by Redrae Gunn
“Race you to the end,” Caleb said when she emerged.
“What do I get if I win?” Tayen asked.
“Seeing as you were disappointed yesterday that you didn’t get to return the favor,” Caleb started and saw the beautiful blush creep into Tayen’s face, “I will give you the opportunity to reciprocate.”
“If I lose?” Tayen grinned. Her pelvic muscles contracted once in anticipation.
“Then you will have no choice.” Caleb was serious.
Tayen shot Caleb a very naughty look and held out her hand. “Deal,” she said. Caleb shook her hand. “On your count of three.”
“I should warn you I was awarded a scholarship in college for my swimming,” Caleb said. Tayen couldn’t wait to run her tongue over those hard muscles she had seen earlier.
“I should warn you, I swam in very fast-moving creeks during my younger years,” Tayen replied.
“Three, two, one,” Caleb said, and they were off.
At the end of the pool Caleb and Tayen gasped for breath. “Christ, Tayen, I only beat you by half a body length. I’ve beaten many people by much more.”
“Are you still practicing?” Tayen asked.
“Every day that I can,” Caleb admitted. “I had UNO’s school record my senior year. I’d never match it now, but still.”
“I’m competitive,” Tayen replied. “Plus the pent-up anger, frustration, hostility, resentment, and insecurity just kind of give me the edge I need.”
“You owe me,” Caleb reminded her as they climbed out of the pool.
“That I do.” Tayen nodded her head.
“Don’t change. Just grab your things. We’ll shower at my place,” Caleb said as the anticipation of seeing her nude shot through him.
Inside the locker room Tayen’s heart was pounding furiously. She focused her eyes at the reflection in the mirror on the way out. Her eyes were wide, face flushed even with the chill in the room. She pushed a hand to her lower abdomen and felt the muscles flex involuntarily at the thought of seeing Caleb naked. She scolded herself for acting like a horny college girl. What was wrong with being a horny college girl? What was wrong with being a horny professional? Tayen decided there was nothing wrong with either, giggled at her reflection, and left the locker room.
In the elevator up to the eighth floor the air was sizzling between Tayen and Caleb. Despite the sizzle Tayen had started to shiver. Caleb wrapped a towel around her shoulders, grazing one of her erect nipples on the way down. A jolt shot through Tayen’s body, and she looked at Caleb to see if he had done it on purpose. The grinning smile on his face told her that it was definitely intentional.
“I’ll just end up owing you again.” Tayen sighed, shaking her head. “I don’t like outstanding debts. I like to pay it forward.”
“I think I like keeping you in my debt.” Caleb’s eyes narrowed, and Tayen clearly saw the lust coming from the black centers. His green eyes were so intense that Tayen’s shivering completely stopped as she was mesmerized. The ding of the elevator and the doors opening pushed her back into focus.
“Come,” Caleb said, walking before her and offering his hand.
“As you wish, Caleb,” Tayen replied, placing her hand in his. She was not sure if the “sir” or “Master” was appropriate.
Caleb entered his home and stopped. Watching Tayen cross over the threshold, especially barefoot, made something in his chest tighten. No submissive person had been in his home since Maria. He’d had a couple of girls in his place, but it had been strictly vanilla, missionary, wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am, I’ll call you later, but don’t bother leaving your number, type of girls.
Tayen was watching his expression with curiosity and something else. Empathy. Caleb coughed as his chest squeezed again. One day with this woman and she was breaking through every one of his barriers. Her concern for him was disarming.
“This is where I usually just go balls to the wall,” Tayen whispered politely.
A smile spread quickly over Caleb’s rigid face, and he grunted. “How does that usually end up?”
“Hit and miss to be honest with you, but at least it’s not hanging there over my head,” Tayen replied honestly. “So maybe sixty-forty, seventy-thirty, depends on the situation.”
“Well then let’s shower, get you dressed in something warmer, and then I’ll show you the rest of the place.” Caleb led Tayen upstairs to his room on the north side. His apartment was set up opposite of Tayen and David’s, so Tayen was a little disoriented.
