Copyright 2002 by trendyredhead. All rights reserved.
Bzzz Bzzz Bzzz
Jamie rolled over and looked at the clock as she turned off the alarm. 7:15 a.m. God, it was early. Now why had I set my alarm, she wondered. Oh yeah, that darn project. The conference room. And him. It was all coming back to her now. She blushed as she thought about what had happened the night before. She couldn't believe she'd been so brazen and so wanton, telling him how badly she wanted him to just fuck her. But God, what he had done to her was just... just... well, she couldn't even bring herself to think about it.
See you at nine, he'd said. Shit, she didn't want to face him again. How could she, knowing that he'd turned her over his lap, spanked her, and then fingered her to an orgasm that left her weak in the knees and left a wet spot on his pants? She'd rather die than face him again.
However, she had given Worthless her word that she'd get this report done by Monday, and it was going to take at least another eight hours to get it finished. She knew she was terrible with data gathering, but Worthless had it in for her. And laying here in bed wasn't going to get it done, unfortunately. Jamie rolled out of bed and headed for the shower.
Standing under the spray, she let her hands wander the contours of her breast. Would he find them pleasing, she wondered. What would it feel like to have his lips wrapped around the pale pink nipples that crowned her fair breasts? She turned to face the spray, letting the water sting her nipples, and she gasped as the initial pain turned to throbbing pleasure.
She glanced at the clock above the shower - 7:25. If she hurried, she might just have enough time. She coated her hair with deep conditioner and piled it on top of her head, securing it with a clip. Let's see if I can do it in three minutes, she challenged herself.
She pulled the handheld showerhead out of its holder and spread her feet apart. She bent her knees slightly and adjusted the spray to a single jet. Closing her eyes, she thought back to the night before and the feelings he had ignited in her as she lay over his lap, exposed to him and completely vulnerable. She aimed the water jet at her wide open pussy, then slowly drew the water up to her clit.
Her hips bucked involuntarily at the pressure on her most sensitive part, and yet it felt so good that she continued thrusting into the water. She traced clockwise circles on her clit with the water while the fingers from her other hand found the entrance to her pussy.
She slowly slipped two fingers inside and rubbed on her G-spot. Oh god, she moaned. She thrust her fingers in and out rapidly, her breath coming in heaves. It feels so fucking good, she thought. She imagined her fingers were his fingers, and the water was his teeth, pulling at her clit while he flicked it with his tongue.
Jamie felt a flood of wetness around her hand and the tightening of her pussy around her fingers. The feeling in her clit intensified, and she felt as though she were going to pass out from the sheer pleasure of it. That's it, she moaned, make me come god I'm going to come oh god oh god oh please oh oh oh yes yes! Her orgasm overtook her, rendering her speechless, and her wrist went limp, the water hitting her thigh instead of her throbbing clit.
She was dimly aware that the clock now said 7:32. So I didn't beat the three minutes, but it was too damn good to complain, she thought. She quickly rinsed her hair and turned off the water. As she dried herself off, she contemplated what to wear.
I need to look sexy, she thought, but not like I put any thought or effort into it. And that is not the easiest task. After tossing aside several outfits, she settled on a fitted white V-neck t-shirt and jeans with a pair of black sandals. She scrunched her hair with a little leave-in conditioner, then flipped her hair over her head and aimed the blow dryer at the roots for a few seconds to create a little volume before flipping her hair back over. She fixed a few stray strands and smiled. A little mascara and sheer lip gloss would complete the look. Innocent, yet sexy. Her cheeks had a faint blush all their own - was that from her earlier orgasm, she wondered, or just from the warm bathroom? Well, regardless of where it came from, it was rather becoming.
After spraying herself lightly with her favorite vanilla perfume, she glanced at the clock again. 8:15. Perfect timing. She could get there before nine and be hard at work when he got there. And she wasn't going to be an easy target today, she decided. She wasn't going to throw herself at him. It's not as though she couldn't have any guy she wanted, after all. Last night was merely a lapse in judgment. A TEMPORARY lapse, she told herself.
She arrived at the office at 8:45, and didn't see his white truck in the lot. Jamie felt relieved. At precisely 9:00, a new email arrived:
"I'm in the 4th floor training room. Bring your files and come down here."
Her heart sank. He was not only here, but he was waiting for her. She sat for a moment, weighing her options. If she went downstairs, there were three possibilities. One, they'd do nothing but work, and when the project was finished, she'd go home and it would be as though nothing ever happened. Two, no work would be accomplished, and she'd have a lot of explaining to do on Monday - or she'd have to come back again tomorrow to get it done. Or three, she'd get the project done and then something might happen afterwards - but at least the project would be finished. Girl, she said to herself, you actually showed up today, knowing he'd be here. Obviously you weren't that concerned about what might or might not happen if you went to the office, so why are you so concerned now? Ultimately, you have control here, don't you?
But that was the question, she answered herself. Do I? Do I really have control? She had no answer for that question, so she gathered her files and went downstairs.
She found him in the training room, thinking to herself how fitting it was that he should pick this room out of all the places in their building. He was sitting a terminal in the back row and didn't turn when she walked in.
"Sit here, Red" he said, without looking up, gesturing to the terminal next to him. She set her files down between the terminals and sat, unsure of exactly what to do.
"Once you get signed on, I'll email you the work I've done so far."
She entered her sign-on and password and waited while her system loaded. She could see his reflection in her screen, so she seized the opportunity to study him. He was concentrating on what he was typing, and he was absentmindedly chewing on his bottom lip while he worked.
She launched her email and file manager while she contemplated his eyes. They were hazel, with a rim of navy around the iris. She knew that without even looking at them. She could see him scanning the words on the screen in front of him.
"My email's open now," she said quietly. "What's the plan for today?"
He clicked a few times with his mouse and an email appeared on her screen. "What I've done is set up the template for the report. I'll take the first two sections and do the research, and you'll pull the data together for the last two sections. I think we should be done with that by noon. We'll break for lunch and then write the summary together."
Wow, Jamie thought. He actually has a plan. How unusual. Well, I guess he's not going to mention last night, so I won't either. She opened the report template he sent her and got to work.
At 11:30, her neck sore and her eyes dry, she pushed her chair back and stood up. "I've got to get a drink and stretch for a minute. Do you need anything?"
"Yeah, I'll get something in a minute."
"Alright. Suit yourself."
She went to the bathroom and then got a diet coke from the machine in the kitchenette. She leaned against the counter, closed her eyes, and took a long drink. When did life get so complicated, she wondered.
She could hear him humming before she saw him. When he turned the corner she was standing with her back to him, studying the open newspaper someone had left behind the day before.
"Whatcha readin'?" His voice was low and soft next to her ear, and she could feel the warmth of his body next to her shoulder even though he wasn't quite touching her. She shivered, even though she was far from cold.
"Nothing," she said.
He reached around her and turned the newspaper 180 degrees. "Maybe if it were right side up you might find something to read."
She felt the redness creeping up her neck and cheeks, and she wished the floor would just open up and swallow her whole.
"Come on, we've got work to do. I've ordered a pizza - the guard will call me when it gets here. Until then, let's keep working. That is, unless you'd rather read the paper." He turned and walked back into the training room without looking to see if she would follow.
The rest of the afternoon was uneventful. Lunch came and went, and by 2:30, the report was finished. He ran off two copies and they read over it, making sure there were no spelling errors or other obvious mistakes.
"It looks good," he said, dropping the report on the table. "You satisfied?"
She paused before answering, knowing he was referring to her satisfaction with the report, but wanting to answer 'no' just the same.
"Yeah," she replied softly. "I guess I am. Thanks again for your help. If it weren't for you, I'd be spending all weekend here."
"Don't mention it," he answered, gathering up his things. "Are you going to email it to her or leave it on her desk?"
"Both, I think. But you don't need to stay. I'm sure you have other things to do, and I can manage just fine. Thanks for lunch, too."
"You're welcome. See you later." He left, the door closing softly behind him. Jamie sent the email to her boss and gathered up her files, wondering what on earth happened this morning. Sure, the reason they were there was to get the report done, but she thought maybe he'd finish what he'd started last night.
