by Angela Blake
***
Before he took me home Dylan gave me a very special gift. While we were in the car he gave me a black leather collar. On it the words “Daddy’s Slut” were engraved with glittering stones, like fake diamonds. When I put it on the collar was a little tight around my neck - well, it was a choker collar after all - and Dylan smiled with pride when he saw how it looked on me.
He then took me home and Ysa just smiled and winked at me when I walked by her. Matt and Dylan talked for a bit over some beer but I was too tired to even discuss shit with anyone. I just waved good-bye and plopped onto my bed in my room.
It was about an hour later when Ysa came into my room and snuggled up close to me. She woke me up just to tell me she agreed to do those threesome proposals. I couldn’t even give a proper response. All I could think of was whether or not Dylan would ask me to do the same thing too.
Am I getting too addicted to this? I suddenly felt awake as the question lingered in my mind. Was I getting too deep in? Was there a means of stepping away from all this?
I did fuck Jack and norJack sex just wasn’t doing it for me now. Was it the sex or was I not happy just because Jack was a jerk? I couldn’t really tell anymore. I was getting confused.
What really turned me on? Was it the guy who punished me but knows how to love me and be sweet to me? Was it the rough sex? Was it the toys and the BDSM aspect of it all? Figure it out, Olivia, you’re starting to lose control.
I really needed to figure this shit out. I was beginning to get scared. I just listened to Ysabel drone on and on, using her voice to lull me to sleep.
Chapter Seven
The next day I didn’t reply too often to Dylan’s messages. I just buried myself in work and tried my best to just be myself, my ordinary self, again. I wanted to avoid thinking about sex, about men and about BDSM. I wanted to just think of work, of good food, TV shows and other norJack things.
Vicky was a bitch as usual but she did slow down in torturing me with more work. I didn’t really know why at first but it was only after lunch that I noticed she kept looking at my neck.
Oh fuck, do I still have it on? I blinked and slowly reached up to touch my neck.
“Shit,” I whispered softly when I discovered I still had the choker on. I’ve been going all over work wearing a collar that had such a kinky phrase on. All my coworkers must think I’m a dirty fucking slut now. Shit!
I quickly took it off. I glanced at Vicky’s direction and when she looked my way she just smiled. I didn’t even know what that kind of smile meant.
God, this was turning into a damn nightmare. I was humiliated beyond belief.
“Olivia,” Vicky then called me. I looked at her and she beckoned me to follow her to her main office.
I sulked but I knew I didn’t really have a choice. I got up and walked into her office. As soon as the door closed I slid into a seat and waited for Vicky to slam me with a ton of office work.
“So,” she said as she sat down behind her big desk. “You’re ‘daddy’s slut’ now, huh?”
Fuck.
“Ma’am, I’m sorry, I just forgot to take it off,” I tried to reason but no matter what I’d say the fact remained that I had that thing on. Fuck this. I need to break it with Dylan. If I continued with this I’d get into more trouble and lose my job. I’d probably get too addicted too.
“No, I don’t really mind,” she said, to my surprise. I looked at her and she had a very naughty grin on her face. “In fact it kind of turns me on. I like it when a girl admits what she is.”
Was she flirting with me? I didn’t know. “Ma’am?”
“Sluts like you are meant to be fucked and humiliated,” she explained further, to my utter bewilderment. “I’m a slut, so trust me, I know. I didn’t get this high in a job for the nice paycheck if I didn’t suck a few cocks here and there. You don’t get promoted for being a hard worker, Olivia. You get promoted for fucking the guy with the biggest cock.”
I had no follow-through for that. “Uhm, so does that mean I’m not fired?”
Vicky laughed, “No, you’re not fired. You’ve been humiliated enough today. You know what, go ahead and take the rest of the day off. Just make sure you put it back on and don’t take it off until you’re off the premises.”
