Brandt
I woke up when I heard the phone ring. I considered not answering. I mean everyone I know, is aware I sleep during the day and work at night. But what if it’s her? The caller ID shows it as an unknown number. I grab the phone off the nightstand before it goes to voice mail.
“Hello” I said gruffly, my voice sounding rough and gravelly being tainted by sleep.
“Good morning, it’s Honey. From the club last night? I’m sorry to have awoken you. I thought I would get your voicemail.” A melodious voice explains.
I sat up because it was her. I'm more excited lthan I been in a long time. I ran my hand through my hair and wondered what her decision would be. I want to see her again very soon. Just her voice has me aroused. I want to touch her again, hold her and protect her like I did last night. How will I convince her if she says no? I won't be giving up so easily.
“What time is it?” I asked. I know I won’t be able to go back to sleep after this conversation.
“It’s 11:30. I have to be at work soon, and I didn’t want to leave you hanging all day waiting for my answer. Though, I’m not vain enough to think you would get hung-up about me one way or the other.” She says in a self-depreciating tone. If she only knew that I was already hung-up on her. I couldn't stop thinking about her last night.
I wanted her badly. I wanted to make her mine. I wasn’t thinking about one night or a subcontract. I was thinking about her as my girlfriend. Mine exclusively, no sharing, no one watching. Just she and I indefinitely. I wasn’t examining those thoughts too closely. I just knew what I wanted, and dare I say needed?
I was 24. I have been running the club since I was 21. I had seen a lot and had a lot of sex in the years in between. I had never desired a relationship that might incur feelings in all that time. Then she walked in the door last night. She began to speak, and I started to feel things I hadn't expected. I wanted things I hadn't known I wanted.
I felt my dick start to harden, but that wasn’t at the forefront of my mind for once. I had wanted to protect her and yank her away from the depravity of the inner sanctum. I loved her innocent nature. I wanted to show her another, different look at sex. I wanted to be soft with her and give her a piece of me as I took her for the first time. As I wondered how to get her into my bed, I realized what I wanted most of all was to know her. To find out her hopes and dreams and tell her mine. The ones I didn't know I harbored until I met her.
I have had five contracts with different women since I owned the club. I never once wanted to get to know them. I had wanted their submission, their obedience, but never “dated” them. We didn’t have those kinds of relationships. I wanted to dominate them, have them at my feet, punish and pleasure them. I was not interested in their feelings about anything. Not really. I listened to what they wanted from a Dom - not as a boyfriend. It was just sex, kinky sex to some, but just sex without emotional attachment. I never caught feelings for any of them. If they were to get clngy, I realeased them from their contracts.
My domineering personality hasn’t gone away, I want Honey’s submission. Her frost blue eyes soft and compliant. Her whole being obedient to me but oddly, I care what she thinks, how she feels. I desire the knowledge of her likes and dislikes. This is all new to me and I can't dwell on it right now.
“Honey, you have the perfect name. Your voice is sweet and smooth. I could listen to you talk all day. I’ve been thinking about how soft your skin is, the cool touch of your hands. Your beauty inside and out has caught my attention. I haven’t stopped thinking about you, even in my dreams.” I believe I must have surprised her with my answer as she said nothing for a few moments.
“Brandt, I have many questions before I can decide to be your girl. You were honest with me just now, I will be honest with you. I believe I will say yes to your proposition. I am very attracted to you. I am also highly intrigued by what I saw last night. My first question, if you would be so kind to answer, do you want me only because I am a virgin?” Very straight forward, I like it. I know that may have been hard for her to question me. She constantly surprises and intrigues me.
“I understand why you may think that, but remember I asked you to be my girl before I found out you were a virgin. Virginity is often considered to be a prize. I myself have looked for more experienced girls for my contracts in the past, mainly because I was looking to fuck. Share some pleasure and some pain"
"With you my thoughts are different. I feel different. I don’t only want one thing with you. I am not looking to make a contract with you per se, I want to know you. I want to know what you like and explore something more personal than what I have had in the past.” I don’t want to give too much away so soon. Going too far the opposite way may also scare her off. "Make no mistake though. I want your first time and I want to make it special, for both of us."