When she opened her briefcase to put the files inside, she saw something that hadn't been there earlier. She pulled it out and discovered it was her panties, with a note attached.
"7:30 - my house - don't be late."
Jamie sank down into her chair, trembling. So it wasn't over after all, she mused. Perhaps it was just beginning.
At 7:25, Jamie pulled into Ian's driveway. The lights were off inside, but she could see smoke coming from the chimney, so she knew he was home.
What in the fuck am I doing here, she asked herself. I have got to be crazy for doing this. I'm just asking for trouble.
You want him, she answered herself. You want him so badly you can taste it. Last night intrigued you more than you care to admit, but you can't deny he aroused you more than you ever thought possible.
But why, after all this time, is he suddenly doing this, she wondered. It's not like he hasn't had opportunities before. Lord knows I've given him plenty. And come to think of it, there was that one night when I was here watching a movie, when we accidentally kissed... Why not make a move then? We were both drunk, and obviously attracted to each other. Why wait until now, and ambush me in a conference room when I least expect it?
She watched the clock change to 7:28. Don't be late, his voice rang in her ears. Or what, she asked? You'll spank me? She mocked silently. Big f-ing deal.
She walked up the stairs to the back door. It was ajar, so she let herself in.
She paused in the kitchen, letting her eyes become adjusted to the darkness. "Hello?" she called. "Anybody home?"
Silence.
She set her purse on the counter and slipped off her shoes. The late afternoon rain hadn't dried up completely, and she didn't want to get wet footprints on his new carpet. She padded softly into the living room, where she found him sitting in a club chair, nursing a scotch on the rocks. A bottle of tequila and an empty shot glass lay on the table in front of him, beside a bowl of sliced lemons and a shaker of salt. Obviously he had remembered tequila was her drink of choice.
"Help yourself," he gestured toward the tequila.
"I'm not interested in drinking, but thanks anyway." Jamie looked around, unsure of whether or not to sit. The furniture was new since the last time she'd been here.
"Suit yourself," he replied. "Come here," he said, grasping her hand and pulling her into his lap.
She sat awkwardly, his arm pulling her against his chest, the other hand setting the scotch down next to the chair on the floor.
He began to stroke her hair, and despite herself, she began to relax. He turned her so she was half facing him, her head tucked underneath his chin, and continued playing with her hair. The other hand wrapped around her midsection and rubbed the small of her back. She felt so safe and so secure, but her mind was still racing with questions.
He kissed her then, a gentle, open-mouthed kiss that seemed to go on forever. When it ended, she didn't move, their lips still touching, their breathing heavy and in sync. He stroked her cheek with his thumb as he cradled her face in his hand.
She shifted, feeling his semi-hard cock against her thigh, and a soft moan escaped him. "Sweet Jamie, what are you doing to me?"
She opened her eyes and gazed into his, not blinking, hoping to find the answer somewhere in the depths of his eyes.
He kissed her again, this time with a more intense passion than before. Her head was spinning and all she could think was "Oh god, please don't stop..." His hard cock was pressing against her, and she cursed the layers of material separating their bodies. She wanted him inside her, had to have him inside her or she'd explode.
Suddenly he was laying her down on the floor in front of the fire, pulling her pants down her legs with one hand while undoing his belt with the other. She reached down and pulled her pants off the rest of the way, taking her panties with them.
"Turn over," he said, "and take your shirt and bra off." She did as he directed, not quite sure where this was leading, but she wanted him too badly to question him about his plans. As long as they were naked, she didn't care.
She lay on her stomach, her head on her bent arms, her face to the side. She could barely see him out of the corner of her eye as he took off his pants and shirt, leaving him in only boxers and socks. She hid a smile, thinking how men didn't realize how utterly ridiculous they looked in nothing but boxers and socks.
She heard a soft click, and he disappeared from her view. She was curious, but didn't turn over to investigate. Instead, she watched the fire licking at the logs, thinking about what it might be like to have him lick her clit. Would he be gentle, or would he play rough? Would he understand that she always needed fingers - or something - inside her pussy in order to come? Or would he even bother with pleasuring her at all this time? Might he just insist that she service him instead? Well, that might not be all bad, she thought with a grin. After all, she mused, I DO have that letter of recommendation... I know I'm good at that, and I've never had a man refuse to satisfy me after I've given head.
On the other hand, not counting last night, she could count on one hand the number of men who had succeeded in getting her to come, and that was her fiancé. Just one man had been able to bring her to orgasm, and that was only because she'd finally felt comfortable touching herself during sex, so it wasn't exactly as if the credit was all his.
"Jamie!" She could hear him calling her name.
"Yes?" She called back, not sure exactly where he was.
"Come in the bedroom, please."
She rolled over and stood up, guessing that the bedroom must be where the dim light was coming from in the hallway.
She strolled down the short hallway to the bedroom, aware of her hips swaying. She felt herself grow wetter as she neared the bedroom. When she reached the semi-closed door, she could smell sandalwood and musk.
She pushed open the door and saw a naked woman lying on the bed. Her hair splayed out over the pillow, a tangle of dark curls a striking contrast to the white pillowcase. He was sitting on the edge of the bed next to the woman, playing with her right nipple. Incense burned on the dresser.
"Jamie, I believe you know Kim." Jamie was stunned. Not Kim, please no let this be a joke, she thought. This can't be happening. Kim was his barely-legal former live-in girlfriend. The one time they had met at a happy hour, it was obvious, even to the casual observer, that they despised each other.
"I thought you weren't seeing her anymore," she whispered. She felt very cold all of a sudden, the former heat of passion giving way to numbness. She grabbed a blanket from the floor at the end of the bed and wrapped it around herself, as though to protect herself from what she didn't want to hear confirmed.
"We aren't, technically. But she's still my slave."
"Your what?" She knew she must have a blank look on her face, but this was hard to comprehend.
"Kim serves me, any time, anywhere, and any way I want her to, don't you, Kim?"
"Yes, Master. Whatever pleases you."
"Kim has been well trained, and she has been especially pleasing as of late, so I decided to grant her one request. She has requested another woman, you in particular, and quite frankly, I am rather aroused by the thought of watching her with you."
She was speechless. Another woman was one thing, but with Kim? And she was his slave? She was ready to turn around and walk out when he spoke.
"I know this must come as a shock, Red. But I think you'll do just fine, once you get past your initial reticence."
"Can I talk with you ALONE please?" This was not what she had bargained for, and quite frankly, she was rather pissed at the mere suggestion.
"Anything you want to talk with me about can be said in front of Kim."
She took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, counting to ten before the words came pouring out.
"You know how much I hate her - hate the THOUGHT of her - and you're asking me to FUCK her? Are you out of your mind? I don't know what in the HELL you're thinking, particularly after last night, but you've got another thing coming if you think I'm going to pleasure HER."
"Are you finished yet?"
"Maybe."
"Last night I gave you exactly what you wanted, whether you admit it to yourself or not. I was also testing your responsiveness and your willingness to be adventuresome. You obviously did well or you wouldn't be here tonight. I think the thought of being with a woman intrigues you, although I can understand your reluctance for that woman to be Kim. However, she is still my slave and she will certainly make this a night for you to remember. To do any less would disappoint me, which she knows not to do. Isn't that right, Kim?"
"Yes, Master."
"So as you can see, you really have nothing to lose from participating."
She considered this for a moment. "But what do I have to gain?"
He smiled. "Everything, my dear. Everything."
"I don't exactly understand what you're getting at."
"I'm looking to train a new submissive. I think you have good potential, provided we can keep your temper under control. And I think, deep down, you know this is the kind of life you want, where someone else worries about everything you need, and your only task is to worry about pleasing me."
"I see..." She was intrigued, but still seething at the thought of spending even a moment with Kim.
"And I know you're concerned about Kim. However, that's already taken care of. She's learned all she can learn from me, and I'm giving her to a new Master, one who can keep her on a shorter leash, so to speak. She tends to get into trouble quite a bit," he confided. "However, as a reward for completing her training, I've asked her to assist me in finding a new submissive. We discussed various women we know, and felt you had the best potential. She asked that she might be able to... audition you, so to speak."
