“Having a good time?” Jake asked her as he stepped up to the wall overlooking the backyard, his hands wrapped around a whiskey glass as he leaned on his elbows, matching Valerie’s position. The night sky was clear, the stars twinkling overhead and the moon drifting across the dark expanse, casting its soft glow along the earth as it went. Valerie heard some night crickets in the distance, but other than that, it surprised her at how quiet the area was.
Valerie glanced over at him, her own drink in hand. She nodded once. “I am, actually. You have some interesting friends, I’ll say that.”
He chuckled, his head bouncing slightly. “They are a rare bunch. I don’t hang around with them that often, but every time I do, I learn something new about them. Some have pretty far out ideas about relationships and life.”
“I kind of noticed that from a conversation I had with the other ladies a bit ago.” She shook her head. “Seems some of your friends never left high school.”
“I’d say we’re more like the immature residents of a frat house,” Damien said as he slid up to Valerie’s other side, turning and leaning back against the waist-high wall. A playful grin decorated his lips as he glanced over at her, one hand shoved into his front pocket, and the other holding onto his drink. “Those were some carefree, crazy-ass days. Why wouldn’t we want to relive them?”
“I would think as you neared thirty, you’d be past the need to gawk at a woman changing clothes in a dressing room,” she said, disdain dripping from every word. “Seems kind of childish to me.”
Damien shrugged. “Probably, but then again, their little game hurt no one, so what’s wrong with being a little childish now and then. Besides, from what Ethan told us, Sally fucked the hell out of him once they got to the car again. She couldn’t even wait, apparently, dropping to her knees right there in the parking lot. He had to force her not to pull his cock out until they got in the car, she was so damn eager to go at it.”
She felt her brows pinch together. “What was the point of waiting after he already made her expose herself in the dressing room to anyone who glanced her way?”
“Big difference between forgetting to close a door and people accidentally seeing you strip and dropping to her knees and sucking her boyfriend off in a public parking lot.” Damien chuckled. “Of course, I would have hung around to watch that as well.” He shrugged. “Sally loves it, actually. Craves it even. They’ve been together almost three years now and playing these games the whole time. She says there’s a freedom to it, and Ethan loves making her do the wildest things.”
“And from what Holly said, you all pitch in with ideas as well,” Valerie said, still not believing a woman would allow herself to be taken advantage of in the way Sally allowed them to do to her. It seemed more like an adult game of Truth or Dare to Valerie.
“I’ve been missing out,” Jake said, grinning as he lifted his glass to his lips.
Valerie shot her brother a scathing look, but he simply shrugged it off.
“Hey, I’m just as much a male as these guys,” Jake said. “If she’s not being forced to do anything against her will, then who cares what she’s made to do. It’s their sex life.”
Turning her attention back to Damien, Valerie asked, “And does Holly allow you to order her to do these types of things?”
Damien shook his head. “Nah. Holly’s a tad too timid for displays of public nudity or sex. We have our fun in other areas. However, she pitches in with some ideas for Sally every once in a while. ”
Valerie stared at the dark-haired man, wondering what kind of fun he meant. If he enjoyed embarrassing and humiliating another woman, one who he wasn’t in a relationship with, what would he enjoy in a normal sexual relationship? She turned her gaze back out to the woods behind the apartments, disappointed that Damien had turned out to be such a schmuck. When she first met him, she thought he was something special, but with the things she discovered he got off on, she just couldn’t imagine herself being close friends with him. How Holly could date him was beyond Valerie’s comprehension. She wouldn’t want her boyfriend telling another woman what to do sexually and then going and watching it happen. What a couple did in the bedroom was between them, obviously, but it should remain in the bedroom and between them, not broadcasted all over town. She shook her head, her lips pressed together.
Damien laughed beside her, and Valerie stiffened, realizing that she had been having a conversation with herself in her head, and he knew it. “I take it you don’t approve?” he asked.
She shook her head, refusing to look at him and revealing the blush on her face from where he had caught her in the midst of her inner dialogue. “No, I don’t approve. I’ve had someone try to control me before. Never again. Relationships don’t work that way.”