The upstairs was set up as a comfortable living area, and Tayen passed the soft, white, leather furniture as she followed Caleb to the open double doors of his bedroom. Tayen followed obediently, and Caleb smiled when she hesitated slightly at the door, sucked in a breath, and tentatively took one barefoot step inside his room and exhaled.
Caleb was glad that she had hesitated. This wasn’t a normal thing for her either. But, she had put her balls to the wall and just gotten over it. When she stopped suddenly, Caleb couldn’t help but laugh at what she was staring at. Tayen was focused on his gothic, wrought iron headboard. He had purchased the one that had been brushed white to give it a faded paint type of look.
“That’s just like mine,” Tayen said. “Except I went with the rusted look.”
“I noticed that when they were setting up your room, but I didn’t mention it,” Caleb admitted. “I wasn’t sure if…”
“I’d ever be in here to find out,” Tayen finished, and Caleb nodded. “Our floors are dark cherrywood.” Tayen looked down at his light-colored wood floors. “Are these pine?” Caleb nodded again. “It reminds me of Maska’s home in the Black Hills.”
Caleb led Tayen into the bathroom and started the shower. “Do you generally prefer shower or bath?” Caleb asked as he pulled two white towels from the closet and soft music poured from the speakers mounted in the corners of the room.
“That is mood depending,” Tayen admitted.
“I have to agree with you there,” Caleb said as he stripped out of his swim trunks and stepped in the shower facing away from her. Tayen stripped out of her suit and laid it on top of his wet trunks on the floor and followed him into the shower. The hot spray from the two shower heads felt good as it washed over her skin.
Tayen turned to Caleb. He handed her a loofa sponge and soap, keeping his lower half turned away from her still. “I’d like you to wash me,” Caleb said. Tayen nodded her head and squirted the soap into the sponge.
The scent of Caleb hit her full force as she started on his neck and down his back. She was gentle as she washed between his butt cheeks then applied more force as she stroked down his muscular thighs and calves.
Caleb had placed both his hands on the shower wall as he leaned forward, enjoying the feel of her hands on his body.
“Lift your foot please…” Tayen hesitated. “Caleb.”
“Tayen, what do you call David?” Caleb asked, noticing her hesitation in saying his name.
“David or sir,” Tayen admitted. “If it’s a command, I call him sir, but if I’m just being a snide, little bitch, sometimes I’ll call him Master sarcastically.”
“You will no longer refer to David as Master, even being a snide, little bitch,” Caleb said. “You can call me Master or Caleb when we are in my home, if you feel comfortable, but I do like hearing my name on your lips, so in public you can refer to me as Caleb.”
“May I refer to you as Mr. Wilson when we are in public as well?” Tayen asked. “I mean, on a respect level, calling you Caleb seems very personal. So tomorrow at the party…” Tayen trailed off, hoping that she hadn’t offended him.
“Hmmm…” Caleb mused. “So when you feel the need to call me sir you will call me Mr. Wilson?”
“Something like that, I guess it would be mood depending,” Tayen said. “Lift this foot please, Master.”
Caleb’s cock started to harden at those words, and he did as Tayen had asked.
When she asked him to turn around, she was sti
ll on her knees, and she started to work her way up his legs. When her eyes finally looked at his erect penis she saw the piercing. She couldn’t help herself and reached out, touching the barbell that ran top to bottom in an angle, head to the bottom, a double Prince Albert.
“I did it on a college dare and have never regretted it,” Caleb explained, watching Tayen’s fascination with his own admiration. She hadn’t been shocked, appalled, or disgusted, just completely fascinated.
“Balls to the wall huh, Master,” Tayen said. She licked her lips and desperately wanted to taste the metal in her mouth, but she held back because she had not been given permission.
“Something like that,” Caleb replied. “You may continue.” Caleb pointed to his stomach, leaving his cock and balls for last.
When Tayen had finished washing Caleb’s stomach, chest, and arms, she was nearly panting. He was so toned, so comfortable with his body, so in control. Tayen’s head was swimming. This was what she had searched for in her sexual life. In the hot water and steam she could smell her own arousal through the thick soap, and all that she was doing was washing Caleb’s body.