"So that's what this is all about? A fucking audition to be your slave?" She had a hard time choking those works out. This was totally unbelievable, she thought.
"I wish you wouldn't think of it that way, my sweet. I can tell you are looking for someone who can relieve you of the burden of control you bear in your ordinary life. You are looking for someone you can trust completely, who will care for your every desire and allow you the pleasure of having one focus and one focus only - serving him."
She mulled his words over. Yes, it was true. She was, she supposed, wanting someone else to take care of her, to place herself in another's hands, trusting that her needs would be met. But this wasn't exactly what she'd had in mind. Or was it? She was engaged, for pete's sake. This conversation shouldn't even be happening.
"I think you and Kim should spend some time talking, so you can ask her some of the questions I know are running through your mind. I'd like the two of you to go into the living room and sit by the fire. I'll prepare some drinks for you and leave you alone to talk. Jamie, dear, you will, of course, need to set aside your personal feelings for Kim in order for you to get the answers to your questions. I can assure you she feels no ill will toward you. On the contrary, she is pleased that you are here and truly wants you to willingly give yourself to me. Remember, my pleasure has been her only concern for the past two years, and she believes you will please me."
After a nod from Ian, Kim slid off the bed and walked into the living room. Jamie wasn't sure she wanted to follow.
"I know your desire for information outweighs your need to act independently, sweet one. Go on. She won't bite." He grinned, and she could hear him silently completing that last sentence with "unless you want her to." However, he was right. She DID want answers. She wanted to know what made Kim so obviously content with this lifestyle. She wanted to know what was expected of her, what she did that pleased him, and what didn't please him. She wanted to know if she was satisfied - in more ways than one.
She and Kim sat on the floor in front of the fire. Kim immediately indicated that they were not allowed to sit on the furniture unless invited to do so. Normally, she spent her time kneeling for Ian, but tonight was an exception. They would sit however was comfortable, although they would remain on the floor. Jamie drew the sheet tightly around her, feeling awkward and embarrassed for Kim's nakedness.
Ian brought them a pitcher of margaritas and two glasses and retired to the den, leaving them alone.
"If you'd like," Kim began, "I can tell you why gave myself to him. Why don't you pour for us while I explain how I ended up here."
She nodded. Yes, perhaps that would be a good place to start, she thought, as she reached for the pitcher. She was sure she'd need plenty of alcohol to get through this evening.
Kim had been raised in a strict home, although both her parents were absent much of the time. She found it hard to take care of herself, hard to make her own decisions, because someone had always made them for her. Ian offered her a place to live, freeing her from her parents' rules, and the knowledge that she would be completely cared for. In return, he expected complete submission. She existed solely to please and pleasure him. She also cared for the house, doing cleaning, laundry, and cooking, always to his specifications and always to please him, her Master. He would take her as he pleased, share her with whomever he wished, and deny her pleasure as he saw fit. While having to discipline her was not his biggest turn-on, it was necessary to ensure she understood when she had displeased him. She was happy, having nothing to worry about except pleasing and pleasuring her master. It was an offer she could not have refused. An hour and a pitcher of margaritas later, Kim was finished with her story.
"So why, then, is he giving you to someone else?" Jamie asked, her tongue feeling fuzzy.
"Because I need more training and more severe discipline than he can provide. It's an amicable separation."
Jamie was having a hard time comprehending all this. She wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the utter strangeness of this conversation. But either way, she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to stick around to find out more.
"Jamie, why don't you tell me about what it is you're looking for."
Jamie was silent. She had no idea what she was looking for. She was attracted to Ian, had been since the day they met, but she had no idea that lifestyles like this existed outside of X-rated movies and books.
"Ok, I can tell you aren't sure how to answer that, and that's alright. Why don't you tell me about your past relationships, what you liked and what you didn't like. Maybe that will help you realize why his offer tempts you."
Jamie thought for a moment, then began to talk. She described always wanting the "bad boys", the ones who would treat her badly but provide her hot, steamy sex occasionally. She felt like a whore, most of the time, unable to get a boyfriend, but the first one her male acquaintances would call when they were horny and alone with no other prospects. She liked that feeling of being wanted, of being desired, but without the responsibility of a relationship. She also liked the rush she got from doing something forbidden. Most of her friends had no idea how many men she'd slept with, or who any of those men were.
In college, there had been many, many men. Most lasted one or two encounters. Sometimes, if they were very good in bed, she might allow three. But that was the limit. There was also a string of one-nighters, men she met at frat parties, friends of friends, strangers in bars. The less she knew about them, the better. They simply helped pass an otherwise empty weekend.
But there were some who were memorable, for their own unique reasons. There was Marco, the football star of their small liberal arts college, who was a genuine asshole, but had such an incredible body that she simply couldn't resist offering herself to him. Lance the Cop had been a risk she took one night at a frat party, letting him take her home with him to the room he had in his parents' basement. It had been the first time she had been able to express her desire to be taken from behind. He bent her over the bed, fondling her breasts as he pushed into her.
Ian was a French Canadian. One of his parents was French, the other from the West Indies. He was a Casanova, and although not particularly handsome, there was something about him women found irresistible. She knew of at least two of her sorority sisters he had slept with, before they ended up on a mattress in a frat house basement after one very wild party. The next day was graduation, and although they had only finished their second year, he was leaving to go home to Quebec. He was only one of many "goodbye fucks" she had over the years.
Rob Photo was the boy from a neighboring state university who worked for the Party Pic company her sorority used. She ran into him numerous times before ending up at his apartment one winter evening. She liked him. He was one of the few who talked to her, about himself, about his dreams, about his life outside of the bedroom. And he seemed genuinely interested in her. He would call her sometimes, just to talk, which was nice. She had continued that relationship into June, before he moved back to Chicago after graduation.
There was Mitch, back home, an enemy-turned-friend when they both felt as though the whole world had deserted them. She would see him during the summer and on breaks. She would sneak out of the house after midnight, and he would pick her up and drive her to his apartment downtown, where they would share a beer, fuck, and then talk about life until it was time to get her back home before her mom woke up for work. But for them, the sex was separate from their friendship. He, too, was an ass, but she understood why. Everyone he had ever cared about had left him, dying, most of them. First his dad died, then two brothers, a classmate, and finally his mom. He protected his heart as though it were the world's most precious gem. She was the only one, as far as she knew, he had let past his carefully constructed barriers. He understood her need to have rough sex, to be taken as though she had no choice. But he refused to kiss her, a peculiarity she never did understand. Perhaps he, too, avoided a certain level of intimacy, even with her.
She talked at length about Jason, the one she thought she might marry someday. She had met him at a frat party at a state university an hour away. He had come late, from work, and joined the game of "I Never" she was playing with his friends. It soon became clear that the two of them were the most adventuresome ones at the table, and before long, they excused themselves to get some air. He kissed her against a tree in the backyard, gently but demanding her participation. They became lovers that night, in a borrowed apartment, and in the following months she spent weekends at the house he shared with his mother. Jason, she thought, was different. Over time, she knew she loved him. He was more than just a conquest, more than just a sometimes bedmate. Although he had yet to satisfy her, he tried. And he made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. But he couldn't quite let go of his ex-girlfriend, and eventually she had to tell him goodbye. She had given him her heart, and he hurt her, beyond forgiveness.
Ever since then, she had returned to her old ways, keeping her heart out of the bedroom, preferring semi-anonymous encounters with men she knew she would not see again. The strange thing was, as much as she enjoyed sex, and the pursuit leading up to the sex, she was never satisfied. None of them had tried to satisfy her. Few asked if she even came, and those who did, believed her when she lied. Jason was the only one who truly enjoyed the foreplay, even more than the sex sometimes, she thought. And it was with him that she felt at least some satisfaction, although it was more from the knowledge that she was pleasing him, rather than being pleased herself. But now, she was engaged to Steven, the one she rebounded with after Jason. He loved her, had moved across the country to be with her, and yet he had no idea that she didn't love him in return. She was engaged because she didn't know how to tell him no, didn't want to hurt him the way she had been hurt.