I looked back at her with a shocked look. Ah fuck it, I got to accept who I really am, I guess. I put the collar back on, nodded back at Vicky, then made my way out of the office. Several of the guys kept looking at me and each time I’d catch them I’d simply smile back and wink. I wasn’t going to hide it anymore. The beast has been awoken and now daddy needed to deal with the sex-crazed girl he created.
As soon as I got into my car I locked the doors, rolled my windows up, took off my blouse and unzipped my skirt. I didn’t care if people saw me naked… I just wanted to wear nothing but the choker and finger myself. I masturbated in my car until I came.
With my fingers digging in and out of my pussy, the only thought I had was that of Dylan plowing me with his cock while smacking me with his hand. I wanted him to yank my hair, to shove his cock deep into my throat and to blow his load in all of my holes.
I must have lost my mind because I didn’t remember when I came but I did. I was exhausted, perspiring and horny. I put on my blouse but I didn’t bother putting my pants on, deciding to bottom-naked even when driving into town. I stayed that way all back to the apartment.
***
Back home I had nothing to do. Ysa was still at work. I could only watch movies for so long before getting bored and I didn’t want to drown in porn. Despite my best efforts, however, social media was getting boring.
Ring!
I picked up the phone. It was a landline. “Hello?”
“You’ve been a naughty little bitch,” Dylan said on the other line. I was a little shocked to hear him. Was he calling me from his office number? Aren’t those calls recorded or something?
“D-daddy?” I stuttered. I was not expecting this call.
“I saw your post,” he said. Fuck, I forgot he’s on Facebook. “You at home? Mind coming here to my office and giving daddy the treat of your presence?”
Let it go before you lose control of your life. “Dylan… I have to stop seeing you.”
There was a pause on the other end for nearly a minute. When he finally did speak it lacked any of the warmth he previously exhibited. “Olivia,” he said. He never fucking called me by my real name. “Do you really mean to just stop?”
“Banana,” I replied. Wow, that sounds so fucking ridiculous. “Yes, I do mean to just stop.”
“May I ask why?”
I took in a deep breath and chose my words very carefully, “Because I love you, Dylan. This whole thing is starting to take over me. I don’t want to get addicted. I even forgot to take off the damn choker you gave me and now my fucking supervisor knows I’m a late-bloomer slut.”
Dylan laughed and for the first time I found it insulting and a little degrading. “Olivia,” he just sounded flat and too serious. “You’ve used our safe word - not exactly in the way I thought you’d use it - but I’ll consider it anyway. This means you want to stop, we’ll stop. If you ever want to resume, you know my number.”
“Don’t expect me to call,” I told him. “Just… please don’t. Don’t make this hard for me, I honestly don’t want to say good-bye but if I want to regain some kind of control over my life I just have to. I’m going too deep.”
“I’ll respect that decision,” he said solemnly. I think I felt a trace of pain but I couldn’t be sure. “I hope we get to meet again. If one day you see me in a restaurant or something, I just hope you’ll at least acknowledge me instead of ignoring me.”
“Good bye, Dylan,” was all I could say. I was trying hard to fight the tears welling in my eyes. I didn’t want to prolong this and make it harder on either of us. “Thank you for waking up the true me.”
Click.
I took the initiative and just ended the call. I tossed my pho
ne off the bed and just laid back. After a long, deep breath I took off all my clothes and decided to take a nap. Fuck everything. Fuck the world. Fuck Dylan.
***
The rest of the days began to blur. Everything was beginning to fade into the background as I tried to just move forward with work. I barely even got to talk to Ysa and Matt. I just went through the motions from day to day.
By two weeks after breaking up with Dylan I was getting into a self-imposed madness. All I could think of was sex, BDSM and fucking cocks. Even when I went out to do norJack things like shopping I’d stop by the sex store and just peer inside. I even managed to buy a damn dress that was way too revealing but I wanted it anyway.
Damn it, Dylan, what did you turn me into? I want to live a norJack life, damn it!
Distraught, I decided to file for leave. I needed a vacation. All I wanted was to spend time alone, in the house, and just have some time to myself so I could think and rediscover myself without the added burden of work or the sight of Jack prowling through the office.
