by J. M. Walker
Charlie shrugged, headed into the kitchen, and came back a moment later with a bottle of beer in each hand. Handing me one, he sat down beside me.
“So…” I waited.
“So…” He raised an eyebrow.
I huffed. The men in my life were frustrating as hell. “Where have you been, Charlie? You could have been dead, and I wouldn’t have known.”
He only shrugged and took a swig of his beer. “Did you go to that club?”
“Yeah,” I mumbled. That was why I couldn’t sleep. After Miss Vee showed me the rest of the scene rooms, that was it for my lesson tonight. It didn’t make sense. I felt like I wasn’t learning much but at the same time, a part of me knew not to question her motives.
“Did you get paid yet?”
My stomach twisted. “Yeah.” Fifty-grand had been wired into my bank account after I gave Miss Vee a blank check. I suddenly felt dirty at the reminder.
“And?”
“And what?” I shook my head. “I’m not giving you the money. It’s going to bills and to Luther. You know that. That’s why we’re in this mess in the first place.”
“Your brother’s a bastard. He’ll do anything for some extra cash.”
Luther’s words bounced around in my head, but I ignored them and shut the lid to my laptop. “I’m heading to bed. Are you going to actually be around tomorrow to help me at the deli?”
“Yeah,” came Charlie’s mumbled reply.
“Good.” Rising from the chair, I stretched my arms up and over my head.
“I have some of the guys coming over to help fix up the place.” Charlie pulled back the rest of his beer before grabbing the bottle he had placed in front of me.
“We can’t afford to pay them.” I was trying to save us money. Not spend more of it than we had.
“They won’t need money as payment.” Charlie crossed an ankle over the opposite knee.
“What does that even mean?” I loved him but sometimes his desperation for more made me leery of him.
“Don’t worry about it, sis.” He stood, bringing his empty beer bottles into the kitchen. “I’m heading back out.”
“Charlie, tell me. What the hell kind of payment are you giving them? We don’t have any money.” I let out a frustrated cry when he continued walking to the door, ignoring me. “Charlie. Answer me.”
He spun on me. “I said, don’t fucking worry about it.”
“I need to worry about it because right now my brother is being shady as hell. Are you giving them money that I don’t know about? Doing a job for them? Something else? Tell me. Please.”
“They’ll get paid,” he bit out through clenched teeth. “And how I’m paying them is none of your concern because I can’t have you knowing that shit.”
“What?” I was taken aback by his confession. “What do you mean?”
“It’s not safe.” He turned toward the door. “I’m going out.”
“At this hour?” I whispered.
“Yeah.” He came toward me and pulled me into his arms. “We got this. Whatever is going on through that head of yours, don’t worry so damn much.”
That was easier said than done when he wasn’t the one currently in training to sell his damn body.
Lexi
“YOU WILL LEARN TO please your Master without actually having to touch him. You will remain bound until he decides otherwise.” Miss Vee paced back and forth in front of me. “Do you understand?”
I nodded, glancing around the room I had been in for the past hour. We were now two months into my training. If you could even call it that. The last few times I had been at The Club have consisted of paperwork, more blood tests, and several tours of the building. The tests came back negative for whatever diseases they were looking for, thank God. At least I didn’t have to get a physical for a while.
It was Saturday night at the end of August and I was hot. Although the air conditioning was turned on in The Club, I couldn’t get cool. I wasn’t sure why. I was feeling alright. Just anxious. I hadn’t seen Charlie much in the past few weeks. Something was going on with him, but he refused to talk to me. His friends, if that was what you even wanted to call them, helped fix up the deli. I appreciated it, but I was still cautious when they said they didn’t want money. Their lingering stares suggested they wanted something else.
I also hadn’t heard from Luther since he showed up at the deli and kissed the hell out of me.
“Everything okay, Lexi?” Miss Vee stopped in front of me. “You look a little flushed. Are you feeling alright?”