Without even realizing it, she began to cry. She felt so alone, she sobbed. She was so tired of feeling like nothing more than a cheap whore, so tired of giving herself to men and getting nothing in return. What was wrong with her, she wondered. What was it about her that made men want to sleep with her, but wouldn't make them date her? And why couldn't she get out of a relationship she didn't want to be in? But if she ended it, she'd never be able to face herself, knowing she had caused someone the kind of pain she so desperately tried to avoid.
There were soft hands stroking her hair, whispering to just let it all go, to cry it out, that it was ok, she wasn't alone. As her sobs began to slow, there were soft kisses on her eyelids, down her cheeks, and then soft lips found her mouth. She returned the kisses like one who was starved for affection, letting her mouth open to receive the tongue that wanted to explore.
Sshh... lie back and let me love you, she heard. Don't think, just feel, the voice urged her. She slid down, lying on her back. She was dimly aware of the sheet being opened, of hands massaging her breasts, of warm wet soft lips gently sucking her nipples. Her hands reached for the source of her pleasure, only to be pushed back to the floor above her head. She was wet, and soon warm fingers found their way inside her, thrusting first, then applying pressure to that secret spot inside that made her moan. Her clit was being rubbed, firmly and gently, while the thrusting continued. She began to writhe, feeling the tension building and the familiar heaviness inside that preceded her climax. The lips returned to her nipples, alternating between slowly circling them with the tongue, exhaling lightly to increase their erectness, and gently biting them while flicking the tongue over the tip.
She lost all sense of time as the fingers brought her so close, then slowed for a few moments before building her back up again. She wanted to come so badly, yet she didn't want the pleasure to end.
The mouth on her nipples disappeared, and she was aware of someone kneeling over her face. She could smell a salty, muskiness that was strangely familiar.
"Do you want to come, Jamie?" Ian's voice was some distance away.
"Oh yes, please, yes," she moaned.
"Make her come, and then you will be rewarded with your own."
She hesitated for the briefest of seconds, then arched her head up to find the warm, wet flesh that was her ticket to release. She swirled her tongue around, quickly finding a large ridge, and she was rewarded with a moan. She spread her legs farther, hoping to entice Kim to find her clit again.
"Use your hands on her too, not just your mouth," Ian commanded. "The quicker she comes, the greater your reward."
Her hands found the girl's slick, tight opening, and she eased two fingers in, slightly twisting them as she slowly withdrew. She paused a second, then plunged them back in, eliciting a yelp from Kim. This was how she liked to be fucked, and she was pretty sure Kim was the same. The long, slow withdrawal, a pause, and a swift re-entry was the surest way to get her off. Her tongue continued to flick her clit, but she knew as Kim's orgasm approached, she would need a different kind of pressure to bring maximum relief. As Kim's cunt tightened around her fingers, she could feel more contractions deep inside that signaled the beginning of her orgasm. Jamie sucked Kim's clit into her mouth, holding it in place with her teeth, flicking it back and forth with her tongue. As she did so, she slid a third finger from her other hand into Kim's dripping hole.
Within minutes, she felt the strong contractions start. She withdrew the third finger and, as Kim began a high-pitched whine, she slid it quickly into her ass, wiggling her fingertip in the process.
That was enough to send Kim over the edge, and she began to shake, grinding her dripping cunt into Jamie's face. When her orgasm subsided, Jamie gave her clit a lingering lick and withdrew her fingers, and Kim rolled to the side.
"Good girl," Ian said. "That was well done, my dear."
Jamie was so aroused she couldn't speak. She had no idea that servicing a woman could be such a turn-on, but she was keenly aware of the emptiness of her own body and wanted desperately to find relief. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she was aware that Ian was sitting in his club chair, sipping Scotch as he watched them. She wondered how long he had been there.
"Kneel over her the way she just did to you," Ian commanded. "Open yourself to her tongue, Jamie. Kim, you will provide her with an orgasm she won't forget, or you will pay the consequences."
Kneeling over Kim's face, she closed her eyes and tried to imagine the tongue she felt was a man's, that the fingers rubbing her G-spot were those of her fiancé. She willed herself to imagine his face, but instead the image of Kim, lying on Ian's bed, filled her mind.
As Kim's fingers expertly aroused her again, she began to moan, thrusting her hips toward her mouth, wanting her to increase the pressure on her clit. She was getting so close. Her juices began to flow, and Kim lapped at her open cunt like a kitten. Kim thrust two fingers in and out of her sopping pussy, gently biting her clit as she sucked it.
All at once she felt the wave of pleasure she knew would take her to her climax.
"Oh god that's it don't stop please don't stop oh god now I want to come now now please..." She was incapable of thinking. Her whole universe centered on her pussy, where the pleasure was so intense she almost couldn't stand it.
She leaned forward, her head near Kim's pubic mound, spreading her knees wide, wanting to give Kim total access to her flesh.
As she began to come, she felt hands on her hips and Kim's fingers left her pussy. They were replaced by the unmistakable hardness of a cock, which stretched her and filled her, pushing her over the edge. She let out a low, deep moan and let the waves of orgasm overtake her. She could feel him thrusting once, twice, three times before he pulled her firmly against him and shot jets of hot sperm inside her spasming pussy.
Some time later, after they had been lying quietly on the floor recovering from their respective orgasms, she looked over to find Ian studying her face.
"What is it?" she asked.
"You please me," he responded.
"I'm glad," she said.
"I am also surprised at your skills with Kim," he said. "I was not aware that you had had previous experience with pleasuring a woman."
"I don't," she whispered. "I just did what I knew I liked, and hoped it would work."
"Kim," he said as he turned to the silent form on his other side. "Did she please you?"
"Oh, yes, Master, very much so."
"I'm glad to hear that. I am also pleased with you, Kim. You may go wash up now. I'd like to talk with Jamie alone. You will wait for me in the bedroom."
Jamie lay still as Kim slipped out of the room, unsure of what would happen now.
"I must admit at first I was unhappy with your reticence earlier. However, after having had a chance to listen to your conversation with Kim, I better understand why. I am glad to see that you were able to let go and participate when Kim initiated lovemaking with you. I know that giving up that control must have been difficult for you. You did well. I am offering you the same arrangement Kim had, with a two month trial period. For two months, you will be here every evening from six until ten for training, at which time you will return home. We will continue our working relationship as though this arrangement does not exist, of course. By day we will be co-workers, but at night you exist only to please me. I will expect your total commitment and cooperation. No exceptions will be tolerated, and punishment for disobedience will be swift and memorable. If, after two months, I am still satisfied with your progress, you will move in with me, and will be my slave. I have also come to the conclusion that you will marry Steven as planned."
She was silent for a moment.
"May I speak?"
"Of course."
"This is a very big decision, and I don't like to make big decisions without my clothes on. May I have some time to think about it?"
"I'm prepared to give you until Monday to decide."
"And if I don't accept?"
"No hard feelings. Nothing at the office will change."
She gave this some thought before responding. This had been the most bizarre night of her life, and she knew this decision would be a life-changing one. She just wasn't entirely sure she could commit to surrendering to someone else entirely. On the other hand, it was becoming increasingly clear that he was capable of tuning into what excited her, anticipating her desires even before she did. But how could she do that to Steven? Hell, she already had.
"I'll think it over, and I'll let you know on Monday."
"If you decide the answer is yes, then be here at 6 to begin your training. If you don't show up, I'll know the answer is no."
"Fair enough."
"You'd better go now. I have unfinished business awaiting me in the bedroom."
Jamie gathered up her clothes and quickly dressed.
"Goodbye, Red. I'll see you Monday. Lock the door when you go."
"'Bye," she whispered, searching his face; for what, she wasn't sure.
He walked past her, down the short hall into the bedroom, and shut the door without looking back.
She set the glasses and empty margarita pitcher in the sink before slipping on her shoes and letting herself out, making sure the door was locked.