Damien shrugged, turning his attention to the others on the roof. “They do if the people in them want them to. I’ve never been one to tell others how to behave in their own relationships, and I don’t appreciate it when others try to do it to me.” He turned back to Valerie, a smirk on his face as he bumped himself away from the wall with his ass. “Besides, everyone loves to be controlled a little, especially during sex.” He winked at her as he moved off to talk to someone else.
Valerie followed him with her gaze. “Can you believe the audacity of that man?” Yet, as she watched him walk away, she couldn’t help but allow her focus to drop to how his jeans cupped his firm ass. Her stomach clenched as she wondered what it would actually be like to have him control her in the bedroom. Yet, she knew a man like Damien Pressman would never be satisfied keeping things in the safety of the bedroom. He would want to take it out into the world, bars, cars,…dressing rooms.
Jake laughed as he turned to sit back on the wall. “Damien?” He shrugged. “He just knows what he likes. He’s always been an open-minded person since I’ve known him, always pushing society’s boundaries. If there’s something to explore, he’ll be the first to dive into it. It’s part of his charm.”
“I’m sure he thinks so.”
“Don’t let him get to you,” Jake said. “He’s not your guy, just your landlord, so it doesn’t matter. He’s Holly’s problem.”
She turned to Jake, one hand on her hip. “That’s part of it. Holly seems to love it just as much, even though he said she wouldn’t do any of it.”
“So? Some people prefer watching others do things. They’re either afraid, or that’s just what they enjoy. Either way, it’s between her and him, don’t you think? As he said, no one should butt into another person’s relationship.”
She gave a quick nod as she turned her attention back to Damien who stood over by Nick, both men laughing at something. Again, her mind drifted to what it would feel like to be controlled by Damien. He seemed to have a kinky streak that he enjoyed pushing onto others. And even though he spoke to her in a patronizing tone just now, she couldn’t deny how soaked her panties were thinking about the things he wanted the other woman to perform for their amusement, regardless of how wrong she thought it was.
“Need another drink?” Jake asked, pushing himself away from the wall.
She nodded, handing him her glass, but her gaze never strayed from Damien as her brother took it and walked off. Brent had tried to control her during their marriage, making her his domestic slave. He expected her to play the part of household drudge and be the obedient sexual toy while he did whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. A week ago, she had her fill of being both of those things and stormed out of the house. She swore then that she would never take orders from another man as long as she lived, and yet, here she was, her pussy dripping as she thought of Damien controlling her even a little. How twisted was that? And the man even had a girlfriend!
As she stood there staring at Damien still, Nick broke away from his friend, waving at a couple of others on the roof and calling them to follow him. Her eyes widened when she realized he was bringing them over to meet her, her nerves suddenly twisting a knot in her stomach.
“Valerie, right?” Nick asked, smiling. After she told him it was, he motioned to the other two men with him, one a slender bald-headed man, and the other shorter with a little paunch around his belly. “I thought I’d introduce you to two of the other professors at Hampton. This here is Miles Jacobs, he’s in our mathematics department.” He pointed to the paunch-bellied man, who smiled as he reached out to shake her hand. “And Mr. Clean here is Keith Anders. He’s actually in administration. He’ll be the one to help you out Monday and get you all settled in.”
She shook Keith’s hand, smiling as she said she was looking forward to joining the Hampton team. Yet, her attention was still on the man who both infuriated her and intrigued her at the same time. She wouldn’t admit her attraction to anyone, especially with Damien’s viewpoint on how women should be treated, but she couldn’t help but fantasize about it just a little. What would Damien Pressman make her do if he possessed the reins to her life?