Tayen kneeled down and soaped Caleb’s penis. She meticulously washed his heavy sack, paying attention to the area just behind his balls and where his balls came together at his muscular thighs. Then she turned her attention to his penis. She stroked her hand down the shaft and hesitated when she came to the piercing.
“Guide me please, Caleb,” Tayen said, searching for approval in his eyes.
Tayen’s gentle request hit Caleb in his heart, making his chest constrict again. She was so determined in her submission to please him that she’d asked him to help her. Caleb placed his hand over hers and guided her across the piercing to his head applying a firm but gentle amount of pressure.
“Have you ever seen a piercing like this before?” Caleb asked.
“No, and I’ve never seen a circumcised penis before either,” Tayen admitted, as she traced the scar around the tip. “Did it hurt?”
“I don’t remember. It was done at birth,” Caleb replied and smiled at her innocence. “You’ve never seen a circumcised penis?”
“Um…Playgirl…but not for real,” Tayen admitted, still stroking Caleb with the perfect amount of pressure in just the right pace. Her honest innocence was too much.
Tayen felt Caleb harden even more, and his balls tightened. The look of her darker skin touching his penis with perfection finally pushed him over the edge.
Tayen anticipated his pending ejaculation, and she leaned forward to taste his release. Caleb placed his hand under her chin, effectively closing her mouth.
“We will sample each other at a later time,” Caleb replied when Tayen’s dark eyes looked into his, so desperate to please him. Tayen nodded her head, and Caleb released himself, groaning, on her chest, covering her beautifully firm tits with sprays of white cum.
Tayen stroked every last spasm from Caleb and then turned into the water, washing herself, as she watched the drizzles of cum fall from her body and onto the sandstone tile. Caleb grabbed the shampoo, and Tayen shook her head. Caleb raised his eyebrows.
“David requests one day of dirty hair before an event,” Tayen said and then explained. “It styles better that way.” Caleb looked at her with glazed eyes. “I’m your date tomorrow, Master.” Tayen touched her hand to Caleb’s cheek. “You saved me from declining a social gathering with the elite. But then again I really don’t want my hair to stink like chlorine tomorrow, so if you would like to wash my hair, I would be grateful.”
Caleb washed shampoo and conditioner through Tayen’s hair. He was happy that her hair was going to smell like his Axe shampoo tonight and through tomorrow.
“I apologize,” Caleb said and continued when Tayen looked ready for rejection, “for making you attend this gathering. I would’ve rather grabbed a case of beer and gone fishing with you.”
Tayen’s smile tugged at his heart. “Can I take you up on that offer, Caleb? I’d like to take you fishing sometime with some cheap beer and a cabin in the hills.”
“Absolutely,” Caleb replied, extending his hand, and Tayen met his hand in a firm shake.
“Deal,” Tayen replied, hesitating she added, “Caleb.”
Caleb’s heart swelled in his chest as he stroked the sponge across her body, twisting and turning her in any way that he chose. Her arousal had ceased once his own need had been fulfilled. Caleb couldn’t believe that a woman could actually shut herself down sexually like that, but Tayen had been aroused only because Caleb had been. Once that arousal was fulfilled in Caleb, Tayen had been satisfied.
“Do you usually shave?” Caleb asked, looking pointedly at the dark patch of stubble between Tayen’s legs as he shut off the shower and they dried off.
“I do,” Tayen groaned. “I thought the salon downstairs would be able to get me in for a wax today, but they were full. Wax is brutal, but it lasts longer than a quick flick of the razor. I haven’t gone to the store to get razors yet. I added them to Ms. Bergan’s list, but she does the shopping on Mondays. I was planning on thieving one of David’s later when he wasn’t looking.” Tayen started laughing.
“You’ve obviously thieved from him before,” Caleb said, judging by the way her dark eyes narrowed and glistened.
“He’s thieved from me, too,” Tayen defended herself. “There is nothing funnier than watching a Dominant male shave with a pink Venus Embrace.” Tayen glanced at Caleb. “Do you have a razor I can borrow?”