"Goodbye," she whispered, as she drove away.
Bzzz Bzzz Bzzz
Jamie rolled over and looked at the clock as she turned off the alarm. 7:15 a.m. God, it was early. Now why had I set my alarm, she wondered. Oh yeah, that darn project. The conference room. And him. It was all coming back to her now. She blushed as she thought about what had happened the night before. She couldn't believe she'd been so brazen and so wanton, telling him how badly she wanted him to just fuck her. But God, what he had done to her was just... just... well, she couldn't even bring herself to think about it.
See you at nine, he'd said. Shit, she didn't want to face him again. How could she, knowing that he'd turned her over his lap, spanked her, and then fingered her to an orgasm that left her weak in the knees and left a wet spot on his pants? She'd rather die than face him again.
However, she had given Worthless her word that she'd get this report done by Monday, and it was going to take at least another eight hours to get it finished. She knew she was terrible with data gathering, but Worthless had it in for her. And laying here in bed wasn't going to get it done, unfortunately. Jamie rolled out of bed and headed for the shower.
Standing under the spray, she let her hands wander the contours of her breast. Would he find them pleasing, she wondered. What would it feel like to have his lips wrapped around the pale pink nipples that crowned her fair breasts? She turned to face the spray, letting the water sting her nipples, and she gasped as the initial pain turned to throbbing pleasure.
She glanced at the clock above the shower - 7:25. If she hurried, she might just have enough time. She coated her hair with deep conditioner and piled it on top of her head, securing it with a clip. Let's see if I can do it in three minutes, she challenged herself.
She pulled the handheld showerhead out of its holder and spread her feet apart. She bent her knees slightly and adjusted the spray to a single jet. Closing her eyes, she thought back to the night before and the feelings he had ignited in her as she lay over his lap, exposed to him and completely vulnerable. She aimed the water jet at her wide open pussy, then slowly drew the water up to her clit.
Her hips bucked involuntarily at the pressure on her most sensitive part, and yet it felt so good that she continued thrusting into the water. She traced clockwise circles on her clit with the water while the fingers from her other hand found the entrance to her pussy.
She slowly slipped two fingers inside and rubbed on her G-spot. Oh god, she moaned. She thrust her fingers in and out rapidly, her breath coming in heaves. It feels so fucking good, she thought. She imagined her fingers were his fingers, and the water was his teeth, pulling at her clit while he flicked it with his tongue.
Jamie felt a flood of wetness around her hand and the tightening of her pussy around her fingers. The feeling in her clit intensified, and she felt as though she were going to pass out from the sheer pleasure of it. That's it, she moaned, make me come god I'm going to come oh god oh god oh please oh oh oh yes yes! Her orgasm overtook her, rendering her speechless, and her wrist went limp, the water hitting her thigh instead of her throbbing clit.
She was dimly aware that the clock now said 7:32. So I didn't beat the three minutes, but it was too damn good to complain, she thought. She quickly rinsed her hair and turned off the water. As she dried herself off, she contemplated what to wear.
I need to look sexy, she thought, but not like I put any thought or effort into it. And that is not the easiest task. After tossing aside several outfits, she settled on a fitted white V-neck t-shirt and jeans with a pair of black sandals. She scrunched her hair with a little leave-in conditioner, then flipped her hair over her head and aimed the blow dryer at the roots for a few seconds to create a little volume before flipping her hair back over. She fixed a few stray strands and smiled. A little mascara and sheer lip gloss would complete the look. Innocent, yet sexy. Her cheeks had a faint blush all their own - was that from her earlier orgasm, she wondered, or just from the warm bathroom? Well, regardless of where it came from, it was rather becoming.
After spraying herself lightly with her favorite vanilla perfume, she glanced at the clock again. 8:15. Perfect timing. She could get there before nine and be hard at work when he got there. And she wasn't going to be an easy target today, she decided. She wasn't going to throw herself at him. It's not as though she couldn't have any guy she wanted, after all. Last night was merely a lapse in judgment. A TEMPORARY lapse, she told herself.
She arrived at the office at 8:45, and didn't see his white truck in the lot. Jamie felt relieved. At precisely 9:00, a new email arrived:
"I'm in the 4th floor training room. Bring your files and come down here."
Her heart sank. He was not only here, but he was waiting for her. She sat for a moment, weighing her options. If she went downstairs, there were three possibilities. One, they'd do nothing but work, and when the project was finished, she'd go home and it would be as though nothing ever happened. Two, no work would be accomplished, and she'd have a lot of explaining to do on Monday - or she'd have to come back again tomorrow to get it done. Or three, she'd get the project done and then something might happen afterwards - but at least the project would be finished. Girl, she said to herself, you actually showed up today, knowing he'd be here. Obviously you weren't that concerned about what might or might not happen if you went to the office, so why are you so concerned now? Ultimately, you have control here, don't you?
But that was the question, she answered herself. Do I? Do I really have control? She had no answer for that question, so she gathered her files and went downstairs.
She found him in the training room, thinking to herself how fitting it was that he should pick this room out of all the places in their building. He was sitting a terminal in the back row and didn't turn when she walked in.
"Sit here, Red" he said, without looking up, gesturing to the terminal next to him. She set her files down between the terminals and sat, unsure of exactly what to do.
"Once you get signed on, I'll email you the work I've done so far."
She entered her sign-on and password and waited while her system loaded. She could see his reflection in her screen, so she seized the opportunity to study him. He was concentrating on what he was typing, and he was absentmindedly chewing on his bottom lip while he worked.
She launched her email and file manager while she contemplated his eyes. They were hazel, with a rim of navy around the iris. She knew that without even looking at them. She could see him scanning the words on the screen in front of him.
"My email's open now," she said quietly. "What's the plan for today?"
He clicked a few times with his mouse and an email appeared on her screen. "What I've done is set up the template for the report. I'll take the first two sections and do the research, and you'll pull the data together for the last two sections. I think we should be done with that by noon. We'll break for lunch and then write the summary together."
Wow, Jamie thought. He actually has a plan. How unusual. Well, I guess he's not going to mention last night, so I won't either. She opened the report template he sent her and got to work.
At 11:30, her neck sore and her eyes dry, she pushed her chair back and stood up. "I've got to get a drink and stretch for a minute. Do you need anything?"
"Yeah, I'll get something in a minute."
"Alright. Suit yourself."
She went to the bathroom and then got a diet coke from the machine in the kitchenette. She leaned against the counter, closed her eyes, and took a long drink. When did life get so complicated, she wondered.
She could hear him humming before she saw him. When he turned the corner she was standing with her back to him, studying the open newspaper someone had left behind the day before.
"Whatcha readin'?" His voice was low and soft next to her ear, and she could feel the warmth of his body next to her shoulder even though he wasn't quite touching her. She shivered, even though she was far from cold.
"Nothing," she said.
He reached around her and turned the newspaper 180 degrees. "Maybe if it were right side up you might find something to read."
She felt the redness creeping up her neck and cheeks, and she wished the floor would just open up and swallow her whole.
"Come on, we've got work to do. I've ordered a pizza - the guard will call me when it gets here. Until then, let's keep working. That is, unless you'd rather read the paper." He turned and walked back into the training room without looking to see if she would follow.
The rest of the afternoon was uneventful. Lunch came and went, and by 2:30, the report was finished. He ran off two copies and they read over it, making sure there were no spelling errors or other obvious mistakes.
"It looks good," he said, dropping the report on the table. "You satisfied?"
She paused before answering, knowing he was referring to her satisfaction with the report, but wanting to answer 'no' just the same.
"Yeah," she replied softly. "I guess I am. Thanks again for your help. If it weren't for you, I'd be spending all weekend here."
"Don't mention it," he answered, gathering up his things. "Are you going to email it to her or leave it on her desk?"
"Both, I think. But you don't need to stay. I'm sure you have other things to do, and I can manage just fine. Thanks for lunch, too."
"You're welcome. See you later." He left, the door closing softly behind him. Jamie sent the email to her boss and gathered up her files, wondering what on earth happened this morning. Sure, the reason they were there was to get the report done, but she thought maybe he'd finish what he'd started last night.