Ugh, Jack. He just won’t leave me alone. There was one time where he left a note on my desk, inviting me to suck his cock in the elevator or in his office. He even texted me - how he got my number is still a mystery to me but I do doubt Ysa had anything to do with it - and invited me to sleep with him for a few days at his place.
I just ignored every advance he made on me. I had no time to deal with Jack. I wanted someone to make love to me, not a guy to fuck me then leave me.
So why then was my mind so stuck on Dylan? He treated me like a slut… no, he treated me like a fuck slave. I willingly let him do it, too.
There was a need to do something else. Instead of sleeping and being lazy at home I decided it was time to go out, meet other guys and see if I could turn this crazy addiction around. By eight o’clock in the evening I was already all set to leave, drive out to nowhere and just walk into the most appealing bar or club I could find.
Fortunately, it didn’t take too long to find one. A simple drive through some of the streets along the outskirts of town landed me a good look at the most infamous of bars. In the end, I settled for a sJackl establishment called The Drunken Sailor. If that wasn’t an obvious place to get wasted then I must be dreaming.
It was pretty neat inside too. I thought it was just going to be another drinking dump but no. It had these nice purple and dim yellow lights, a couple of pool tables, a dart corner and even a pretty cool band playing some music in the corner.
There were a few patrons here and there. It was a little bit of a busy bar. I spotted a jukebox but no one was playing it since there was a live band, after all. With no one familiar in sight, I just scooted up to the bar and waved for the bartender, a man about as old as Dylan but definitely not as hot. He had a large beer belly and his hair was starting to be more grey than black.
“What’ll you have?” he asked me.
“Got a Blue Hawaiian?” I wanted something strong but really, really flavorful.
The bartender nodded, “Four dollars.”
I just raised my eyebrows in approval and handed him my credit card. He came back with a large glass filled with a blue, frosty drink and he handed me my card back.
The band was playing Waterloo by Abba. I freaking love that song. Even while I was seated by the bar I couldn’t help but sway and dance a little bit, just sipping my drink a bit while watching them perform.
“You like their music?” a man suddenly asked from beside me.
I opened my eyes and found myself looking at a guy in his mid-forties, I guess, standing by the bar holding a bottle of beer. He had dark hair, a light tan and a trimmed beard and mustache. The stranger had on red and black plaid and ripped skinny jeans. He looked like a trucker or a grunge rock star.
“I do,” I answered and gave him a flirty wink of the eye. “I listen to a lot of old songs. They kind of turn me on.”
What the fuck did I just say? Shit, that sounded so damn slutty. I thought I was here to get away from that and relax?
I looked at him and worried that he might take me for a whore. He just had this really bright fire burning in his eyes. It reminded me of how Dylan looked at me the night we met in the restaurant.
“Don’t be ashamed,” he told me before he took a sip of his drink. “I feel that way from some songs too. Others get me mad and others still just make me want to dance. Music works that way.”
Whew. Okay, he saved me from myself.
“That’s sort of deep,” I tried to sound cool. “What kind of music do you really like?”
“Loud stuff you might not enjoy,” he told me. “I’m into a lot of genres, so anything from classic jazz to country is all good for me. I don’t pick a genre. However, to be specific on what gets my mood going, I do have a thing for doom metal.”
I raised an eyebrow in question, “Huh?”
“Think Black Sabbath’s style but with a more playful rhythm. It ain’t too loud and it focuses more on deep, poetic lyrics, playful rhythms and heavy sounds.”
“I’d love to give it a try, sometime,” I answered and hoped that it would let him know I was aiming for a date.
“That’d be pretty awesome,” he said and offered his hand. “I’m Nick, by the way.”
I nearly spilled my drink when I realized we had been talking and flirting without even know each other’s names. I shook his hand and said, “Oh, I’m Olivia.”
He had a really firm grasp. I wonder how it would feel to have him slap me around, yank my hair and pound his cock deep into my pussy. What the fuck was I thinking?