I heard a soft gasp before she answered me. “I'm very glad to hear that, Brandt, I want that too. My next full day off is not until Saturday. Could we speak on the phone for the next few days until I can see you again?” I am surprised by her, confounded. She is so mature and sure of herself for someone having no prior knowledge of this lifestyle. She is willing to try and that is making me giddy with anticipation. Today is Thursday. We would have two days before we saw each other again. I can handle that knowing that we have a plan in place.
“Honey, I would love to see you on Saturday and I honestly wish it could be sooner. Do you usually go to work at this time of day?” I asked, trying to get an idea of her daily life.
“Monday through Thursday I have class in the morning. Some days are longer than others, but every day after school I have to go to work. On those days, I have the mid-shift and get off around 8:00. Yesterday I got off early because we were slow. On Friday’s I’m off school but work seven to two, then I sometimes watch Brody in the evening. I get every other Saturday off and Sunday I’m off.” After a short pause she asks, “What is a good time to call you tomorrow?” She's this organized person and a planner. I like those qualities.
“I’m usually up around twelve. I would love for you to call me when you get off work around two. I can also make some time in the evenings to speak as well.” Speaking to her only once per day may not be enough for me. Two days before, I saw her again. I’m already thinking of plans for our date.
“I just pulled into the parking lot at my job. I’ll call you tomorrow, but you may call me tonight if you have time.” She sounds a bit shy now. I want to give her a boost of confidence.
“Baby girl, what time do you get home from work?”
“Between 8:20 and 8:30 usually.”
“I’m saving your number and I will be calling you between 8:30 and 9. Think about what you would like to do on our date. Sky’s the limit.” I’m going to learn everything there is to know about her.
“I'd like you to take charge of our date. I think you will make it perfect. I gotta go now, looking forward to speaking with you soon.” Click, she was gone.
I am willing to work for a chance with her; for a chance at a real relationship. I set an alarm, so I don’t get caught up later at work and forget to call her. I work almost every day since I live above the club. On Mondays, we are closed, but there is always something going on. I need to arrange to have Saturday night off. My guys will be very surprised, but I’m sure that they will manage without me for one day.
Now to plan our date night. Intelligent, beautiful, kind. Where can I take her that will let her know I want more than sex from her? I need to plan something romantic but sex-free. I do plan on a goodnight kiss. Her lips are so luscious. Hmmm, cold shower and planning for Saturday. I'm going to call my mom for advice.
Honey I work in a call center taking orders and providing customer service to the company’s customers. My bosses like me because I’m reliable and punctual. I’m also good at my job and in line for a promotion as a shift-lead. It will mean a little more money each week. My college is taken care of by a grant but I still have to pay for my car payment, insurance, and gas. I also help mom pay the electric and cable bills. She pays the mortgage and buys the groceries. We only have each other to rely on all these years, so we do our best. My work day flies by quickly. I have a lot to keep my mind busy, but I still keep thinking about Brandt at every pause in my day. I’m almost giddy with anticipation. I have a date with a very sexy, totally gorgeous club owner. I would worry about what my mother might think if I hadn’t witnessed her and Moe in that very same club. No judgement is going to keep me from him. I’ve made up my mind. If he wants me, I’m going to give him a chance to have me.