When she opened her briefcase to put the files inside, she saw something that hadn't been there earlier. She pulled it out and discovered it was her panties, with a note attached.
"7:30 - my house - don't be late."
Jamie sank down into her chair, trembling. So it wasn't over after all, she mused. Perhaps it was just beginning.
At 7:25, Jamie pulled into Ian's driveway. The lights were off inside, but she could see smoke coming from the chimney, so she knew he was home.
What in the fuck am I doing here, she asked herself. I have got to be crazy for doing this. I'm just asking for trouble.
You want him, she answered herself. You want him so badly you can taste it. Last night intrigued you more than you care to admit, but you can't deny he aroused you more than you ever thought possible.
But why, after all this time, is he suddenly doing this, she wondered. It's not like he hasn't had opportunities before. Lord knows I've given him plenty. And come to think of it, there was that one night when I was here watching a movie, when we accidentally kissed... Why not make a move then? We were both drunk, and obviously attracted to each other. Why wait until now, and ambush me in a conference room when I least expect it?
She watched the clock change to 7:28. Don't be late, his voice rang in her ears. Or what, she asked? You'll spank me? She mocked silently. Big f-ing deal.
She walked up the stairs to the back door. It was ajar, so she let herself in.
She paused in the kitchen, letting her eyes become adjusted to the darkness. "Hello?" she called. "Anybody home?"
Silence.
She set her purse on the counter and slipped off her shoes. The late afternoon rain hadn't dried up completely, and she didn't want to get wet footprints on his new carpet. She padded softly into the living room, where she found him sitting in a club chair, nursing a scotch on the rocks. A bottle of tequila and an empty shot glass lay on the table in front of him, beside a bowl of sliced lemons and a shaker of salt. Obviously he had remembered tequila was her drink of choice.
"Help yourself," he gestured toward the tequila.
"I'm not interested in drinking, but thanks anyway." Jamie looked around, unsure of whether or not to sit. The furniture was new since the last time she'd been here.
"Suit yourself," he replied. "Come here," he said, grasping her hand and pulling her into his lap.
She sat awkwardly, his arm pulling her against his chest, the other hand setting the scotch down next to the chair on the floor.
He began to stroke her hair, and despite herself, she began to relax. He turned her so she was half facing him, her head tucked underneath his chin, and continued playing with her hair. The other hand wrapped around her midsection and rubbed the small of her back. She felt so safe and so secure, but her mind was still racing with questions.
He kissed her then, a gentle, open-mouthed kiss that seemed to go on forever. When it ended, she didn't move, their lips still touching, their breathing heavy and in sync. He stroked her cheek with his thumb as he cradled her face in his hand.
She shifted, feeling his semi-hard cock against her thigh, and a soft moan escaped him. "Sweet Jamie, what are you doing to me?"
She opened her eyes and gazed into his, not blinking, hoping to find the answer somewhere in the depths of his eyes.
He kissed her again, this time with a more intense passion than before. Her head was spinning and all she could think was "Oh god, please don't stop..." His hard cock was pressing against her, and she cursed the layers of material separating their bodies. She wanted him inside her, had to have him inside her or she'd explode.
Suddenly he was laying her down on the floor in front of the fire, pulling her pants down her legs with one hand while undoing his belt with the other. She reached down and pulled her pants off the rest of the way, taking her panties with them.
"Turn over," he said, "and take your shirt and bra off." She did as he directed, not quite sure where this was leading, but she wanted him too badly to question him about his plans. As long as they were naked, she didn't care.
She lay on her stomach, her head on her bent arms, her face to the side. She could barely see him out of the corner of her eye as he took off his pants and shirt, leaving him in only boxers and socks. She hid a smile, thinking how men didn't realize how utterly ridiculous they looked in nothing but boxers and socks.
She heard a soft click, and he disappeared from her view. She was curious, but didn't turn over to investigate. Instead, she watched the fire licking at the logs, thinking about what it might be like to have him lick her clit. Would he be gentle, or would he play rough? Would he understand that she always needed fingers - or something - inside her pussy in order to come? Or would he even bother with pleasuring her at all this time? Might he just insist that she service him instead? Well, that might not be all bad, she thought with a grin. After all, she mused, I DO have that letter of recommendation... I know I'm good at that, and I've never had a man refuse to satisfy me after I've given head.
On the other hand, not counting last night, she could count on one hand the number of men who had succeeded in getting her to come, and that was her fiancé. Just one man had been able to bring her to orgasm, and that was only because she'd finally felt comfortable touching herself during sex, so it wasn't exactly as if the credit was all his.
"Jamie!" She could hear him calling her name.
"Yes?" She called back, not sure exactly where he was.
"Come in the bedroom, please."
She rolled over and stood up, guessing that the bedroom must be where the dim light was coming from in the hallway.
She strolled down the short hallway to the bedroom, aware of her hips swaying. She felt herself grow wetter as she neared the bedroom. When she reached the semi-closed door, she could smell sandalwood and musk.
She pushed open the door and saw a naked woman lying on the bed. Her hair splayed out over the pillow, a tangle of dark curls a striking contrast to the white pillowcase. He was sitting on the edge of the bed next to the woman, playing with her right nipple. Incense burned on the dresser.
"Jamie, I believe you know Kim." Jamie was stunned. Not Kim, please no let this be a joke, she thought. This can't be happening. Kim was his barely-legal former live-in girlfriend. The one time they had met at a happy hour, it was obvious, even to the casual observer, that they despised each other.
"I thought you weren't seeing her anymore," she whispered. She felt very cold all of a sudden, the former heat of passion giving way to numbness. She grabbed a blanket from the floor at the end of the bed and wrapped it around herself, as though to protect herself from what she didn't want to hear confirmed.
"We aren't, technically. But she's still my slave."
"Your what?" She knew she must have a blank look on her face, but this was hard to comprehend.
"Kim serves me, any time, anywhere, and any way I want her to, don't you, Kim?"
"Yes, Master. Whatever pleases you."
"Kim has been well trained, and she has been especially pleasing as of late, so I decided to grant her one request. She has requested another woman, you in particular, and quite frankly, I am rather aroused by the thought of watching her with you."
She was speechless. Another woman was one thing, but with Kim? And she was his slave? She was ready to turn around and walk out when he spoke.
"I know this must come as a shock, Red. But I think you'll do just fine, once you get past your initial reticence."
"Can I talk with you ALONE please?" This was not what she had bargained for, and quite frankly, she was rather pissed at the mere suggestion.
"Anything you want to talk with me about can be said in front of Kim."
She took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, counting to ten before the words came pouring out.
"You know how much I hate her - hate the THOUGHT of her - and you're asking me to FUCK her? Are you out of your mind? I don't know what in the HELL you're thinking, particularly after last night, but you've got another thing coming if you think I'm going to pleasure HER."
"Are you finished yet?"
"Maybe."
"Last night I gave you exactly what you wanted, whether you admit it to yourself or not. I was also testing your responsiveness and your willingness to be adventuresome. You obviously did well or you wouldn't be here tonight. I think the thought of being with a woman intrigues you, although I can understand your reluctance for that woman to be Kim. However, she is still my slave and she will certainly make this a night for you to remember. To do any less would disappoint me, which she knows not to do. Isn't that right, Kim?"
"Yes, Master."
"So as you can see, you really have nothing to lose from participating."
She considered this for a moment. "But what do I have to gain?"
He smiled. "Everything, my dear. Everything."
"I don't exactly understand what you're getting at."
"I'm looking to train a new submissive. I think you have good potential, provided we can keep your temper under control. And I think, deep down, you know this is the kind of life you want, where someone else worries about everything you need, and your only task is to worry about pleasing me."
"I see..." She was intrigued, but still seething at the thought of spending even a moment with Kim.
"And I know you're concerned about Kim. However, that's already taken care of. She's learned all she can learn from me, and I'm giving her to a new Master, one who can keep her on a shorter leash, so to speak. She tends to get into trouble quite a bit," he confided. "However, as a reward for completing her training, I've asked her to assist me in finding a new submissive. We discussed various women we know, and felt you had the best potential. She asked that she might be able to... audition you, so to speak."
