that many random partners wasn’t really appealing to me.”

  He began to massage my shoulders and I scooted my body up so he could reach my back. My body felt so good soaped up against his, and the way his hands manipulated my muscles was nothing short of exhilarating.

  “Did you teach while you were at those parties?”

  “Yes,” he said.

  “Do you enjoy teaching?”

  “Very much so,” he said.

  “So, you’re a dom in the BDSM world that enjoys things like sensory deprivation and restricting movement, and you like to teach,” I said.

  “Someone’s been doing a little bit of reading,” he said, chuckling.

  “You can thank Maddie for that.”

  “I just might if this conversation doesn’t go south.”

  “With regard to the lifestyle, you just… expect women to listen to you?” I asked.

  “No. Being a dom means paying attention to your sub. Giving her what she needs and making sure she’s taken care of, no matter what. Is there a bit of ‘say and obey’? Yes. But, a true dom never asks his sub to do anything she doesn’t already want to do.”

  I tensed up a bit at his answer but the moment his hands hit my lower back I relaxed again. It was hard, battling my inner need to be business-like and independent versus wanting to simply relax into him and let him do with me what he wanted.

  Was that what he was talking about?

  “Is this something you want to do with me?” I asked.

  “Not if it makes you uncomfortable. Part of living this lifestyle with someone is them being comfortable with the role they innately want to play. It’s not something you adopt. It’s something that’s always been a part of you, but has been repressed or ignored for one reason or another,” he said.

  “Do you… see any of this in me?” I asked. I was honestly scared for his answer, but the anticipation rolling around in my stomach screamed to know the answer. To know if he saw pleasurable traits in me that made him happy.

  What the fuck was happening to me?

  “A few things, yes. The comment you made about how you loved me ‘just knowing’ things is something a sub usually enjoys. How you sink into me every time I massage you or hold you is something a sub would do. Remember downstairs how I told you to take the car and you did?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Well, you didn’t ask for it. I simply told you it was there to take just for you, and you took it,” he said.

  “I didn’t obey you, Kev. That was just a good idea,” I said.

  “Obedience on a sub’s part isn’t the same as blind obedience. You aren’t someone’s slave. At least, not the way I live my particular lifestyle and what I enjoy.”


  “What do you mean? Aren’t there like… rules?” I asked.

  “Yes. Rules established between each dom and sub. There aren’t overall rules everyone abides by.”

  “Oh,” I said. “So… what would be your perfect day with your sub? You know, if you had one?”

  “Well, I’d probably wake her up with an outfit along with a note. It would probably say to put the outfit on and how I wanted her hair and makeup done, and then I’d tell her where to go and what time to be there. I’d enjoy watching a movie with her while I teased her pussy and maybe I’d tell her she wasn’t allowed to cum, or maybe we’d go on a walk and I’d tell her to put a vibrating egg in her tight little hole so I could control her orgasms while in public.”

  “Holy shit, you’re serious, aren’t you?” I asked.

  “Very,” he said. “I’m very serious.”

  “And sometimes, I’d just like to sit her out a new outfit and take her on a date. I’d tell her what time to be ready and where we were going, and then I’d get there and order something I knew she’d like. She could sit back and let me do all the work, and then she could choke on my cock for dessert.”

  “Kevin!” I exclaimed. “Holy fuck, dude.”

  “I’m just being honest,” he said.

  I sat back into him and thought about what he’d said. Silence descended around us and I thought about waking up to a note from him. He’d tell me how beautiful I looked while I was asleep and how he was sorry he wasn’t there to wake up with me, and then maybe he would have an outfit he wanted me to wear. Maybe he’d surprise me with a vacation I didn’t have to plan or maybe a new toy he wanted to try on me, and all of a sudden I felt myself sink into his body.

  Kevin wrapped his arms around me, placing a small kiss on my cheek. I thought back to what he said and realized what I’d done, and it made me tense in his arms before he nipped at my earlobe.

  “Relax. It’s just me, Tina. It doesn’t mean you’re a pushover and it doesn’t mean you’re no longer independent. It’s just a result of the trust we have for one another.”