Valerie woke stiff and sore and in desperate need of coffee. The party went until well after midnight, and it surprised her none of the neighbors had called and complained about the noise. It wasn’t just the loud conversations and laughter that filled the night air, but Damien had blared music until finally surrendering to exhaustion and leading Holly downstairs to their bedroom. By that time, Jake had already called it a night and left, telling Valerie to call if she needed anything. She assured him she would be fine and told him to enjoy his Sunday. Truth was, after all the chaos of the past month, especially the last week after she decided to leave Brent, she needed the quietness of just being alone.Slipping into a pair of flannel pajamas and her slippers, she trudged her way to the kitchen to make coffee hoping to open her eyes. As she passed the kitchen window, she heard people talking outside. Curious, she moved over to the window to investigate. Glancing out to
Valerie stared at the other woman, suddenly remembering everything the others said last night about how Ethan made his girlfriend, Sally, do vulgar things out in public. “I’m almost afraid to ask,” she said as she lifted her coffee to her lips.Holly giggled as her eyes lit up with mischief. “He took her to one of those truck stops that have a greasy restaurant attached, wearing a skirt that barely covered her ass, making her leave her panties in the car, and then he made her walk around allowing whoever wanted and had the guts to smack her ass or feel her up. Sometimes both. She told me a couple even fingered her right there in the restaurant. When they finally left, Sally couldn’t remember how many men had touched her bare ass or toyed with her pussy, but she was wet as hell, she said. So wet that she fucked Ethan right there in the truck stop parking lot with the car door open.”Valerie felt her eyes widen with each part of the st
Valerie stood at the front entrance to the administration building of Hampton University, the brick structure slightly intimidating in its stoic, austere appearance. Giant oaks towered around the edges of the campus, some nestled close enough to the buildings to offer some sort of shade, the slight breeze tousling their leaves. College students meandered about, most laden down with overloaded backpacks or arms loaded with thick books. Some students had earphones in, listening to their music on their way to class, while others laughed along with whoever they walked with. A few teachers crossed from the parking lot to the buildings, some shaking their heads as they watched the students, more than likely lost in the generation gap. Valerie never understood why people took positions around others they refused to try to understand. She thrived on the differences between her and her students, hoping both could teach the other something about life past, present, and future. That’s wh
Valerie walked over before she realized she had even taken the first step. “Excuse me,” she called out, one arm up as she pointed at the young man. “Hold up a moment, please.”The boy stopped, turning to face her. He didn’t hide the fact that he raked her with his hungry gaze, probably assuming she was another student. She barely appeared older than the average student, so she assumed he thought her someone he could flirt with. She would be quick to nip that notion in the bud.“Can I help you?” he asked as he slid his salacious gaze up her body once more until he looked her in the face.“We live next door to each other,” she told him, her arms over her chest, suddenly feeling as if she were out of her element. With the way he swallowed her with his gaze, a slimy feeling washed over her, making her shudder slightly. “I actually saw you tormenting that poor girl who seemed to want nothing more than to get
Valerie leaned back in her chair, propping her feet up on the wall that circled the roof as a slight breeze brushed against her, soothing her tired muscles. She held her wineglass with both hands as she blew out the exhaustion that filled her from the day she had in a slow, steady breath, her shoulders slumping a little as she settled back. In the distance, the sun began to set behind the oaks that lined the back of the property, a hawk drifting slowly across the darkening sky. Tranquil. Her night was peaceful, and after the past month, peaceful was exactly what she needed.“And here I thought I’d be the only one out here tonight,” Damien’s voice came from behind her.She turned, glancing over at him as she realized her quiet night just got shattered. “It’s relaxing sitting up here,” she told him. “I could see this being a major spot for me.”Damien nodded as he slid a chair over to sit beside her, a beer in
Valerie stared at Damien, not sure if he was being nice or trying to manipulate her into giving in to his base desires. “And you really think you can make my…” She took a deep breath, forcing herself to say the word she knew he would want her to say. “My pussy parts drip constantly by these humiliating experiences?” She didn’t believe it would be possible, especially with the way she hated being told what to do. And definitely not by Damien Pressman.“No doubt about it,” he said with a casual shrug. “But then, you’re not the type to give into things like that. You’re too uptight to let yourself go, even for a short period.”“I’m not uptight,” she said with a sigh. “I don’t know why you keep saying that? I like to have fun just as much as the next person.”He turned to her, smirking. “I already told you. By the way you act. Look at the things you sai