"So that's what this is all about? A fucking audition to be your slave?" She had a hard time choking those works out. This was totally unbelievable, she thought.
"I wish you wouldn't think of it that way, my sweet. I can tell you are looking for someone who can relieve you of the burden of control you bear in your ordinary life. You are looking for someone you can trust completely, who will care for your every desire and allow you the pleasure of having one focus and one focus only - serving him."
She mulled his words over. Yes, it was true. She was, she supposed, wanting someone else to take care of her, to place herself in another's hands, trusting that her needs would be met. But this wasn't exactly what she'd had in mind. Or was it? She was engaged, for pete's sake. This conversation shouldn't even be happening.
"I think you and Kim should spend some time talking, so you can ask her some of the questions I know are running through your mind. I'd like the two of you to go into the living room and sit by the fire. I'll prepare some drinks for you and leave you alone to talk. Jamie, dear, you will, of course, need to set aside your personal feelings for Kim in order for you to get the answers to your questions. I can assure you she feels no ill will toward you. On the contrary, she is pleased that you are here and truly wants you to willingly give yourself to me. Remember, my pleasure has been her only concern for the past two years, and she believes you will please me."
After a nod from Ian, Kim slid off the bed and walked into the living room. Jamie wasn't sure she wanted to follow.
"I know your desire for information outweighs your need to act independently, sweet one. Go on. She won't bite." He grinned, and she could hear him silently completing that last sentence with "unless you want her to." However, he was right. She DID want answers. She wanted to know what made Kim so obviously content with this lifestyle. She wanted to know what was expected of her, what she did that pleased him, and what didn't please him. She wanted to know if she was satisfied - in more ways than one.
She and Kim sat on the floor in front of the fire. Kim immediately indicated that they were not allowed to sit on the furniture unless invited to do so. Normally, she spent her time kneeling for Ian, but tonight was an exception. They would sit however was comfortable, although they would remain on the floor. Jamie drew the sheet tightly around her, feeling awkward and embarrassed for Kim's nakedness.
Ian brought them a pitcher of margaritas and two glasses and retired to the den, leaving them alone.
"If you'd like," Kim began, "I can tell you why gave myself to him. Why don't you pour for us while I explain how I ended up here."
She nodded. Yes, perhaps that would be a good place to start, she thought, as she reached for the pitcher. She was sure she'd need plenty of alcohol to get through this evening.
Kim had been raised in a strict home, although both her parents were absent much of the time. She found it hard to take care of herself, hard to make her own decisions, because someone had always made them for her. Ian offered her a place to live, freeing her from her parents' rules, and the knowledge that she would be completely cared for. In return, he expected complete submission. She existed solely to please and pleasure him. She also cared for the house, doing cleaning, laundry, and cooking, always to his specifications and always to please him, her Master. He would take her as he pleased, share her with whomever he wished, and deny her pleasure as he saw fit. While having to discipline her was not his biggest turn-on, it was necessary to ensure she understood when she had displeased him. She was happy, having nothing to worry about except pleasing and pleasuring her master. It was an offer she could not have refused. An hour and a pitcher of margaritas later, Kim was finished with her story.
"So why, then, is he giving you to someone else?" Jamie asked, her tongue feeling fuzzy.
"Because I need more training and more severe discipline than he can provide. It's an amicable separation."
Jamie was having a hard time comprehending all this. She wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the utter strangeness of this conversation. But either way, she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to stick around to find out more.
"Jamie, why don't you tell me about what it is you're looking for."
Jamie was silent. She had no idea what she was looking for. She was attracted to Ian, had been since the day they met, but she had no idea that lifestyles like this existed outside of X-rated movies and books.
"Ok, I can tell you aren't sure how to answer that, and that's alright. Why don't you tell me about your past relationships, what you liked and what you didn't like. Maybe that will help you realize why his offer tempts you."
Jamie thought for a moment, then began to talk. She described always wanting the "bad boys", the ones who would treat her badly but provide her hot, steamy sex occasionally. She felt like a whore, most of the time, unable to get a boyfriend, but the first one her male acquaintances would call when they were horny and alone with no other prospects. She liked that feeling of being wanted, of being desired, but without the responsibility of a relationship. She also liked the rush she got from doing something forbidden. Most of her friends had no idea how many men she'd slept with, or who any of those men were.
In college, there had been many, many men. Most lasted one or two encounters. Sometimes, if they were very good in bed, she might allow three. But that was the limit. There was also a string of one-nighters, men she met at frat parties, friends of friends, strangers in bars. The less she knew about them, the better. They simply helped pass an otherwise empty weekend.
But there were some who were memorable, for their own unique reasons. There was Marco, the football star of their small liberal arts college, who was a genuine asshole, but had such an incredible body that she simply couldn't resist offering herself to him. Lance the Cop had been a risk she took one night at a frat party, letting him take her home with him to the room he had in his parents' basement. It had been the first time she had been able to express her desire to be taken from behind. He bent her over the bed, fondling her breasts as he pushed into her.
Ian was a French Canadian. One of his parents was French, the other from the West Indies. He was a Casanova, and although not particularly handsome, there was something about him women found irresistible. She knew of at least two of her sorority sisters he had slept with, before they ended up on a mattress in a frat house basement after one very wild party. The next day was graduation, and although they had only finished their second year, he was leaving to go home to Quebec. He was only one of many "goodbye fucks" she had over the years.
Rob Photo was the boy from a neighboring state university who worked for the Party Pic company her sorority used. She ran into him numerous times before ending up at his apartment one winter evening. She liked him. He was one of the few who talked to her, about himself, about his dreams, about his life outside of the bedroom. And he seemed genuinely interested in her. He would call her sometimes, just to talk, which was nice. She had continued that relationship into June, before he moved back to Chicago after graduation.
There was Mitch, back home, an enemy-turned-friend when they both felt as though the whole world had deserted them. She would see him during the summer and on breaks. She would sneak out of the house after midnight, and he would pick her up and drive her to his apartment downtown, where they would share a beer, fuck, and then talk about life until it was time to get her back home before her mom woke up for work. But for them, the sex was separate from their friendship. He, too, was an ass, but she understood why. Everyone he had ever cared about had left him, dying, most of them. First his dad died, then two brothers, a classmate, and finally his mom. He protected his heart as though it were the world's most precious gem. She was the only one, as far as she knew, he had let past his carefully constructed barriers. He understood her need to have rough sex, to be taken as though she had no choice. But he refused to kiss her, a peculiarity she never did understand. Perhaps he, too, avoided a certain level of intimacy, even with her.
She talked at length about Jason, the one she thought she might marry someday. She had met him at a frat party at a state university an hour away. He had come late, from work, and joined the game of "I Never" she was playing with his friends. It soon became clear that the two of them were the most adventuresome ones at the table, and before long, they excused themselves to get some air. He kissed her against a tree in the backyard, gently but demanding her participation. They became lovers that night, in a borrowed apartment, and in the following months she spent weekends at the house he shared with his mother. Jason, she thought, was different. Over time, she knew she loved him. He was more than just a conquest, more than just a sometimes bedmate. Although he had yet to satisfy her, he tried. And he made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. But he couldn't quite let go of his ex-girlfriend, and eventually she had to tell him goodbye. She had given him her heart, and he hurt her, beyond forgiveness.
Ever since then, she had returned to her old ways, keeping her heart out of the bedroom, preferring semi-anonymous encounters with men she knew she would not see again. The strange thing was, as much as she enjoyed sex, and the pursuit leading up to the sex, she was never satisfied. None of them had tried to satisfy her. Few asked if she even came, and those who did, believed her when she lied. Jason was the only one who truly enjoyed the foreplay, even more than the sex sometimes, she thought. And it was with him that she felt at least some satisfaction, although it was more from the knowledge that she was pleasing him, rather than being pleased herself. But now, she was engaged to Steven, the one she rebounded with after Jason. He loved her, had moved across the country to be with her, and yet he had no idea that she didn't love him in return. She was engaged because she didn't know how to tell him no, didn't want to hurt him the way she had been hurt.
