Opposed to Chris and Gideon, I lived in a simple house in Washington Heights. Sure, my place might be considered expensive, but it didn't measure up to those two's homes. I've never liked pomp and pageantry, having grown up in a mansion too big for a kid; it only ever felt empty. Some part of me wanted the opposite of what my father had, which this place definitely was. Another positive thing about this place: my father refused to step foot in it because it was below his standards.My house was light and homey, with an open floor plan. There were personal touches to the rooms; art, books, a few plants, basically anything that held an interest to me. Father had all of those things too, but for him, they had been accessories and not something he actually enjoyed.In my friend group, I was considered the least complicated person, in the sense that I didn't need much to be happy. If I got to feed my urges—dominating, had a roof over my head, food in my belly, and a job I loved—I was good.
I woke up in torture; my dick was straining my boxers and was pressed against a delicious piece of ass.When I went to sleep, we had a good distance between us, but sometime during the night, we must've moved closer together—not that I could blame my body for wanting to be closer to her. She was like a magnet for me; it felt impossible to stay away. My arms were around her while we spooned, and I was perfectly fine laying like this for hours on end.Emily wriggled in her sleep, unconsciously grinding her ass against my cock. I groaned at the feeling. Fuck, like I said, this was pure torture, but of the best kind. I should probably move away, hell, I knew that, but I really didn't want to. What was the harm in pretending to be asleep?Before I could even decide on what to do, Emily stilled as her body tensed.Smirking, I tightened my hold on her. "Good morning, Gorgeous." My voice was rough with sleep. Hadn't it been for how close we were, I wouldn't have been able to feel the slight s
Emily was still breathing heavily as she came down from the bliss of an orgasm. I hadn't taken time to take off her shirt, and I regretted that now that I saw how enticingly her breasts moved underneath the material. It should've been a sin to cover them up.Laying down beside her, on my back, I gathered her in my arms once again. She placed her head on my chest and sighed happily."You okay?" I asked after she calmed down."I'm perfect." I could feel her smile against my skin, and damn if that did some weird things to my heart.This, right here, was alien to me. While Emma was new to the BDSM scene, lying in bed and cuddling was new to me. I mean, I always suspected I would be into it, but I'd never found someone I wanted to test it out with. Cozying up to someone like this was calming.A buzzing sound came from the nightstand on Emily's side, but she made no move to get it. After the third buzz, I urged her to see who it was. "You should probably check your phone, Gorgeous.""Yeah."
Spending the night and morning at Mat's place was surprisingly fun and relaxing. He took such good care of me that I was almost dreading going home to my empty and lousy apartment. The glass of water by the nightstand that I'd said no to before I went to bed was a blessing when I woke up in the middle of the night, thirsty as all hell.I'd woken up to me grinding on his dick, but in my defense, I thought it all was just a really realistic dream—until I realized it wasn't. Whoops. And the way he'd woken me up further...a girl could get used to that kind of start to the day.The visual I'd gotten of his—seriously big—dick was ingrained into my brain and was now living rent-free inside my mind. The first thought I had when he revealed his package to me was holy shit, and the next was ouch, because let's face it, that looked like it would hurt. How the hell would that even fit in my pussy?When I got down for breakfast, dressed in some of his clothes, I had once again become a little self
My eyes were round as I stared at the list on my phone, albeit a small portion of it since I couldn't fit the whole email on the screen. Scrolling down, I read through it quickly before starting at the beginning so I could read it more carefully.There were many things on that list, from different types of bondage and suspension and what material was okay to use to impact—whips, leather straps, and canes, among other things. I read about sexual activities; anal plugs, oral, forced masturbation...sensual play...humiliation...the list went on and on.I mean, I knew it would be a lot, but damn, I just didn't think it would be that much. I would never admit this to anyone, but I felt like a kid at a candy store. Though it could be that I wouldn't get to experience everything I wanted, it all depended on what the guys wanted as well.It felt surreal to have this list in my hand, especially when I've read so much about them in BDSM informational books. I'd always hoped I would one day have
Kevin and I had agreed to meet at the bus stop not far from my apartment complex. He didn't live that far away either—within walking distance from me, which was always convenient.I was dressed in my usual, dressy-ish outfit—skinny jeans and a pretty black blouse. Though it had been fun to go all out with pretty dresses and more makeup, it was also relaxing to do something a little more low-key. I'd paired my outfit with stylish black, heeled boots.It was five minutes until the bus would show up, and I was slightly stressing that we wouldn't make it. Kevin always ran a little late. But luckily, he arrived just in time."Girl, you are rocking those boots!" he said as soon as he saw me. From the look on his face, that was the only good thing about my outfit. He didn't comment on it, though, I knew it was only a matter of time.Grinning, I pulled him in for a quick hug. "You look great. Wow, Kevin, who knew you could be fashionably late while also being fashionable?"Kevin had gone all
The rest of the evening went by fast. Even though I enjoyed my night out with Kevin, I was stressing about the whole exclusivity thing with the guys. How had we not talked about that yet? God, I hoped they didn't assume we could all have someone on the side. I mean, we'd talked about finding a dom for me and a slave for them; they couldn't honestly think we would sleep with anyone else to "try them out," so to speak?Shit. That wouldn't be good at all.It was late when I got home, and with how tired I was, I thought I would fall asleep at once. But no, the goddamned thoughts wouldn't leave me at all. Not once. Not for a single second.I think it was closer to five AM when I was too exhausted to keep my thoughts going that I finally fell asleep. And I slept for too freaking long, waking up around three in the afternoon. Well, damn, I only had a few hours until I would meet the guys. Okay, a couple more than a few, but I had stuff to do before that, like going through the list more thor
It was almost difficult walking to the door, knowing who stood behind it. I knew next to nothing about Gideon; he owned a nightclub and was mostly silent, but that was about it. He held his emotions in a tight rein. There was a backstory there somewhere, but I would never know the story if he didn't give it to me willingly.I opened my door with clammy palms, revealing a rather brooding face attached to a hot "I'll make you scream in the best kind of way" body. He was dressed in a black suit; it seemed like it was what both he and Chris preferred. And I didn't mind that, not even a little bit. I had to stop myself from drooling as I stared at him; he filled out the suit as if it was made for him, which...it probably was.His dark hair looked slightly damp, as if he'd just gotten out of the shower, and if I said I didn't picture how he would've looked naked and wet in the shower, I would most definitely be lying.Gideon intrigued me, which I had a feeling he wouldn't have liked. So yes,