Valerie woke the next morning sick to her stomach over how she behaved last night. She couldn’t believe she had not only stripped for Damien on the roof where anyone could have come out and seen her, but also practically begged him to finger her, bringing her to one of the best orgasms she had in a while. How could she have done that to Holly? How could she have succumbed to her lust that quickly. She stripped in front of her friend’s boyfriend, throwing herself at him. She sighed as she jerked the covers off her still-naked body. “I’m such a bitch.”She tried to replay the entire evening in her head as she showered and got dressed for work in order to see where she lost control, but the only thing she remembered was getting angry every time Damien opened his mouth. He just sat there in his chair, acting as if he was ignoring her, and taunting her with his wisecracks about how uptight he thought she was. And she had played right into his hands, e
“So, how did your first day go?” Nick Mason asked as he neared where Valerie stood outside her classroom. “The kids weren’t too unruly, were they? They can be sometimes with new teachers, trying to press the boundaries and see what they can get away with.”Nick was a tall man with a muscular build, which was quite apparent through his dress shirt with the way the material pulled taut across his chest. He had short, dark hair and deep green eyes, which sparkled with his smile as he stared down at her. If it hadn’t been for the stories about how he behaved on campus she heard, she could have seen herself desiring to spend more time with him. However, she didn’t plan on being a notch on anyone’s belt at this campus. She had already screwed up enough with Damien.“It went well for the most part,” she said, smiling back at him. “I admit, I could have done without one student, but it’s only for the semes
“Move here?” She felt her brows furrow, felt confusion fog her mind. “I don’t understand. Why would we move here? This is far away from the college, your other properties, our friends, even.” He nodded as he gestured for her to move towards the house. “Yup. It is. That’s the entire point. It’s a fresh start.” She stared at him for another moment, trying to piece together everything he said, but still coming up empty. After another moment of him waiting for her to move, she turned and headed towards the massive house, running her gaze over the exterior as she did. He actually wanted them to move there. “But what about my job? I just started it a couple of weeks ago. I can’t just quit.” He shrugged as he stepped beside her, reaching out and taking her hand. “Sure you can. People do it all the time. We’ll just say it wasn’t the right fit. I want you to come work for me. Then I can truly control you all day, every day. Imagine what I can make you do in my office.” “Work for you?” Norma
She woke the next morning to the sun peeking through the windows. She blinked a few times, covering her eyes as she squinted at the light, wondering why the sun was waking her up? It was Tuesday, a school day. She should have already been out the door and on her way. Usually, when she woke up, darkness still blanketed the sky. Closing her eyes once more, she laid there, thinking back to how Damien made her masturbate in the middle of the living room while he recorded it. As she played with herself, he forced her to tell him every dirty detail that happened with Walt, and it wasn’t long before she brought herself to an orgasm. As she laid there thinking about it, she grew horny once more and thought a nice morning romp with her master would be just the thing to start her day. Rolling over, however, she noticed Damien wasn’t in bed with her, which caused her to shove herself into a sitting position as she looked towards the bathroom. Panic caused her heart to hammer in her chest. It was
“Go sit in the middle of that couch and spread your legs.” Valerie pushed herself to her feet and then crossed the room, feeling extremely exposed in the old man’s apartment. She did as he told her, though, sitting on the couch, leaning back, and spreading her legs so he had a perfect view of her drenched slit. The fact that she was already so soaked shamed her even more. He watched her as she did it, and only when she settled back on the couch did he shove himself out of his chair and move towards her. As he drew closer, she kept her gaze fixed on him, her breathing growing more rapid with each step he took. “I want it wider.” He motioned at her as he spoke. “Pull your legs up closer to your body, your knees near those fat tits of yours.” She did as he instructed, and he nodded. “Now, spread your legs as wide as you can.” It was uncomfortable, and she had to slide to the edge of the couch to do it, but soon she had spread herself out completely for him, exposing her slick slit f
Valerie entered the door, following Walt inside, and closed it behind her. He didn’t even look over his shoulder, but walked as if he expected her to be right behind him. And she was, because that’s what Damien, her master, told her to do. As they walked, she studied him, taking better inventory of the man who was about to… She sighed. Who was about to do whatever he wanted to her. Walt possessed mussed up gray hair that probably hadn’t had a brush run through it in weeks, if he even brushed it at all. And by the looks of it, he rarely washed it. He was a thin man, but still had a slightly muscular build under his baggy clothes and walked with a slight stoop of his shoulders, almost as if he bent in two. He possessed a scraggly beard which covered his chin and cheeks in splotches, never fully covering any true patch of his face, and he mumbled to himself as he walked. She doubted he talked to her. Entering his house, she wasn’t sure what she expected, but it wasn’t what she saw. If s
