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,
It felt like people were staring at me as I followed closely behind Gideon through the sections, past the man guarding the stairs, and up to the second level. Of course, people probably weren't looking, but it still felt like it. My skin buzzed with imagined attention, but try as I might, I couldn't shake it off.I'd been up here on the second floor before, but instead of going to the right, we continued straight ahead, to the door at the end of the hall.Nervously, I dried my clammy hands on my dress and focused on breathing evenly. It was a feat that I actually managed to do so when I felt like hyperventilating.No one could say I shied away from putting myself out there and pushing myself out of my comfort zone—not at this moment, at least.It felt great, though, even with these anxious nerves, to do something I'd always wanted but was too afraid to do. Until now.Gideon didn't knock on the door. Instead, he walked in as if he owned the place. Made sense, since his best friend did,
Chris's brows were scrunched together as he looked at me in confusion. "Of course, we won't. Emily, did you really think we would sleep with other women while we were your dominants?""I... Well, I really didn't know what to think. I don't know how you plan on finding your slave without...you know, testing her out," I admitted. It was comforting to know that they were this adamant that having sex with others wouldn't happen.Mat shook his head slightly, looking almost sad. "Gorgeous. Chris is right. That won't happen. It wasn't even something we contemplated on doing."My eyes went to Gideon to see if he had anything to say, but his mouth was pressed in a tight line as if he was refusing to speak on the matter. His hand clenched a glass of whiskey, looking angry. In other words, nothing new there. But, for some reason, him being so mysterious made me want to get to know him even more. I wanted him to open himself up to me; I just didn't know how I could make that happen.I nodded. "I
Chapter 44 - EmilyOh, God. My mouth felt dry as I registered what Chris had said. Choose your safeword, and then I want to see you...submit.I struggled to get the words out, mostly because I didn't know what to say to that. I'd been burning up with feverish horniness since we sat down; hell, I was horny as soon as I got into the room—and nervous."N-now?" I stammered, looking at Mat and Gideon; their attention purely on me."Now. Choose your word, then we'll sign the contract. After that... We'll take you to my private room here at the club." I shivered at Chris's silky voice and the way his lips touched my neck as he spoke.Racking my brain for a word I wouldn't normally use in a scene, but that was still easy enough to remember. "Orange," I finally answered. It was my favorite fruit."Orange." Mat nodded, approving my choice.Chris moved away from me to get his papers. "We'll use these as the official contract. Look through it before we all sign it."He gave them to me, and I did m