by Vera Roberts
“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 was 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.
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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.
He gently set her down and picked up Krista’s luggage, leading her into the home. “Make yourself at home. I’m sure you’re thirsty after being on that long plane ride.”
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. “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.
“This week is 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.”
Table of Contents
Anticipation
Prologue
Midpoint
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