"Bethany, I really don't want to go!" I said firmly over the phone.Bethany had called right when I was getting ready to head out and go apartment hunting… again."Please, Vie. I really don't want to go by myself, and Lizzie is insisting that I be at this party. It's really important to her and I don't want to let her down," Bethany begged."I-I don't know, Bethy. I'm really not ready to see Trev again," I said softly."Come on, Vie. Show him that he can't get you down like that. Find those lady balls that you have grown. Strut in there with your head held high and your sexiest outfit on," she encouraged.I groaned in dismay. "All of my sexy outfits are still tied up in storage.""Ahh. Well… go to my house and pick one.""Yours are two sizes smaller than me. It'll be illicit," I insisted."Oh, stop finding excuses and show up. The parties at 5. Be there or I'll send someone to find you.""Bethany," I whined.There was a harsh sigh on the other end. "Look, Kevin and Alyssa are going to
Trev's one-word took the wind out of my sails, and I just gapped at him; my mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water."I'm sorry, what?" was all the brainpower I had left."Good for you."I just continued to stare at him, not quite able to comprehend what he said. Was he agreeing with me or patronizing me?"What exactly do you mean by that?" I asked cautiously."Just what I said. Good for you. You are submissive, but you are no one's doormat and I'm glad you finally realized that. I hate that I had something to do with it, but I'm glad it's finally there. This is the real Vie. The strong amazing woman that has been hiding under the shy uncertain girl," he replied… proudly, oddly enough.His praise warmed my heart even more. It was odd after the turbulent emotions I had felt recently that I suddenly would find a sort of tranquility."Oh… thank you.""You are welcome. Now that you've had your say and I agree with every word of it. I have been an asshole, and a dumbass, and everyt
The room was bathed in the soft romantic glow of a single lamp in the corner. This room was unique among the others because most of the restraints were on the wall but nowhere else. Call it sort of a trial playroom. Most of the Dom's used it to break in new subs to the whole bondage thing. In the corner, there was a small wooden box with various toys and equipment. The bed off to the side looked like an average bed, but I could see the hint of under-the-mattress restraints peeking out from the sides. I had picked this room purposely so Trev wouldn't see another dungeon like the one Kevin had. Just in case he was still dealing with the aversion to BDSM.I went to step away from him to find the lotion, but he pulled me back. The moment our eyes met, he gripped my hair in a powerful grasp and his mouth descended on mine, devouring it hungrily. A soft moan parted my lips and I had to grab his shoulders as desire slammed into me. His tongue swept in and took over, leaving me trembling aga
"I guess your mouth is so bored it must insult me. Well, I have something for it to do. My cock has been aching to be inside of it again."My eyes widened at his words. He really did sound like a Master, and I found the sub in me rising in response."I'm sorry, Master. It just sort of fell out… I-I didn't really mean it," I explain quickly."Well… don't let this fallout," he demanded as he unbuttoned his pants. "Open your mouth."His hard cock sprung out and practically jumped at me as he stepped forward. I opened my mouth as wide as it would go and allowed him to slide inside. A soft moan spilled from his lips as I began to alternate between sucking and licking the head. This was quickly becoming my favorite spot to play with. Loving the way, he responded when I flicked my tongue around the soft, fleshy ridge."Mmm, that's a very good sub. Much better use of that smart mouth, don't you think?" Trev suggested gently.A quiet moan of agreement was all I could do as he thrust gently in a
I reached up with both of my hands and cupped my breasts gently at first. Just feeling the weight of them in my hands. I was shocked when my body actually did respond. I did not know if I was just starving for the touch or reaction to the sight, but I didn't care either. A rush of pleasure went through me, and I needed more. I ran a finger over my nipples, feeling them harden and grow more sensitive. I rewarded them with a pinch, which drew a sharp breath out of me."You liked that didn't you, sub?" Trev asked."Yes, Master," I answered."Lick your fingers and do it again," he demanded.I did, and this time I couldn't stop the moan that exploded. The wet, slick pads of my fingers made it hard to grip the tiny nub, but that only forced me to pinch them harder. I arched my back as I continued to play with them, enjoying the pleasure that streaked through me into my pulsating pussy."I can see the hard little nub of your clit poking out. I think it wants its turn, don't you?""Yes, Master
A loud thud jerked my attention away from the bills of the extremely handsome, but completely broke, Trev Moore. I had been coming to his shabby apartment every Saturday for the last few weeks, trying to help him figure out how to pay the bills before they got worse.For the last ten years, Trev had been obsessively trying to find his baby sister. During this search, he had managed to accumulate a good amount of debt. So, when his Marine buddies, Jack and Jordan, got a hold of him and told him that they had Lizzie, he knew he had to face the music, so to speak. Especially if he planned to move here permanently.This is where I come in: Vie Tremaine! Accountant extraordinaire! Savior of peoples' checkbooks! More often than not, I am either despised or loved unconditionally.However, all that didn't matter. Bills were not the reason Trev had stormed out of the living room. The only clue to his behavior was he had just been reading a book about BDSM of all things."Something wrong?" I cal
My heart raced as something in his voice stopped me in my tracks. It was the sound of disappointment that Masters usually had with their subs when they were in trouble. If I didn't know any better, I would think he was upset because I was leaving. "Oh, I thought we were finished," I said, happy that my voice did not shake.Trev stepped closer until he was towering over me making me feel small. That was a hard feat when I was 5' 9" and definitely not model thin. But he accomplished that easily with his broad muscular shoulders and a thick waist that just begged a woman to wrap her legs around it.God, knock it off, idiot! I scolded myself. Trev is not interested in you he is probably just wondering what needed to be done now with his finances."You're good to continue job hunting this week," I said more confidently.He turned around and ran a hand through his hair, obviously frustrated."I'm not having any luck with that, Vie. There's just no work for an ex-sniper that has been searchi
I pulled up in front of Bethany's gym that she had bought not too long ago. She had gotten a weird inheritance from a distant relative that she never knew she had. This was one of those completely unusual times when it really was an eccentric old Uncle no one had known about. She was smart, the first thing she had done was invested half of it. Then she turned around and bought this gym, where she teaches self-defense and some other horrible, hard exercise classes.I sighed as I walked through the door and saw the other woman with their cute little workout outfits and skinny as a freaking rail. I always felt out of my element whenever I walked into the gym. Today was no different, I found myself pulling on my sensible slacks and buttoned-up shirt. I looked at them with obvious envy as I strode to the front desk trying hard to blend into the background. I tore my gaze away from them and spotted Bethany, who was sitting in a high back chair that allowed her to look taller than her 5'0".S