by J. M. Walker
Miss Vee: Your next session has been moved up to tonight.
My stomach tumbled. No. There was no way.
Miss Vee: Correction, it’s been moved up to 3pm. I suggest you not keep your Master waiting.
I checked the time. That was twenty minutes from now. Shit.
Lexi
“YOU’RE LATE.”
I winced, following Miss Vee down the long hallway.
“I got caught up at work.” And with a man who drove me crazy. I couldn’t believe I had sex with Luther. Of all people, it just had to be him. If my brother found out, he was going to kill me.
“Well your Master is waiting and he’s not happy that you’re late.” Miss Vee’s steps sped up.
“I wasn’t expecting to come here today and it’s not my fault I had to work. Some of us actually have to do that for a living.”
Miss Vee stopped suddenly, spinning on me.
I jumped, taking a step back. My cheeks burned at my outburst.
“You’re lucky you don’t belong to me, pet,” she snapped.
“I don’t belong to anyone,” I corrected her. “I wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for my brother forcing my hand.”
Miss Vee grinned. “Oh, I like to think that you would be here no matter what. There’s a natural submissive in you. You’ve been in control for your whole life. It’s about time you give that control to someone else.”
“How can you know that?” I asked her, crossing my arms under my chest and lifting my chin defiantly.
She laughed. “You’re fun, Lexi. So damn fun.” She spun on her heel. “Let’s go.”
I swallowed a sigh and did as I was told. Again.
Once we made it to the hallway between the scene rooms, I realized that the curtains were closed. “Are they being used?”
“They are. It seems like everyone wanted to up their appointments today.” Miss Vee shook her head. “I don’t even know what’s going on anymore.”
That made two of us.
“Alright, pet. Your Master wanted you in a different room tonight. But I’ve been instructed to put the blindfold on you before you enter the room.” She caught my gaze. “You good with that?”
My heart jumped. “Is something wrong?”
“No.” Her face softened. “Not with you.” Her dark eyes moved back and forth over my face. “I think…listen, I can’t say too much. Which I know has never stopped me before, but I will tell you that your Master has had a rough day. That’s all I know. That’s all I can say.”
A sense of pride washed over me that he needed my help to make him feel better. Should I be proud of that? Should I want to help him?
Miss Vee continued walking toward the end of the hall, stopping in front of a door. She handed me a red scarf. “Put this on,” she instructed. “I’m assuming you don’t have the other one you took with you?”
“Uh…no.” I didn’t realize she knew I did that.
Miss Vee smiled. “It’s not a big deal that you took the scarf. I’m sure your Master would be honored that you took something that reminded you of him.”
All I could do was nod as I took the scarf from her. I wrapped the cool soft material around my head, the world disappearing in front of me.
“Breathe, pet,” she whispered in my ear. “You’ll enjoy this just as much as he will.”
Somehow, I had a feeling that I would enjoy this a whole lot more than him.
***
(Him)
Pacing back and forth, I waited for my sister to bring Lexi to me. The rage inside of me grew the longer time went on where she wasn’t kneeling before me. It shouldn’t be this way. After the morning I had, I needed her to make me feel better. To make me feel like a man and not like the monster I had come to be.
Footsteps sounded from the other side of the closed door.
I stopped pacing and waited.
The door opened slowly, revealing Vanessa and Lexi. My sister caught my gaze, her brows narrowing in the center, but she didn’t say anything and gently pushed Lexi farther into the room before exiting and shutting the door.
Lexi and I were alone.
Finally.
It had felt like years since I traced her body with my fingers. Since I had her coming apart in my hands. I needed more. I needed everything this woman had to offer me. And I would take it. Every inch. And I would use her to make us both feel good.
My dick throbbed, twitching against the fly of my pants. A hot tremor traveled through me, the lust thick in the air between us.
Lexi’s cheeks reddened, the red scarf tied around her head making the flush more crimson.
Taking a step toward her, I scented the air. Something sweet wafted into my nose. Flowers maybe. It was so faint, I couldn’t be sure exactly what the scent was but either way, it only made my dick harden even more.
Closing the distance between us, I leaned down toward her, careful not to touch but tease instead.
Her lips parted, her pink tongue licking along her bottom lip. With my mouth mere inches from hers, I watched her chest rise and fall. The red in her cheeks became even more pronounced. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides. This sweet girl had been in control for so long. Of her life. Her job. Her brother. It was time I helped her out of her head and showed her how powerful true submission could be.
***
(Lexi)
Something was off with him. My Master. I could feel the tension rippling off him. Even though I couldn’t see him, I bet his brows were furrowed. His jaw clenched. His piercing eyes burning through me. I imagined they were dark. Or maybe crystal blue. I knew he was strong and powerful but gentle at the same time. He had touched me with the lightest of touches and made me fall apart beneath him. It only heightened the desire I had for this man which in turn made my cheeks heat even more. Was it natural to become addicted to someone you’d never even talked to, let alone seen? I wasn’t a shallow person. I didn’t care what he looked like because I sure as hell was attracted to him.