“It’s hot out and I can’t seem to cool off,” I told her, keeping my hands on my thighs like I had been taught rather quickly. I was kneeling on top of a king-sized bed. The black satin sheets were soft to the touch. I shouldn’t have been so damn hot when I only had on a thin white robe and nothing else.
“There’s a shower through that door. The bathroom is stocked with every toiletry item you could ever need. Once you’re done for the evening, you can take some time to cool off.”
I nodded. “Thank you.”
“We wouldn’t want you getting sick on us.” Miss Vee headed over to the thermostat on the wall by the door leading into the room and pressed a button on it. It beeped several times before she turned back to me. “Better?”
Cool air washed over me once the fan kicked in. “Yes. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” She came back toward me. “Your Master is here.”
My skin suddenly became flushed. “W-What?”
Her lips twitched. Pulling a red silk scarf out of the back pocket of her leather pants, she held it up to my face. “You won’t be having sex with him tonight if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“I…” Was I worried about that? I didn’t even know anymore. But I was anxious to meet him. Even though I wouldn’t be able to see him, I just wanted this to start so I could get it done and over with.
“Did you eat today?” Miss Vee placed the back of her hand against my forehead.
“I had toast this morning with peanut butter.” It was an unusually humid day which was probably why I wasn’t feeling myself.
“Could be nerves.” She walked over to a black leather chair that sat in the corner of the room and pulled a small silver flask out of her red bag. “Here.” She came back toward me. “Take a swig of this. It’ll help relax you.”
I took the flask from her, opened the lid and took a swig without even asking what it was. The liquid burned down my esophagus, heating every inch of me.
“Better?” Miss Vee asked, taking it from my hand and closing the lid.
I took a deep breath. “Yes.”
“Good.” She gave me a small smile and handed me the red silk scarf. “Tie this around your head, pet. And remember the rules. He won’t talk to you and you can’t talk to him.”
“Will he ever talk to me?”
“Maybe.” She placed a soft peck on my forehead. “Don’t worry so much. He won’t hurt you. There are cameras everywhere and the security in this place is top notch. You’re safe.”
“Okay.” I took another deep breath and slid the scarf around my head, tying it tightly at the back.
The sound of a door closing a moment later made my heart jump.
I could probably take off the blindfold so I could see my Master but the part of me that wanted to play by the rules thought better of it. What if I took it off and all of this ended? I would be out the money we owed Luther. But I had a feeling that no matter what I did, it wouldn’t be good enough for my brother.
A sudden scent of spice wafted into my nose. I lifted my head, inhaling deep. The scent was laced with something sweet. I couldn’t quite figure out what it was, but it reminded me of…sex.
A soft noise sounded close by. Like someone had dropped something on top of a table or in this case, a dresser. My stomach tumbled when I realized that I was no longer alone.
The hairs on my body tingled, my lips parted. Although I couldn’t see anything, I
could feel him. Hot breath scorched the side of my face. It was mint mixed with a hint of a spicy liquor and it reminded me of Luther.
My heart jumped. Shaking my head, I forced thoughts of him to the back of my mind. I did not need to get mixed up with that right at the moment.
A firm hand pressed against the middle of my chest, pushing me back onto the bed. Though I wasn’t bound yet, I knew I had to keep my hands to myself. Although I wanted to reach out to him, I couldn’t. Maybe in time? If he let me. God, I hoped he let me. I frowned, not quite sure why I was thinking this way. He was a stranger, but I found that I still wanted to touch him.
Rough hands grabbed my wrists, pinning my arms up and over my head. Something soft wrapped around them, restraining me and holding me in place.
A shaky breath left me.
The bed dipped beside me. A warm body pressed up against me. It was so close but felt so far away at the same time. Miss Vee said I wouldn’t be having sex tonight. I was fine with that at first but now, I wasn’t so sure.
***
(Him)
She was absolutely perfect.