Without even realizing it, she began to cry. She felt so alone, she sobbed. She was so tired of feeling like nothing more than a cheap whore, so tired of giving herself to men and getting nothing in return. What was wrong with her, she wondered. What was it about her that made men want to sleep with her, but wouldn't make them date her? And why couldn't she get out of a relationship she didn't want to be in? But if she ended it, she'd never be able to face herself, knowing she had caused someone the kind of pain she so desperately tried to avoid.
There were soft hands stroking her hair, whispering to just let it all go, to cry it out, that it was ok, she wasn't alone. As her sobs began to slow, there were soft kisses on her eyelids, down her cheeks, and then soft lips found her mouth. She returned the kisses like one who was starved for affection, letting her mouth open to receive the tongue that wanted to explore.
Sshh... lie back and let me love you, she heard. Don't think, just feel, the voice urged her. She slid down, lying on her back. She was dimly aware of the sheet being opened, of hands massaging her breasts, of warm wet soft lips gently sucking her nipples. Her hands reached for the source of her pleasure, only to be pushed back to the floor above her head. She was wet, and soon warm fingers found their way inside her, thrusting first, then applying pressure to that secret spot inside that made her moan. Her clit was being rubbed, firmly and gently, while the thrusting continued. She began to writhe, feeling the tension building and the familiar heaviness inside that preceded her climax. The lips returned to her nipples, alternating between slowly circling them with the tongue, exhaling lightly to increase their erectness, and gently biting them while flicking the tongue over the tip.
She lost all sense of time as the fingers brought her so close, then slowed for a few moments before building her back up again. She wanted to come so badly, yet she didn't want the pleasure to end.
The mouth on her nipples disappeared, and she was aware of someone kneeling over her face. She could smell a salty, muskiness that was strangely familiar.
"Do you want to come, Jamie?" Ian's voice was some distance away.
"Oh yes, please, yes," she moaned.
"Make her come, and then you will be rewarded with your own."
She hesitated for the briefest of seconds, then arched her head up to find the warm, wet flesh that was her ticket to release. She swirled her tongue around, quickly finding a large ridge, and she was rewarded with a moan. She spread her legs farther, hoping to entice Kim to find her clit again.
"Use your hands on her too, not just your mouth," Ian commanded. "The quicker she comes, the greater your reward."
Her hands found the girl's slick, tight opening, and she eased two fingers in, slightly twisting them as she slowly withdrew. She paused a second, then plunged them back in, eliciting a yelp from Kim. This was how she liked to be fucked, and she was pretty sure Kim was the same. The long, slow withdrawal, a pause, and a swift re-entry was the surest way to get her off. Her tongue continued to flick her clit, but she knew as Kim's orgasm approached, she would need a different kind of pressure to bring maximum relief. As Kim's cunt tightened around her fingers, she could feel more contractions deep inside that signaled the beginning of her orgasm. Jamie sucked Kim's clit into her mouth, holding it in place with her teeth, flicking it back and forth with her tongue. As she did so, she slid a third finger from her other hand into Kim's dripping hole.
Within minutes, she felt the strong contractions start. She withdrew the third finger and, as Kim began a high-pitched whine, she slid it quickly into her ass, wiggling her fingertip in the process.
That was enough to send Kim over the edge, and she began to shake, grinding her dripping cunt into Jamie's face. When her orgasm subsided, Jamie gave her clit a lingering lick and withdrew her fingers, and Kim rolled to the side.
"Good girl," Ian said. "That was well done, my dear."
Jamie was so aroused she couldn't speak. She had no idea that servicing a woman could be such a turn-on, but she was keenly aware of the emptiness of her own body and wanted desperately to find relief. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she was aware that Ian was sitting in his club chair, sipping Scotch as he watched them. She wondered how long he had been there.
"Kneel over her the way she just did to you," Ian commanded. "Open yourself to her tongue, Jamie. Kim, you will provide her with an orgasm she won't forget, or you will pay the consequences."
Kneeling over Kim's face, she closed her eyes and tried to imagine the tongue she felt was a man's, that the fingers rubbing her G-spot were those of her fiancé. She willed herself to imagine his face, but instead the image of Kim, lying on Ian's bed, filled her mind.
As Kim's fingers expertly aroused her again, she began to moan, thrusting her hips toward her mouth, wanting her to increase the pressure on her clit. She was getting so close. Her juices began to flow, and Kim lapped at her open cunt like a kitten. Kim thrust two fingers in and out of her sopping pussy, gently biting her clit as she sucked it.
All at once she felt the wave of pleasure she knew would take her to her climax.
"Oh god that's it don't stop please don't stop oh god now I want to come now now please..." She was incapable of thinking. Her whole universe centered on her pussy, where the pleasure was so intense she almost couldn't stand it.
She leaned forward, her head near Kim's pubic mound, spreading her knees wide, wanting to give Kim total access to her flesh.
As she began to come, she felt hands on her hips and Kim's fingers left her pussy. They were replaced by the unmistakable hardness of a cock, which stretched her and filled her, pushing her over the edge. She let out a low, deep moan and let the waves of orgasm overtake her. She could feel him thrusting once, twice, three times before he pulled her firmly against him and shot jets of hot sperm inside her spasming pussy.
Some time later, after they had been lying quietly on the floor recovering from their respective orgasms, she looked over to find Ian studying her face.
"What is it?" she asked.
"You please me," he responded.
"I'm glad," she said.
"I am also surprised at your skills with Kim," he said. "I was not aware that you had had previous experience with pleasuring a woman."
"I don't," she whispered. "I just did what I knew I liked, and hoped it would work."
"Kim," he said as he turned to the silent form on his other side. "Did she please you?"
"Oh, yes, Master, very much so."
"I'm glad to hear that. I am also pleased with you, Kim. You may go wash up now. I'd like to talk with Jamie alone. You will wait for me in the bedroom."
Jamie lay still as Kim slipped out of the room, unsure of what would happen now.
"I must admit at first I was unhappy with your reticence earlier. However, after having had a chance to listen to your conversation with Kim, I better understand why. I am glad to see that you were able to let go and participate when Kim initiated lovemaking with you. I know that giving up that control must have been difficult for you. You did well. I am offering you the same arrangement Kim had, with a two month trial period. For two months, you will be here every evening from six until ten for training, at which time you will return home. We will continue our working relationship as though this arrangement does not exist, of course. By day we will be co-workers, but at night you exist only to please me. I will expect your total commitment and cooperation. No exceptions will be tolerated, and punishment for disobedience will be swift and memorable. If, after two months, I am still satisfied with your progress, you will move in with me, and will be my slave. I have also come to the conclusion that you will marry Steven as planned."
She was silent for a moment.
"May I speak?"
"Of course."
"This is a very big decision, and I don't like to make big decisions without my clothes on. May I have some time to think about it?"
"I'm prepared to give you until Monday to decide."
"And if I don't accept?"
"No hard feelings. Nothing at the office will change."
She gave this some thought before responding. This had been the most bizarre night of her life, and she knew this decision would be a life-changing one. She just wasn't entirely sure she could commit to surrendering to someone else entirely. On the other hand, it was becoming increasingly clear that he was capable of tuning into what excited her, anticipating her desires even before she did. But how could she do that to Steven? Hell, she already had.
"I'll think it over, and I'll let you know on Monday."
"If you decide the answer is yes, then be here at 6 to begin your training. If you don't show up, I'll know the answer is no."
"Fair enough."
"You'd better go now. I have unfinished business awaiting me in the bedroom."
Jamie gathered up her clothes and quickly dressed.
"Goodbye, Red. I'll see you Monday. Lock the door when you go."
"'Bye," she whispered, searching his face; for what, she wasn't sure.
He walked past her, down the short hall into the bedroom, and shut the door without looking back.
She set the glasses and empty margarita pitcher in the sink before slipping on her shoes and letting herself out, making sure the door was locked.
"Goodbye," she whispered, as she drove away.
