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.
This isn’t to say that I’m not nervous. He’s older than me and probably gets sex every day if he wants it. Why wouldn’t he want it? He's a guy. Guys seem to have a different outlook on sex than most women. But let's be real, you can't pigeonhole relationships. We have to do us.
I feel a little shaky if I think about what will happen between us for too long. I had never sought out sex before. I haven't been opposed to it but I haven't found anyone that made me comfrotable enough to take something that shouls be preciouis. But think about it, I mean, what better way to lose your virginity than with a guy who hosts sex for a living? I know he said he wanted to “get to know me” and while that may be true, I’m not naive enough to think that he’s not going to want sex. Probably sooner rather than later. An actual relationship where I might call him my boyfriend? Not likely.
I’ve been groped by enough guys and heard enough lines to not take anything any guy says at face value. Too many haven’t said what they meant or meant what they said. I’ve fled those relationships with my virtue intact. I’ve never had my heart broken and I don’t intend to start now.
I’m going into this with my eyes open. I’m not some sex kitten. I’m not drop dead gorgeous. I’m OK, I’m average. I’ve got average features, average hair. My boobs are on the bigger side and my legs are long. I get a lot of compliments on my eyes by both men and women. I’m not under any illusions that I’ll be able to seduce Brandt, or anyone, to do my bidding. I’m not that girl. I’ll make a great partner to someone one day, of that, I am sure. Is it going to be Brandt? I'm not going to get my hopes up. In fact, the only thing I wish for at this moment is that we have some mind-blowing sex. I am sort of counting on it with his experience. I’m not a user, maybe something will come out of this. Open mind, remember? I just need to think about myself and not get too attached.
Getting attached to a hot guy like Brandt would be easy. He's been really sweet with me. I already feel a bit of jealousy at the number of women before me. Is that stupid of me? Yeah, it is, but I can’t deny that I wish I was going to be his first as well. It’s just feelings. I have found that feelings are rarely logical. I’d rather deal in facts. Fact: I’m a virgin – he is not. Get over yourself!
Jealousy is another emotion that is hard to deny. I really don’t want to run into any of his exes while we figure out what we are and where we are going, or well, ever really. I don’t want to see the kind of beautiful women he usually has sex with. I’m very sure that he can take his pick. He’s got that dominant aura that would bring women to him in droves. I’m not under any illusions that I’m not more of the same. Like the flavor of the week. He seeks out experienced women. He might get bored because I know very little. I’ve kissed guys and made out a little. Not feeling super confident that I will be able to hold the attention of a man like Brandt for the long haul.
Almost time to go home. Let’s see if Brandt is a man of his word. Will he call me, and on time? What will it mean if he doesn’t? I try to keep a rein on my emotions. It wouldn’t do to get tangled up before it’s even begun.
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Brandt
Being the owner / manager of a BDSM sex club isn’t the easiest or even the hardest job I’ve ever had. It’s harder than being the bouncer at the rowdiest bar, but easier than riding the bull in a rodeo. I've done both jobs at different points in my life. I scrimped and saved and bought this place from a friend of my dad’s. It will be paid in full in five years, and then I plan to open another in the next town over. My business plan and goals are in place. Once my second location is open, I plan to buy a house in the country, something away from prying eyes. Some place I can retire to and relax in when I go home at night or morning, as the case may be.
In a vague way, I imagined a woman waiting for me in the house. A toddler on her hip and a baby on the way. I never went so far as to imagine what she looked like or how we met. I just always felt that she would be that final piece in my life to make me feel complete. Again, it wasn't something I dwelt on.
When I saw Honey on Wednesday night, when she walked into the club with those long legs and tight-fitting jeans. I noticed her breasts high and pert on her chest. I saw her eyes, which were direct and honest. The image I had in my mind of domesticated life, solidified. I received a glimpse of my dream house with my dream kids and my dream woman waiting there for me. I would never say any of this aloud to anyone except one day, I'll tell Honey. I'll tell her about my fantasy. One day I'll describe it as a hazy glimpse of the future. And then she walked into my life and filled the role of wife and mother.