Brandt My alarm went off at 8:30 to remind me to call. I hadn’t needed the reminder as Honey kept popping up in my mind all night. During my shift today, I compared her to every girl that came on to me. That happens to me a lot. They see me as a rich club owner and want to be with the guy at the top. Little do they know that it's lonely up here and for good reason. I worked my ass off every day to make sure the bills were paid and salaries were dispensed. I have to make sure that the building is maintained properly, to keep in operation. My insurance was through the roof already, and I didn’t need any lawsuits for major or even minor incidents. I saw one of my ex-subs earlier. She had found a new Dom, but she kept glancing my way. She will get punished if he notices. Some people were more astute than others. I ignored her and went about my day. Not one of these ladies made me want to pause and contemplate. Not now that I've found Honey.My thoughts for Honey went a little, okay, a l
Brandt Anticipation, expectancy, eagerness. I feel all these and more. It feels nice to have something, someone, to look forward to. One more day and I will see Honey again. It's Friday afternoon. I remember that Honey gets off work at two. At 2:01 I got a text notification. Honey: I am in the doctor’s office with Brody. We’ve been here since 12:30, and we are still in the waiting room! Me: Is everything OK? Honey: Yes, it's just his follow-up with the surgeon. My mom had meetings she couldn’t cancel at work today, so I got off early instead. Me: I’m sorry that you had to do that. Please call me when you get home. Honey: Definitely! She sent me a smiley face emoji. That made my heart soar a little. She is very punctual and that might make a person boring, but then she sends a fun emoji. I am looking forward to learning more about her. ------------ Friday nights in a BDSM club are rocking. The Inner Sanctum was full. We had reached capacity at 9 and started sending walk-in cl
Honey "Yes, Sir." I answered over the lump in my throat. My heart felt like it would jump out of my chest. I couldn't figure out if I should be afraid or excited. I was on the edge of both. My day totally didn't go as planned, again. I like things nice and neat, predictable even. I have a schedule and I keep to it. Do surprises happen? Sure. And I try to roll with it, but every day since Brody got hurt, has been out of my normal range. I'm getting a little beside myself. I felt restless and I wondered how much of the feeling could be contributed to not Brody needing extra care or finding out my mom is submissive, but because of Brandt? I wanted to find out. I didn't get a chance to speak with Brandt like we had planned. I knew where I could find him, so I went to the club. I don't have any clothes that you could call sexy, really. I just have a few pretty dresses so I chose my favorite one. I wasn't interested in getting any attenti
Brandt Honey was so worked up. I don't think she even recognized that she was dry humping the sofa. I was hard as a rock knowing I was the first to make her lose control like that. I would never, could never let her go. No one else could see her like this. Not to mention, my hunger for her was unlike anything I had ever felt before and it took all my control to make this about her. Not when, what I really wanted to do, was take my cock out, straddle her legs and jerk it until I covered her lips, eyes and cheeks with jizz. I'd mark her as mine, then I'd make her lick me clean. I took a deep cleansing breath and tried to focus before I lost my control. I couldn't believe that was even a possibility. I never lose control and we haven't even take off a stitch of clothing. Instead, I said, "Good girl. Now spread your legs wide for me." I saw her inner struggle. She wanted to be a good girl, as in the good girl that doesn't spread her legs so soon
Brandt Everything was going so well with Honey until Quinn called out to me. I was right, my ex-sub was going to be a fucking problem. I felt Honey stiffen before I pushed her slightly behind me until I understood the sub's intent. I noticed Daniel was also on alert. Sub's were submissive and for her to come at me like this, it was unusual. "Yes, slave?" I answered with a dominating sneer in my voice. She was no longer my submissive and had become the slave of another Dom. She shouldn't be talking to another master at all. The rules of a slave were slightly different than those of a submissive. With a slave, almost anything goes and they were often used more like possessions. It can be a rougher lifestyle. I wasn't into doing things a woman might not like or may even regret later. I enjoyed dispensing pleasure way more than just giving pain. "Sir," she said with her head down, knowing better than to look me in the e
Honey I had trouble going to sleep Friday night. I tossed and turned, wondering what the "incident" was that had Brandt leaving me with his second in command. Daniel was lovely, of course, but he would never tell me the truth. Not if Brandt told him to lie or evade. Brandt was the boss. What he says goes. I imagine I will know how that feels soon, but for a very different reason. I wonder if it is against the rules to be jealous? I realized that was what was keeping me up. Not the fact that he left me with Daniel, but that he left with that girl. I had a bad feeling about it. He followed her into a room where the people inside were all in various states of undress and doing God knows what. Ha, who am I kidding? I want to know, and much, much more. I have to admit to myself that I do feel jealous though. I was green with it and I didn't really like the feeling. I wonder if those two had a relationship at one time? The way she was looking at him.....it bothered me more than I would ha
HoneyI picked my nicest pair of jeans and a blouse with a scoop neck. I didn't own any provocative clothes and probably wouldn't have worn them anyway. Tonight was just a date to lock some things down about our relationship. I wasn't going to sleep with Brandt even if it was all I could think about. My libido had woken up. I never really had one until I met him and I knew that doing literally anything with him was going to be exciting.I was a little nervous as I waited for him to arrive. I had some school work I could do but I knew I wouldn't be able to concentrate. My mom was staying in tonight with Brody, who was in his room playing video games. Moe was coming by and I really hoped I was gone before he got here. Just thinking of his name brought to mind how I found him, them, in that club, naked with his cock in my mother's mouth. His very large, hard, glistening dick. It was messing with me.My mother and I had not really had much of a chance to talk about how I found them that n