Chapter 7 - Dropping By

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.

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Friday nights in a BDSM club are rocking. The Inner Sanctum was full. We had reached capacity at 9 and started sending walk-in clients away. Or they could wait in the line that was quickly getting long and bending around the corner of the building. Our members that rented private VIP rooms by the the week or month had to show an ID card to get in and had a separate entrance. Security had alerted me that one of our regulars was trying to come in, but their ID had been revoked. I hurried to the lobby to head off the tantrum I knew was coming.

Marion K. had brought an entourage as usual. She only came in about once or twice a month but kept a VIP room on standby so she could be “spontaneous”. However, her credit card didn’t go through at the beginning of the month. Accounting had called and left a message but Marion never addressed the issue.

I tried to use my friendliest voice. “Marion, may I escort you to my office for a moment so we can talk?” I didn’t want to embarrass her in front of everyone.

“Darling Brandt! I just want to go to my room and have some fun. What seems to be the problem?” I knew she was going to make this difficult. She had plenty of money, but I had come to expect that the rich often liked to see how much they could get away with. However, I was never one to kiss ass, no matter the pocket-size.

“Marion, we contacted you at the beginning of the month. We have an issue with the monthly dues not being paid. I’ll need your credit card if you want to go in.” Blunt and to the point. That’s me.

“Darling, why didn’t you just say so?” She digs through her bag and pulls out a thick wallet. She hands me a card and I give it to my right-hand guy on the weekends. Daniel took it and walked over to the discreet computer system in the corner. Dealing with money should be a private issue, especially because my fees were no joke.

I watched Daniel process the payment. He shook his head while walking back over to us.

“I’m afraid that card didn’t work, Marion.” I told her. This is a game we play on a fairly regular basis. “Remember last time you used the Amex?”

Dan handed the card back and she eyed me. “Oh, Brandt, you know I’m good for it.”

“Marion, I have other folks that want that room if you don’t.” I know this will get her to fork over the money.

She hands over a different card and Dan brings back the receipt several minutes later. “Your signature ma’am”, he intones. She signs and her people take the card and receipt.

This little drama might actually be funny if it didn’t happen so often. Marion rubs her hand down my arm and tries to reach around to my crotch. I held back my revulsion.

“Now, Marion, we don’t allow unsolicited groping. You know the rules.” She’s a little creepy and I really don’t want her hands on me. Especially now that I've met someone far more interesting.

She titters and her group moves off finally. No one was surprised at her antics.

“Boss, someone is here to see you.” I heard in my earpiece. I rarely get a break on weekends.

“Send them into the lobby.” I answered, thinking it was another problem child.

I’m blown away when a stunning brunette saunters in. Her hair was straightened and brushed to a sheen. Her striking blue eyes are accented with dark liner and mascara. Her lips are shinning with a dark mauve lip color. Her black dress has spaghetti straps and reaches to just above her knees, hugging her beautiful curves in between. Her breasts are covered nicely with just a hint of cleavage peaking out. I watched her eyes light up when she saw me waiting.

“Hello, Brandt.” Her voice was as sweet as her name.

“Hello, Honey.” My voice had gotten deep and dark.

“I hope I’m not disturbing you. I felt bad that I couldn’t call you back before your shift, so I thought I would stop by instead.” Oh man, I need to put my hands on her. I reached for her and placed my arm around her waist. I leaned down and kissed her cheek. I want to do more, so much more, but there are too many eyes in this place.

“I’m happy to see you and very surprised. Could you give me a moment to tell my people I’m going to take a break?” I watched her mesmerizing eyes. I saw her smile and nod.

I grabbed Daniel and told him not to contact me unless it was an emergency. I don’t want to be interrupted. I led Honey down the hallway to a door that needed a card and entry code. Behind that door is a set of stairs and I led her up, holding her hand.

“I have an apartment upstairs. It makes it convenient on the days when I’m here late.” I explained as we went up one flight of stairs to my floor. I didn’t release her hand as I unlocked the door and led Honey inside. I never bring women here. It’s one of my rules. Honey isn’t just some woman, she is going to be my woman. I'm definetly ready to make an exception to the rule.

I got a chance earlier today to speak to my mentor. I had an inkling when I was a teenager that I liked sex a little darker, a little rougher than the next guy. I didn't know what to do with that information about myself, but I remained curious. That is until I found an online forum. Like Honey, I like to research. My research led me to others that weren't really vanilla-sex kind of people. I could have watched porn but I wasn't interested in the acts of others as much as I wanted control of my own. I even found a BDSM school where I learned to be a DOM. I didn't get into certain aspects like rope tying, although I do like a good swing. I learned how to respect a sub and how to train a sub. I learned how to discipline myself and others. Building up anticipation is key.

My mentor reminded me that I have the control. She doesn't need to know the range of emotions I'm feeling until she understands the dominance in me. I need to keep the two things separate or she will be hard to train. And I will train her. School starts now.

Honey just dropping by is giving me a chance to show her a preview of what I need in our relationship. Her beauty had many eyes on her tonight. I want to show her what it means to have my attention.

As we enter my apartment, I push her against the door as I shut it. I hold her in place with my hips as I reach for her throat. I give it a squeeze.

I captured her gaze with mine for full effect. "Your first thing to learn about me is that I don't share. All those men downstairs were staring at what is mine. I will be in charge of your wardrobe from now on. You will take a picture of what you wear to school and work before you put it on. Do not disobey me in this or there will be punishment."

Her eyes were blown wide, and her breathing was shallow. A shudder went through her. I wondered how frightened she was and waited for a response. Then I noticed her nipples were tiny little points against the fabric of her blouse.

"Yes, sir." She whispered. My dick got hard real quick. Oh my god, was she a natural submissive? This was going to be so much fun.