“It just so happens”—Caleb opened a drawer and handed Tayen a Gillette Fusion—“I do. Five blades and, Tayen, you don’t need to borrow it. You can have it.”
“Thanks, Caleb.” Tayen shook the razor at him. “Once again I’m in your debt.”
“It’s a gift.” Caleb laughed at her serious expression. “I really don’t want one of your pink razors in return.”
“Guess what you’re getting for your birthday.” Tayen was dressed, and she stuffed her wet swimsuit into her gym bag. She left her bag by the door, and Caleb showed her the other rooms in the house.
One of the bedrooms upstairs had been converted into a home studio, complete with mixing machines, microphones, speakers, and a variety of other equipment that Tayen had never seen and couldn’t begin to speculate on what it was used for. Sound-absorbing foam covered the walls, and the sterile feel of the room made her think of a doctor’s office.
Caleb noticed her apprehension and decided that inappropriate humor might be best. “No one could hear you scream in here. So I’m thinking of moving my bed in here.” Caleb gave Tayen a wicked smile which she returned immediately.
“It seems too clean,” Tayen admitted. “I suppose that’s for the equipment and stuff, but it’s like an operating room.”
“Well, I do operate there.” Caleb pointed to an area that was boxed out of the corner of the room and encased in thick Plexiglas. “I sometimes have clients over while they are recording. They stay downstairs in the guest room.”
“Do you have staff like David does?” Tayen asked. Caleb noted that she didn’t refer to them as her own staff.
“I do,” Caleb replied. “Theresa manages my schedule, cleans, cooks, does security, drives, basically does whatever I tell her to do.” Caleb laughed when Tayen raised her eyebrows at him. “She’s gay. That’s why I can be so comfortable with you and David. She is completely vanilla, has a partner, and they have been together for a few years.”
“Does she live here with you?” Tayen whispered just in case the woman was in the house.
“Not usually,” Caleb whispered, and leaned forward, nipping Tayen’s ear. “If I need her for a client who is staying here, then she’ll be here and sometimes her partner will stay as well. Otherwise they have their own place. She is usually here about four hours through the weekdays.”
Tayen nodded her head, and Caleb showed her the rest of his home. When he had finished the grand tour, Tayen felt like she was in a completely different world. Being
around Caleb made Tayen forget about everything, except the fact that Caleb was in the room. She found his eyes, his smile, even the way his body moved, mesmerizing to the point of intoxication.
When Tayen grabbed her gym bag and headed to the door, Caleb frowned. He wanted her dark eyes looking at him, smiling up at him, adoring him in that way that was completely and submissively seductive. Tayen promised she would be ready when he came to the door. She thanked him for the tour, and when she went down the hallway to her own place, Caleb physically felt the lack of her presence in his home.
* * * *
Tayen changed into the dress that David had picked out. The dress was sheer and gold tying around her neck. It was a little high on her thighs but nothing that screamed “slut.” The shoes David had chosen were the same color gold, sandals with a two-inch heel and straps that circled to just below her knee. Very Grecian, Tayen had to admit as she looked at herself in the floor-length mirror.
Tayen pulled her hair into a tight bun at the back of her head and secured it with a matching golden hair tie. She applied her makeup carefully, not too much, but just the right dark around her eyes to give her the “wore it all day” look. Then she brushed some of her own special, sparkle-infused Dragon’s Blood lotion on the exposed skin. A brush of sparkly nail polish to her toes and fingers finished off the body accessories.
David had completed the outfit with a delicate, black, leather clutch purse that had golden thread tying it together at the seams. Tayen transferred her cards, license, and loose cash into the clutch and went downstairs to the kitchen. A small drink to calm her nerves wasn’t going to hurt anything. She poured herself a small glass of wine and had just finished it when the doorbell rang.
When Tayen opened the door, Caleb had to mentally stop his jaw from dropping. The bun in Tayen’s hair made her eyes curve upward just a little, and it accented her long, graceful neck. Tayen shut the door behind her and linked her arm into Caleb’s. She was carrying her clutch purse and a black, shimmering shawl.