“Cute name,” he commented. He then scooted up closer to me and wrapped an arm around my waist. I could smell his aftershave. It was cool, minty almost, and his cologne was so alluring I almost just scooted up to him. It was tempting.
“You always here?” I asked him.
Nick nodded and drank again, “From time to time. Depends on who’s performing. Depends on whether I’m single or not.”
I laughed at that. “So are there days where you’re not single?”
“Depends on whether you’ll go with me or not tonight.”
Fuck. I looked up to him and bit my lip. Again, that was probably not the smartest move. It may have looked like I was trying to seduce him. I didn’t want to send the wrong message here!
I tried to look away, curse at myself silently, and then I looked at him one more time --
I felt him pull me in closer and before I knew it he was kissing my lips. Mmm… that tasted so good. I could taste a little of my Blue Hawaiian and his beer but it all blended so well. His tongue was a little playful for a first, surprise kiss but who the fuck cares? God, it was so damn good.
“F-fuck,” I muttered as soon as our lips parted. I looked around. The bar was too busy for anybody to mind us flirting there.
“Wow, you’ve got one hell of a kiss,” he told me. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re so sweet?”
My eyes slightly narrowed and I smiled at him. Fuck it, flirt. Have fun. Have a damn one-night stand.
“Only one,” I answered, slightly shocked that I was being truthful. “Thank you though. I was a little caught by surprise there.”
Nick laughed and hugged me closer. It felt warm and really, really damn good. He finished his beer, placed the bottle on the bar and then gave me another kiss on the temple. He was being really touchy and affectionate.
Hmm… maybe this is the kind of guy I need. Someone clingy, sweet and knows how to make me feel special.
I turned and nuzzled my nose into his neck. The smell of his skin was beginning to get intoxicating. I wanted to nibble him. I wanted to kiss him. I needed to feel him inside of me. I couldn’t stand it!
Without thinking I hopped off my seat and stood up, facing him. Quickly I began to just press my whole body against his and Nick responded by embracing me and pulling me in close. I rubbed my chest against his body and in return I felt him pressing his cock against me. Even with those jeans on, I fe
lt he had one big package between his legs.
“Come here,” he whispered into my ear. “How ‘bout we ditch the music and the strangers and I take you in my car?”
A grin popped on my face, mostly to myself, and I nodded back at him.
***
Nick opened the door and I walked out of the bar, still holding his other hand.
“Come on,” he said. I could tell his cock was rock hard and throbbing in anticipation. I giggled and followed suit.
Guys are lining up. Why didn’t I fuck those boys back in high school or college? What the fuck was I thinking back then? Dignity? Honor of my virginity?
When we reached the parking lot and his car I discovered it wasn’t a car at all. He owned a classic Volkswagen mini-van, the one that looked like the vehicle Scooby-Doo and the gang use in the old cartoons. It even had a psychedelic paint job.
That got me even more excited. There was room in there for us to really play around. I started thinking about what kind of fetishes he might have and what kind of new discovery about my own sexuality I’d discover while fucking him.
Turns out… not much.
As soon as we got in he undid his zipper, took off his shirt and had me remove all my clothes. I was there, naked and ready, but all Nick did was pound his cock into me missionary style. All he made me do was lie there with my legs spread apart and he thrust his cock in a redundant manner until he came. There was no thrill. He just plowed in and then spilled his seed all over my belly.
Boring.
Of course I didn’t make it seem boring. I did lick his cock and tried to clean it afterwards, sucking on it enthusiastically before we had to get dressed.
“Thanks,” he praised as he watched me put my blouse back on. “You’re really fucking good.”
Don’t say that, you didn’t even fuck me so much. I just smiled and said “You too.”
You know how they always joke about one-night stands getting awkward once the sex was done? Yeah, that’s how I felt right now. I didn’t know what to say and I didn’t know what else to do. We fucked. He was handsome. Despite that there was nothing exciting and I just wanted to leave.