Valerie returned to class, nervous because she had several of the boys who had huddled around Dean at lunch in her next couple of sessions. They would have seen her being fucked and sucking Dean’s and Jared’s cocks. They would have seen her naked and begging to be used like a dirty little slut. Shame burned her cheeks, but as always, her cunt throbbed as her wetness dripped from her hungry folds. The contradiction always confused her, but she knew it was what made her who she was, and she craved that part of her. There had been smirks and sultry looks, even from some of the young women in her classes, and she wondered how many people Dean had shown the pictures and videos to that so many people seemed to know the type of woman she was. She worried that by the time Damien talked to Dean, the entire school would know as well, and her honey dripped as being known as the college tramp. She fumbled through her lessons, wanting to hurry through them and get the hell off campus and the look
Valerie walked into the cafeteria, pausing long enough to glance around. Her morning classes went well and without event. After the morning she had had, she was grateful for the reprieve. It should not have surprised her that Dean finally had to brag to one of his buddies that had fucked one of his professors. If she were honest with herself, she had to admit that it surprised her that it took as long as it did. And, while it scared her that someone else knew about her and her eagerness to be used, it also excited her, keeping her wet all morning long.However, the moment she walked into the college’s cafeteria, all of that was forgotten when she saw Jared and Dean in the middle of a cluster of college boys. Panic gripped her as she saw Dean holding his phone, pointing to it, and everyone’s attention glued to whatever he showed them. With the way they acted, and Jared nodding with a shit eating grin on his face, there was no doubt in her mind what Dean showed them. Shame burned her ch
With a deep breath, Valerie lowered herself to her knees, keeping her gaze fixed on Jared as she did. She reached out, gripping his cock once she knelt in front of him and stroked his meaty rod. When she finally dropped her gaze to his hardness, she couldn’t believe how thick and long it was. Definitely longer than Dean’s, if not as thick. Close, but not quite there. Still, it would fill her sex perfectly, she knew, and there was no way he would get her naked and not fuck her. At least, that was her hope. She cut a quick glance over at Dean, but he remained where he was in her chair, apparently quite content watching the scene in front of him. That alone added to her excitement, making her cunt throb. One student watched her as she sucked off another one. God, her life had become so twisted. Turning back to Jared’s cock, she lapped at the pre-cum pooled at the tip before leaning forward and taking him in her mouth. His moan filled her ears, and she felt his hand on the top of her hea
Valerie couldn’t believe what she saw. Dean sat in her desk chair, which wasn’t all that unusual, but sitting on the front corner of her desk was Jared Dalton, another of her students.After a brief pause, which she prayed didn’t make her look like an idiot, Valerie continued to her desk. “Please get out of my chair, Dean. Good morning, Jared. Students usually wait in the outer office if they have an appointment with me. Although, I don’t recall you asking to see me today.” She did her best to ignore Dean, who still had not left her chair.“Oh, he’s here with me.” He pointed to her neck, one brow cocked. “Nice piece of jewelry. Don’t think I’ve seen you wear it before.”She ran a finger over her choker, remembering the moment Damien had clasped it around her neck. “It was given to me this weekend.” She stood straighter, dropping her arm as she took a deep breath. “Now, why are the two of you here?”Dean nodded as he stretched his legs out, crossing his ankles, rather than getting out
Valerie stood in the middle of her new living room, taking in the mixture of belongings. The weekend had been a mixture of hauling her possessions up to Damien’s apartment—now their apartment—and her being used by him in as many ways as he could dream up. And Valerie loved every minute of it. She still could not believe the events of the weekend, however. Damien had asked for her submission, placing a gorgeous choker around her neck to serve as her collar, and then told her he wanted her to move in with him, even giving her free rein to decorate the apartment any way she desired. She was to make it hers. Theirs. And then she was to remain naked the entire time she was in the apartment building. Damien had even placed a shelf and basket down by the front door to the apartments to assist her in stripping as soon as she entered the building. She would place her briefcase and purse on the shelf, strip out of her clothes, placing the items in a small basket, and then take everything up t