My words were meant as a joke but apparently, he didn't take it like that. With no warning, he picked me up and laid my stomach down across his desk, and with a strong jerk, he pulled my pants down again. I realized with horror he was preparing to spank me again and I began to struggle against his hold. A sharp smack against my bottom stopped me and made me squeal. "Did you just question your Master's word?" he asked deadly soft as his hand gently caressed my backside that I was sure was already turning red. "No! Reed! I don't have time for this!" I shouted and began to struggle to get off his desk. Once again there came a sharp smack on my rear causing me to cry out. "Too bad. Make time. I'll ask again-"Smack! "Did you just question your Master's word?""Ow! No! Of course not! I questioned your eyesight!" I cried.My mushy slightly crazed brain thought I could use that as an explanation. In my stupidity, I thought it would help to calm him down and make him laugh. No such luck, a
I can't count how many times that day I cursed him. Every time someone looked down at my chest and I saw a light come on in a man's eyes, I mentally called Reed every name I could think of. Lizzie did not help when she stopped by to drop off some papers for Jordan. Her eyes bugged out at the obvious sight of my nipples through my shirt. When she opened her mouth to make some smart-ass comment, but I just gave her backside a pointed look. She bit her words back and awkwardly shuffled out the door. I stifled a giggle, finding the whole situation we both were in hilariously ironic. I was never so happy as to see the clock hit home time than I was that day. I rapidly cleared my desk and grabbed my purse, then went to knock on Reed's door to make sure he didn't need anything else before I went home. I entered and noticed he was on the phone so instead of disturbing him. I made a motion that indicated I was leaving, but he waved me in. He looked almost relieved to have me in the room, but
Throughout the week, we all seemed to fall into some sort of routine. At lunchtime, Reed and I would seclude ourselves in his office for as long as we could. He apparently was very adept at tying someone up to an office chair with just a silk tie and the pantyhose he had insisted I was to wear from now on.On the last day of that week, I had found the sexiest underwear that was in my drawer and was enormously proud of myself as I did my morning ritual of showing my Master. Reed grudgingly approved my choice after he made sure to note that it was only slightly better than the ones I had been wearing. The ones that he had promptly ordered me to remove the moment I entered the office. However, he had proceeded to reward me for trying a bit harder this morning. He spread my legs and tied them underneath the chair with the pantyhose he had insisted I take off. The bindings were tight so I couldn't squeeze them together and left me in such a position that if I moved, I'd fall off the chair
He pulled the toy free and wrapped it in a cloth that sat in the drawer and untied me. My heart melted as he took a moment to make sure my wrist and ankles were alright. That was the one thing I had been learning was a major difference between a Dom, and a Master. Most Doms who were not serious about BDSM didn't really care much about what happened afterward and they left their subs to care for themselves. A true Master always cared about how his sub was feeling even if it was just being tired and wanting to rest. "That was amazing, little sub. Now I want you to go bend over the couch arm, I need to be inside you as soon as possible," he said giving me a gentle kiss and a push in that direction. I hurried over and bent over the couch, thrilled that his need for me was so great. I couldn't wait for him to be inside me and to know he wanted to be there just as desperately heightened my arousal as well. He was just unzipping his pants when his phone rang. With a sound of frustration, h
I floated through the rest of the day in a fog of misery and depression. By the time five rolled around, I could hear my bed calling my name adamantly and I was more than prepared to meet it. "Hey, Jordan told me we were all going to the club tomorrow," Lizzie said excitedly as she came into the office.I shook my head sadly, feeling my bed call my name louder. Lizzie probably knew what was going on with Reed better than I did consider Jordan was Reed's, right-hand man. Nevertheless, I hadn't the heart to ask her to betray Jordan's confidence. Lizzie's face dropped for a moment but immediately she began to glow again."That's okay!" she said excitedly. "You can still go shopping with me, so you'll be prepared next time you can come." I immediately agreed, knowing that a shopping trip with my best friend was exactly what I needed. Forget ice cream and crappy romantic comedies, a 'shop 'til you drop' day with a woman who knew exactly what that phrase meant was definitely in order. "Th
I looked at her, trying hard to at least pretend to be shocked. I couldn't do it. I began to giggle and then it turned into a full-on belly laugh when I saw her glaring at me. "I'm sorry," I said, biting my lip until it almost bled to stop the after giggles. "I can't wait for your first real night in the club, Mia. You'll see how hard it is," she said warningly. "Yes. It's hard remembering not to talk back to the Dom's and to do as you're told. But the fun we've had, wouldn't you say that's worth it?" Jordan said putting his hand on Lizzie's knee.Right in front of me, I watched my sarcastic, bitchy, and bad-to-the-bone friend melt into putty and give Jordan 'The Goo-Goo Eyes' as she used to call them. I would have to remind her of this moment the next time she started cracking wise about someone else. "Totally," she said with a sweet smile and there was silence in the car for a while as we were all lost in our own little world. "Mia, I've been meaning to ask, how things are going
"Oh, come on, Mia, that shade is perfect for you," Lizzie said as I walked out of the dressing room in a sexy blue halter top and mini skirt combo that she insisted made my skin glow. "I'm not sure that this is exactly what they mean by work clothes," I said walking over to the mirror. It did look amazing on me and with my red hair, the blue complimenting it so well that it seemed to glow like a fire. "Who cares? This is exactly what you need to remind Reed what he's missing out on when he runs home to Madam Witch," Lizzie said, the disgust in her voice evident. I had shared my pet name and Lizzie had quickly picked up on it. I had even heard Jordan was using it. I hadn't heard yet what Reed thought of it, but I didn't particularly care right now. I looked myself up and down and found I was quite pleased with the woman in the mirror. Lizzie was right, I needed to up my action if I was going to get Reed to realize that I could not wait forever. I wasn't even sure why I was waiting.
Sunday morning was a lot calmer despite a restless night's sleep after being unable to get a hold of Lizzie the night before to find out what she and my mother had been talking about. Apparently, the night at the club had lasted well into the morning hours because she never called me back no matter what time I had tried to call her. "Ah, come on, Mia," Lizzie whined.Apparently, nine a.m. was still too early for her. "What have you been talking to my mom about? Does she know about me?" I said sitting hard on the kitchen table chair. "Yes, but don't worry she actually was wondering when you'd find your kink. Apparently, it runs in the family. Did you know Aunt Ruth wouldn't do anything with Uncle Martin unless she was covered in whipped cream?" "Oh God, not Aunt Ruthie and Uncle Martin! And my parents!" I practically shouted at her over the line. I was as horrified now as I was when I first learned what sex was and that my parents did it. "What, Mia? Did you actually think that you