I had asked my sister to leave Lexi in the white robe because I wanted to strip her myself but now I wished she was completely naked. She would be. Soon.
When I entered the room and found her kneeling and still covered, the dominant inside of me roared and came to life.
With Lexi lying beside me, her eyes blindfolded by the red silk scarf and her arms bound above her head, she was damn near flawless. The red tinge to her cheeks shot right to the tip of my dick.
It took every ounce of control I had not to rip the robe free from her body and dive into her hot cunt. But I wouldn’t. Not yet. This was all about true domination. On my part and Lexi’s.
Untying the belt at the middle of her waist, I opened the robe, revealing her creamy skin. Her chest rose and fell, her skin erupting into tiny goosebumps.
Pulling the fabric open even more, the material fell at her sides and revealed every inch of her. Her rosy nipples hardened in the cool air washing around us. Freckles adorned her skin. And her pussy had a light smattering of hair on it that made my mouth water.
Brushing my thumb along the line of her jaw, I watched her lips part. Her wet tongue peeked out, licking along her bottom lip. Her nostrils flared, her head tilted back.
With just my thumb on her skin, I trailed it along the lines of her body.
***
(Lexi)
My skin came alive at the mere touch of what I could only assume was his thumb. It trailed over every inch of me. Along my jaw. Down to my collarbone. To my throat. It pressed lightly against my jugular, sending a rush of fear mixed with heat racing throughout every nerve ending. With a snap of his hand, he could break my neck but somehow, I knew it wouldn’t happen. But the possibility that it could, was exciting and dangerous all at the same time.
A mixture of feelings rushed through me. Shame. Anxiety. Guilt. What the hell was I doing offering myself this way to a stranger?
The hand suddenly wrapped around my throat, squeezing it lightly but firmly. I gasped, tugging on the ropes binding my wrists.
Warm lips kissed the corner of my mouth. The fingers around my neck squeezed harder as if he were giving me a warning. What it was, I wasn’t sure, but I took a deep breath and willed myself to relax.
The hand released me, brushing down the length of my torso.
My nipples pebbled, my hips arching of their own accord.
The hand tapped my inner thigh.
Spreading my legs, I waited.
Lexi
THE HAND ON MY thigh was rough and calloused, with years of hard work embedded into the flesh. I almost felt owned by the firm grip he had on me. When the hand moved, my heart started racing. I had no experience when it came to sex. Losing my virginity in high school was awful, and I hadn’t looked back since. Other than a few other times I experienced the act, I had no desire for it. I knew sex could be good with the right partner, but I never sought it out. Until now.
Before I knew what was happening, the hand between my thighs cupped me. I gasped, chewing my bottom lip. Even though he hadn’t done anything yet, it ignited a burn inside of me I had never felt before.
Spreading my legs even more, I hinted with everything in me for him to take it further. How far I wanted him to go, I wasn’t sure, but I knew that I needed something. Something else. Something to take me so far out of my head, I needed his help finding my way back.
A finger brushed over my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure shooting through every nerve in my body. It moved slowly back and forth over the bundle of nerves. The pressure wasn’t enough to make me come but it was still just as sweet. So damn sweet.
The man leaned down to my ear, his hot breath fanning over my face. The scruff of his cheek scraped over mine, his tongue licking along the soft skin just beneath my ear. In a rough move, his finger thrust inside of me.
My back bowed off the bed, a gasp silent on my tongue.
The finger was soon followed by another and another. Filling me, stretching me, owning the part of me I had kept to myself for the past several years. It burned. It hurt. But it mixed with pleasure and fucked with my head. The fingers were thick, almost like he was thrusting his cock inside of me instead.
All too soon, the hand left my lower body. A drop of liquid landed on my bottom lip, an acidic scent wafting into my nose.
Licking along my lip, I swallowed the taste of my own desire.
A growl left the man. It was so soft and faint, but it still shot right to the core of my very being.