An image of Luther flashed into my mind, but I forced it back. I couldn’t worry about him. It wasn’t like I was the only woman he was sleeping with anyway.
With nimble fingers, my Master started undressing me. I had come from work, so I probably smelled like the deli. As soon as I stood naked before him, a soft growl left him.
My body heated. Clearly, he didn’t care if I smelled like sandwich meat and salad.
He brushed the back of his knuckles down the center of my torso.
The scent of musk and spice wafted into my nose, like he had just taken a shower moments before coming to see me.
My nipples peaked, the tiny hairs on my body tingling under his soft touch.
With a firm hand, he pushed me back until my calves hit the edge of what I assumed was a chair. My Master spun me around and bent me over the edge of something hard. Running his fingers down my spine, he landed a palm against my ass.
I gasped, my body burning for him.
Wrapping his fingers around my wrist, he bound it at the base of whatever it was that I was bent over. He did the same with my other wrist and both of my ankles. I had no idea what I was bound to. I mentally smacked myself for not doing more research when it came to BDSM.
With a firm grip, he fisted my hair and placed a soft peck just beneath my ear. “I know you fucked someone else today,” he whispered. “I can smell him on you.”
No. That wasn’t possible. Was it?
“Are you a little slut, pet?” he asked, his voice so low, I almost couldn’t hear him. “One cock isn’t good enough for you?”
My heart started racing. No, he couldn’t be mad. He had no reason to be. I opened my mouth to speak but remembered the rules.
The man chuckled. The sound was dark and depraved. It sent a shiver of fear trembling through me and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.
Releasing my hair, he kissed my cheek. “Your safeword is Charlie.”
Lexi
MY STOMACH TUMBLED. HOW the
hell could he know my brother’s name?
“Hold up two fingers if this gets to be too much for you.” Brushing his hand down my cheek, my Master placed a soft peck on my lips. “Open.”
Before I could ask what he meant, an item was shoved against my lips, forcing me to open my mouth. My teeth sunk into the rubber while he locked the item in place behind my head. I was bound and helpless to this man I didn’t know but craved. I had never seen him or touched him but wanted him just the same. God, did I ever want him. To take me out of my head. To control me in ways I never thought were possible. None of this made sense but I was at the point where I just didn’t care anymore.
“I won’t hurt you,” he murmured in my ear, “but I will cause you pain.”
My heart picked up speed, my body heating at the dark promise hidden beneath his words.
He moved behind me, grazing his hand down the length of my spine. Suddenly, his palm connected with the cheek of my ass.
I jumped, the sting of his touch caressing me in a hard embrace.
Swat. Swat. Swat.
I moaned, squeezed my eyes shut, and further sunk my teeth into the ball between my lips.
Swat. Swat. Swat.
My breath came out in short bursts of air. My skin flushed with a sheen of sweat.
Swat. Swat. Swat.
Spots danced in my vision, my body becoming numb. I vaguely heard a zipper lowering somewhere in the distance.
Swat. Swat. Swat.
My Master suddenly thrust into me.
I cried out, my voice muffled by the gag between my lips.
He grunted, dug his fingers into my hips, and sped up his hips. It wasn’t slow. It wasn’t gentle. It was violent and brutal, each thrust of his cock going faster and harder.
My body tingled, my core stretching to meet his size. My Master was punishing me. I didn’t know how I knew that, but I could feel it down to the marrow of my bones. He knew I had sex today. How he could smell Luther on me was next to impossible, but he said it and it fucked with my head. I shouldn’t have felt guilty, but I did. It also wasn’t my fault. I had no intention of coming to The Club today.
Another swat landed on my ass, forcing me back to the situation at hand.
My cries became louder the longer he fucked me.
Swat. Swat. Swat.
My body shook, a hard release shattering through me. My pussy clenched around him, sucking him in deeper than before.
He groaned, digging his fingers into the cheeks of my ass to the point my eyes burned with unshed tears. But the pain, as brutal as it was, only seemed to heighten the release I just had as it rolled right into another one.
My legs shook, my hands tugging at the restraints.
More. Please give me more.
I had no idea I would be into this kind of sex, but it felt good. It felt so damn good. I was addicted. I moaned, attempting to arch my hips even though I couldn’t go very far.
He chuckled, landing another swat on my ass before rubbing his thumb over the tight rim that had never been touched by another person before.
My heart picked up speed. I was restrained with nowhere to go. If I wanted him to stop, all I had to do was hold up two fingers. But the sick part of me was curious to see just how far he would take it.
My Master pushed his thumb into me, breaching past the tight barrier.
I cried out, my body burning at the foreign feeling rushing through me.
He removed his thumb and replaced it with a finger, followed by another and another. Stretching me. Making sure I would fit whatever else he had to give me.
More.
God, what the hell was wrong with me?
The man released me, pulled his cock free from my body and lined the tip up with my ass.
I took a breath at the same time he thrust into me in one smooth move. Inhaling a sharp gasp, my vision faded in and out.
The brutal thrusts of his cock in a place no man had ever been, sent me over the edge. It felt as though he was splitting me in two and while the pain turned into pleasure, I couldn’t help but feel like he was fucking me with every intent to hurt me.