Of course, our first conversations will not be anything so deep. One day I will tell her about the first moment I saw her, but tonight we are still learning about each other. My anticipation is high. I will allow her to negotiate some, but I also want to establish some rules. My life is suddenly full of excitement. A new, fresh flow of energy ran through my veins. I would be talking to Honey again soon. It was almost time to call her. I was a man of my word and would continue to be. It's what made me a good boss and business owner. Perhaps, it will endear me to Honey to know that I keep my promises. I tell the guys I'm going to take a dinner break and go back to my apartment upstairs. I ignore my throbbing dick. I'm horny as fuck but I want my next orgasm to be all about Honey. I think that it will totally be worth the wait.
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
Honey Brandt had a really nice sports car, sleek on the outside and leather on the inside. The new car smell made me take a deep breath and settle into the bucket seat. He had a manual transmission, which meant he must have ordered the car since it was a newer model and they are all automatic these days. I thought he would drive fast because of the type of car he drove, but he drove at the speed limit. He was very controlled and I wasn't sure I liked that. I wanted to see Brandt out of control. What could I do to shake it? Then I wondered, where that thought come from. I wasn't one to covet the bad boy, at least I wasn't until I met him. Now, I wanted Brandt for myself. I felt very possessive and I tried to examine why. We hadn't known each other long. What if he was a really bad guy? But no, I don't think my instincts would fail me that much. He may own and run a club that caters to certain kinks, but I can tell he's honorable. Which reminds me. I always felt that Moe was an honorab
AnalieseWhen I woke, I was sore everywhere, it seemed. I flipped on my stomach and pushed myself off the bed. When I went to the bathroom, I stood over the toilet, not even trying to sit down. That was only ten licks. He had promised twenty, and I had a feeling he would deliver the rest. I had requested the riding crop next, and I wasn't looking forward to it at the moment.Then I thought about all the things he did as a whole, and I was ready to go find him. He'd denied me orgasms so far. I was hoping for a final result with fireworks at the end. My throat was sore, my as8s was sore. If he fu8cked me that hard again, my pus8sy would be sore - I did feel a slight twinge - but it was nothing compared to the other pain. It wasn't even noon yet.I wasn't complaining, however. I had gotten so wet, so hot and bothered while he spanked me that my pu8sy was quivering by the time he slid inside me. I would have orgas8med in just a few more strokes. I didn't want Oscar to know that I was enjo
OscarI wasn't really mad anymore, but she didn't need to know that. I would never touch her in anger. That was a big no-no for a Dom. She'd chosen the wooden paddle and I would need her on her feet, bent over the edge of the bed. The wood was thick and long, kinda like me (hehe), so I wanted to make sure that I got her butt cheeks. The fattiest areas were best for this device. I didn't want to mistakenly hit her back, which I wouldn't, but I wanted to be safe. This was her first punishment and her first real spanking. Twenty licks was a lot too, but I couldn't go easy on her. She put herself in danger by leaving and going to his house, even if he wasn't there.Nope. Stop thinking about it. I didn't want to risk getting angry again. I was interested in what she and Mindy had to say to one another, but that could wait. I would scold her while she received her punishment. She needed a good dressing down. I worried about her the whole time she was gone. I got enough shi8t going on not to
MindyThere was a knock at the door. It was only eight in the morning. I didn't usually have visitors knock so early, so it was curious. I was an early riser, a thing that drove Dylan crazy. He hated getting up early and usually worked a second or third shift so he could sleep in. He never came home last night, which was also curious. I wondered if this had something to do with that.An ominous feeling fell over me. It sucked because I was on a serious high after my night with the guys. It had been wonderful, and it made me examine why I had put up with Dylan for all these years. Kent and J.J. were seriously good lovers without the bent of cruelty that Dylan had. It was a revelation really. I didn't feel used or abused or taken for granted this morning. I'd felt delighted.I looked out the peephole with a bit of shock. Analiese. She was a bit older, but exactly how I remember her from high school. I was going to get some bad news, I just knew it. I opened the door to face my fate."He
OscarAna made some valid points. She wanted to be informed about things going on in her own life. I get that. Not many people like to be left in the dark, especially when it pertains to their own lives. I had my reasons for not giving her the plan, mostly because I didn't want her inside freaking out about what was going on outside. I didn't have time to get her out of here, not when I thought Dylan might be out there watching.I didn't want to wait until dinner. I lied a bit when I said I was calling Moe. I needed to ask Bill to look around the house and see if he finds any indication that someone had been looking in the windows at her old house. I don't think this is the first time Dylan has done something like this. I need information to move forward.It was one of the days that Bill decided to work from home. He went outside immediately when I explained the situation. He remembered Dylan from the high school days and knew that something had happened to break them up. I had explai
