"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
Dragging myself out of bed the next morning seemed like a monumental task that should have been celebrated once I succeeded. After a hot, restless night, I felt drained and even more exhausted than when I had laid down. Every time I would close my eyes, I would find myself haunted by a set of blue eyes that wouldn't leave me alone. Whenever I would begin to relax, I could feel his lips on mine and the desire would blossom once again making it impossible to sleep.I grabbed a cup of coffee and turned my thoughts to my employment situation. That is when the reality of what I had done hit me. I had actually quit my boring, but reliable job and began working for Bethany. I hadn't given my two-week notice as a normal person would have. No, I had just called my boss and told him that I would no longer be coming in. Although by the end of the conversation, I did not feel as bad. My boss barely knew who I was and had to actually ask me what department I worked in. I sighed into my cup, trying
The warm bubbling waters of the Jacuzzi soothed my aching arms and legs. I hadn't realized how much of a workout just spinning around a freaking pole was going to be. I laid my head against the back of the tub and allowed the jets to do their glorious work. Even though I had been pole-dancing for a few days now, the sore muscles and aches hadn't relaxed yet."That was awesome!" Bethany cheered as she bounced into the room."I hate you, Satan," I told her weakly."I know. But you had fun, didn't you?" she asked as she slid in next to me.I grunted but didn't say anything. There was no way in hell I was going to tell her that I had loved it. The dancing and the spinning and… everything. When I was dancing, I felt sexy, seductive, and oh so naughty. It was a combination of everything I wasn't in everyday life. When that music was blaring, I could finally tune out my mother's stern voice that would tell me to be a good girl not a whore like the woman my father left us for.Speaking of whic
The weeks flew by as I struggled to keep myself busy and my mind off the fact that Trev hadn't called me.Every morning I would get up and come to the gym to do nothing now. Once I had gotten Bethany's books straightened out, it took a minimal amount of paperwork to keep them up.The only highlights of my days now were when Bethany would give me the pole dancing lessons. She said I was getting the hang of it and was surprised when she saw how I was taking to the pole. Today's lesson ended with her mouth hung open and her calling me "HOT". I was proud of my ability, even though I was pretty sure if I had breathed one word of it to my mother, she would call me a slut and probably never speak to me again. Might be worth it though."Earth to Vie… Again!"I looked up to find Bethany leaning on the desk. A flush rose on my cheeks, I had been so deep in thought that I hadn't heard her come in. She was in one of her workout outfits that never failed to make me feel jealous of her figure. Her l