My clit swelled, aching to be touched. My pussy leaked, dripping down his balls that slapped against me with every thrust of his cock.
“Come,” he demanded, landing a hard swat against the cheek of my ass.
My body shook. I was so far gone, deep within my head, that I didn’t know what was going on anymore. A shiver raced through me. That one command unleashed pleasure coursing through every single vein beneath my skin.
He grunted, leaning over me. His hot breath scorched the side of my face. Pulling most of the way out, he slammed back into me.
A release rocked through me, hitting me in a spot no one had ever been able to reach before.
After a few more thrusts, he grunted, his dick swelling inside of me. A warmth coated me from within, enveloping me in a blanket of bliss.
My Master pulled out of me, placing a soft kiss on my tailbone and unshackling me from whatever it was I was bent over.
Lifting me into his arms, he cradled me like a child against his chest.
I latched onto him, shivering as the cool air washed over me. I was placed on something soft. A bed?
With his arms wrapped around me, he grazed his hand up and down my spine, placing soft pecks on my face. “You did well, pet,” he whispered. “I’m so proud of you.”
I whimpered, grabbing his shirt and pulling myself against him. I couldn’t explain it, but I needed more. To touch him. To taste him. To feel his skin against mine. For him to kiss me. “Let me see you,” I blurted.
The man stiffened and released me.
A cold draft washed over me. “No.” I reached out but couldn’t find him anywhere. “Please.”
A door closed in the distance.
Ripping off the blindfold, I found that I was alone. “Shit.”
***
(Him)
Loosening the tie around my neck, I started pacing back and forth. I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have been so damn rough with her but there was something inside of Lexi that called out to me. Her submissive to my Dominant. Her innocence to my depravity. Her fucking purity to my evil.
Blowing out a slow breath, I rubbed the back of my neck and flexed my fingers into fists. I was antsy and when I was antsy, someone usually paid for it. Tonight, it had been her.
The door to my office opened, revealing Vanessa.
“You good?” she asked, leaning against the doorframe. Under normal circumstances, she would have given me shit for how I left Lexi, but this wasn’t normal. Not in the least. I left her that way before I truly destroyed what little innocence she had left. She asked to see me. I wanted her to see me, but I chickened out and pulled away from her, leaving her alone. When she was in that fragile state of mind. I fucked up. I should have administered aftercare after she hit subspace. But I was a pussy.
“I can’t keep doing this. I have to reveal who I am.” The desperation in my voice pissed me off. Stomping to the minibar, I poured myself a glass of whiskey. Drinking it back in one gulp, I let the amber liquid burn its way down into the pit of my gut. Although it calmed the racing of my heart, it didn’t stop me from wanting to punch the shit out of someone.
“I had someone give Lexi some chocolate. She’s resting now.” Vanessa held up her hand, checking out her fingernails. “I won’t ask why you didn’t wait for her to get out of subspace. You know what can happen—”
“Of course I fucking know,” I yelled, slamming the shot glass onto the top of the bar. Lexi could have gone into subdrop. Depression could hit her hard and I was an asshole who didn’t see her through it to make sure that she was okay.
Moving to my desk, I wiggled the mouse until the screen came to life. Opening up the security system, I clicked on the camera to the room Lexi was in. She was lying on the large bed I left her in, the red sheets now wrapped around her naked body.
I blew out a slow breath of relief and
sat back in my chair.
“You can’t do that again.” Vanessa came around the desk and rested her hip against the edge of it. Her gaze landed on Lexi’s sleeping form. “There’s something about her.”
“I know.” Fuck. “I know,” I repeated.
“What are you going to do about her brother?”
My gaze popped to my sister’s then. “Nothing at the moment.” I would do something. Eventually. But first, I needed to explain to Lexi exactly how I knew who her brother was. And once she found out, I just hoped she would give me a chance to make things right.
Lexi
IT HAD BEEN A few days since I visited The Club and my Master unleashed his wrath on my body. But something told me that it wasn’t the full extent of what he was capable of. It had also been that long since I’d seen Luther. Something was strange about this whole thing and it nagged at me, but I couldn’t figure out exactly what it was.
Placing the cloth on the counter, I glanced around the deli before me. It was pushing nine at night and there hadn’t been a customer in the past hour. Some nights were slow, but this was unreal. There was no other deli or restaurant on this street, no new eating places nearby. Something was up, and I had no idea what it was. Did people see Luther here? Could that be it? Were people so damn terrified of him, that they refused to eat at places he frequented?
The chime dinged as the door opened. Charlie strolled into the diner, pausing in his steps and glancing around him. “Slow night?”
“Yeah.” I sighed. “I have no idea why.” When I finished wiping down the counters, I locked up. My chest tightened. Maybe this was it. Maybe I would have to close the deli. If business was going to remain this slow, I would have no choice but to close up shop.
“We have to promote this place more,” Charlie said, pulling me from my thoughts.
I grimaced. Knowing where he was going with this, I turned toward him. “I hate social media. You know that.”
He shrugged, sitting on the stool at the counter. The same stool Luther sat on in what felt like weeks ago.