AnalieseThere is a war going on inside me. First, I want to be strong. I am strong. I've gotten through to the other side of what could have been a tragedy in my life. The second part, I needed help to get there. Oscar was there for me every step of the way. I no longer sit around moping, thinking why me? I moved forward towards the goal of being myself again. So then, I'm strong again. A continuous and seemingly endless circle.Where would I be if he hadn't called me that first night in the car after our rescue? I shudder to think that I would be lying around my house, depressed and alone. With no hope. What is worse than living without hope? Nothing. Those without hope struggle to live, to move on and recover. They often use violence against themselves. They become addicts to escape. They may even contemplate death. I cringe. I'd never been down that road in my mind before and shied away from its implications.Oscar didn't talk about it with me last night, but I know Dylan was afte
MindyDylan left after he showered. I didn't expect him home anytime soon. When he says he'll be late, it's always true. I'm surprised that he actually left me alone. He's never had me entertain the guys without him supervising and directing the action. He's definitely the dominant personality of their trio. I was wondering how Kent and J.J. would act without Dylan here while I made dinner for one. I knew Dylan would get something to eat while he was out. It was his M.O.Because I knew him so well, I also knew he stepped out on me occasionally. I used to let it bother me, but once I realized he was never going to marry me, I let my heart grow cold for him. Now we are basically nothing more than friends with benefits. Roommates who fu8cked. He would call me his submissive. And while I was submissive to him, I didn't really like that title. I liked to say we were fuc8k buddies. Anyway, I'd taken up messing around with other men too. So I guess you could say we are even.I don't flaunt my
Dylan (POV by request)Warning: Degradation and Humiliation Kink That May Be Disturbing for Some Readers.As soon as Mindy came home from work, I pulled her inside and threw her over the back of the couch. I shoved her dress up and pulled her thong aside. My di8ck had been hard all day from seeing Analiese. She was so pretty and innocent looking. I'd been so close to fu8cking her back in high school. I put in all the work, then she found out about me and Mindy. To top it off, Oscar got involved, and it was game over for me with Ana. I've been pretty resentful ever since.Mindy had only been a toy to pass time with back then. I needed to fu8ck and Mindy liked to spread her legs. Next thing I knew, we had moved in together. She was no innocent. Not like Ana. I know I would have been her first, if I had just been more discreet. Fuc8ing Mindy behind the bleachers was a colossal mistake. It had been Mindy's idea. She loves public se8x even to this day. But Mindy was a who8re. She had fuc8ke
OscarI watched her fine ass walk away from me and I sighed. Now was not the time to get hard. I used my imagination anyway. Ana would go to the bedroom and get naked. Her beautiful body would be bare in a few moments, and I was stuck out here with this douche8bag. I looked down at him when he moaned. He'd be awake soon. My neighbors didn't seem to notice the fight, but they will notice the cops milling around soon. I hear the sirens stop wailing as they pull along the street outside the gate.I told Ana the story I would tell the cops. She was smart enough to follow my lead. The story was mostly true, I just happened to be outside waiting for the sick fu8ck instead of inside with Ana. Dylan's fingerprints were on the window and screen if the cops bothered to check. I knew they would haul him away tonight. I just hope it was enough to keep him in jail a little while. Trespassing by itself probably wasn't going to do it. I hope they got him for breaking and entering, even though he nev
AnalieseCoco hears something. I look up from my phone when I see her ears co8ck to the side. I'm sitting on the couch playing a game on my phone, trying to distract myself from the fact that Oscar isn't home yet. I'm not scared or anything. I've talked with my mom and Kylie. I figured it was a good time to do those things while Oscar was out.Kylie seems to be doing well. She told me that Brody was out as well, so I told her that they guys were most likely together, planning something against Dylan. We discussed what we thought they might do. Knowing they had killed before and recently, probably crossed both of our minds, but we didn't discuss that. It wouldn't be wise, obviously, and it was too fresh. And I hated that all those good men, including my own father, were in on something like that. I had not even talked to Oscar about it. I would one day, but sometime in the future. I didn't want the details just yet. It was enough to know that those thugs would never hurt anyone else ag