The hand moved back down to my center. Fingers slid into me. Gentle at first. But when the thumb came into contact with my clit, I swallowed a cry. The fingers sped up then. Thrusting hard. Thrusting deep. All the while rubbing my clit at the same time.
Pleasure coursed through me. It consumed every waking thought. It was intense. It was raw. It was powerful.
“Oh—” A heavy hand covered my mouth while the other pleased my lower body. Squeezing my eyes shut, my cheeks burned at my mistake. Miss Vee had said we weren’t allowed to talk but I didn’t know I couldn’t express how good this man was making me feel.
The man, my Master, pushed his fingers into me as deep as they would go.
I whimpered, which earned me another dark delicious chuckle.
Begging was on the tip of my tongue. Pleading was on the verge of falling from my lips as he shoved me into a pool of utter ecstasy. A scream lodged in my throat.
Once my trembling body simmered some, the man removed his hand from between my legs. A sense of loss washed over me.
With a gentle touch, a thumb ran over my sensitive clit.
I jumped, trying to get away but he only continued until another release hit me.
***
(Him)
She was beautiful in the way she came for me. The way she arched her back like a cat. The soft mewls and whimpers from her lips were enough to push me over the edge. I had no intention of giving her an orgasm. Not after only our first session. But she needed it just as much as I needed to give it to her.
Placing a soft peck on Lexi’s cheek, I brought my hand up to her mouth and slid my fingers, soaked with her cum, onto her tongue.
She moaned, lapping and sucking. She swallowed everything I had to give her.
Leaning down to her ear, I gave it a gentle nip. “I’m going to untie you. You’re going to wait two minutes and then take a shower. No matter what Miss Vee says, come back here next Friday night.” I kissed her cheek and rose from the bed. Sticking my fingers in my mouth, I sucked the taste of her sweet saliva off of them.
Lexi would be mine. Every inch of her. Her mind. Body. Soul. Her fucking life. Mine.
***
(Lexi)
“No matter what Miss Vee says, come back here next Friday night.”
I had been toying with the idea of not actually listening to him. Why would I? If I did, I could be out the money that I actually owe
d Luther. Another man who did funny things to my belly. But something struck me as odd about the man’s voice. It sounded familiar, but it had been so low and soft that I couldn’t quite make it out. I swore I’d heard it before.
After the man, my Master, whatever he was, left the room, I counted down the two minutes before pulling off the blindfold. Laying there, I stared up at the ceiling. This man, this dark stranger, had given me the best orgasms of my life. Could it happen that after two orgasms, you became an addict? I wanted more. No, I needed it.
But how the hell could I go see him on Friday when I didn’t even know what he looked like and Miss Vee ran the show here? The guy was delusional if you asked me. Maybe it was a test to see if I would listen to him or not.
Rising from the bed, I rubbed my wrists and headed to the bathroom.. The room was larger than my own bedroom. It held a white claw bathtub along with a shower stall. A vanity made of a dark cherry oak wood sat in one corner. A long counter stocked with toiletries sat to my right. Not wanting to spend more time here than necessary, I quickly cleaned myself up and got dressed. I was just hiking the strap of my bag higher onto my shoulder when the door opened, revealing Miss Vee.
“Oh, you’re dressed.”
“Yes.” I was half tempted to curtsy.
“I’ll walk you out.” She turned abruptly and headed back out into the hall.
Frowning, I followed her but stopped at the doorway. Glancing back at the bed, my body heated. The sheets were crumpled. The ties that had bound my wrists were red like the scarf that had cut off my vision.
Shifting my sights between the bed and out into the hall, I quickly went to the bed and snatched the scarf. Stuffing it into my bag, I left the room.
***
(Him)
“What the hell did you do?” Vanessa demanded, slamming the door shut behind her.
“I didn’t do anything.” I rose from my spot behind my desk and walked to the minibar. “You know I want her. You made it so I would have her.” My gaze flicked to my sister over my shoulder. “Thank you for that by the way.”
