Honey
I work in a call center taking orders and providing customer service to the company’s customers. My bosses like me because I’m reliable and punctual. I’m also good at my job and in line for a promotion as a shift-lead. It will mean a little more money each week. My college is taken care of by a grant but I still have to pay for my car payment, insurance, and gas. I also help mom pay the electric and cable bills. She pays the mortgage and buys the groceries. We only have each other to rely on all these years, so we do our best.
My work day flies by quickly. I have a lot to keep my mind busy, but I still keep thinking about Brandt at every pause in my day. I’m almost giddy with anticipation. I have a date with a very sexy, totally gorgeous club owner. I would worry about what my mother might think if I hadn’t witnessed her and Moe in that very same club. No judgement is going to keep me from him. I’ve made up my mind. If he wants me, I’m going to give him a chance to have me.
This isn’t to say that I’m not nervous. He’s older than me and probably gets sex every day if he wants it. Why wouldn’t he want it? He's a guy. Guys seem to have a different outlook on sex than most women. But let's be real, you can't pigeonhole relationships. We have to do us.
I feel a little shaky if I think about what will happen between us for too long. I had never sought out sex before. I haven't been opposed to it but I haven't found anyone that made me comfrotable enough to take something that shouls be preciouis. But think about it, I mean, what better way to lose your virginity than with a guy who hosts sex for a living? I know he said he wanted to “get to know me” and while that may be true, I’m not naive enough to think that he’s not going to want sex. Probably sooner rather than later. An actual relationship where I might call him my boyfriend? Not likely.
I’ve been groped by enough guys and heard enough lines to not take anything any guy says at face value. Too many haven’t said what they meant or meant what they said. I’ve fled those relationships with my virtue intact. I’ve never had my heart broken and I don’t intend to start now.
I’m going into this with my eyes open. I’m not some sex kitten. I’m not drop dead gorgeous. I’m OK, I’m average. I’ve got average features, average hair. My boobs are on the bigger side and my legs are long. I get a lot of compliments on my eyes by both men and women. I’m not under any illusions that I’ll be able to seduce Brandt, or anyone, to do my bidding. I’m not that girl. I’ll make a great partner to someone one day, of that, I am sure. Is it going to be Brandt? I'm not going to get my hopes up. In fact, the only thing I wish for at this moment is that we have some mind-blowing sex. I am sort of counting on it with his experience. I’m not a user, maybe something will come out of this. Open mind, remember? I just need to think about myself and not get too attached.
Getting attached to a hot guy like Brandt would be easy. He's been really sweet with me. I already feel a bit of jealousy at the number of women before me. Is that stupid of me? Yeah, it is, but I can’t deny that I wish I was going to be his first as well. It’s just feelings. I have found that feelings are rarely logical. I’d rather deal in facts. Fact: I’m a virgin – he is not. Get over yourself!
Jealousy is another emotion that is hard to deny. I really don’t want to run into any of his exes while we figure out what we are and where we are going, or well, ever really. I don’t want to see the kind of beautiful women he usually has sex with. I’m very sure that he can take his pick. He’s got that dominant aura that would bring women to him in droves. I’m not under any illusions that I’m not more of the same. Like the flavor of the week. He seeks out experienced women. He might get bored because I know very little. I’ve kissed guys and made out a little. Not feeling super confident that I will be able to hold the attention of a man like Brandt for the long haul.
Almost time to go home. Let’s see if Brandt is a man of his word. Will he call me, and on time? What will it mean if he doesn’t? I try to keep a rein on my emotions. It wouldn’t do to get tangled up before it’s even begun.
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Brandt
Being the owner / manager of a BDSM sex club isn’t the easiest or even the hardest job I’ve ever had. It’s harder than being the bouncer at the rowdiest bar, but easier than riding the bull in a rodeo. I've done both jobs at different points in my life. I scrimped and saved and bought this place from a friend of my dad’s. It will be paid in full in five years, and then I plan to open another in the next town over. My business plan and goals are in place. Once my second location is open, I plan to buy a house in the country, something away from prying eyes. Some place I can retire to and relax in when I go home at night or morning, as the case may be.
In a vague way, I imagined a woman waiting for me in the house. A toddler on her hip and a baby on the way. I never went so far as to imagine what she looked like or how we met. I just always felt that she would be that final piece in my life to make me feel complete. Again, it wasn't something I dwelt on.
When I saw Honey on Wednesday night, when she walked into the club with those long legs and tight-fitting jeans. I noticed her breasts high and pert on her chest. I saw her eyes, which were direct and honest. The image I had in my mind of domesticated life, solidified. I received a glimpse of my dream house with my dream kids and my dream woman waiting there for me. I would never say any of this aloud to anyone except one day, I'll tell Honey. I'll tell her about my fantasy. One day I'll describe it as a hazy glimpse of the future. And then she walked into my life and filled the role of wife and mother.
Of course, our first conversations will not be anything so deep. One day I will tell her about the first moment I saw her, but tonight we are still learning about each other. My anticipation is high. I will allow her to negotiate some, but I also want to establish some rules. My life is suddenly full of excitement. A new, fresh flow of energy ran through my veins. I would be talking to Honey again soon. It was almost time to call her. I was a man of my word and would continue to be. It's what made me a good boss and business owner. Perhaps, it will endear me to Honey to know that I keep my promises. I tell the guys I'm going to take a dinner break and go back to my apartment upstairs. I ignore my throbbing dick. I'm horny as fuck but I want my next orgasm to be all about Honey. I think that it will totally be worth the wait.
Brandt My alarm went off at 8:30 to remind me to call. I hadn’t needed the reminder as Honey kept popping up in my mind all night. During my shift today, I compared her to every girl that came on to me. That happens to me a lot. They see me as a rich club owner and want to be with the guy at the top. Little do they know that it's lonely up here and for good reason. I worked my ass off every day to make sure the bills were paid and salaries were dispensed. I have to make sure that the building is maintained properly, to keep in operation. My insurance was through the roof already, and I didn’t need any lawsuits for major or even minor incidents. I saw one of my ex-subs earlier. She had found a new Dom, but she kept glancing my way. She will get punished if he notices. Some people were more astute than others. I ignored her and went about my day. Not one of these ladies made me want to pause and contemplate. Not now that I've found Honey.My thoughts for Honey went a little, okay, a l
Brandt Anticipation, expectancy, eagerness. I feel all these and more. It feels nice to have something, someone, to look forward to. One more day and I will see Honey again. It's Friday afternoon. I remember that Honey gets off work at two. At 2:01 I got a text notification. Honey: I am in the doctor’s office with Brody. We’ve been here since 12:30, and we are still in the waiting room! Me: Is everything OK? Honey: Yes, it's just his follow-up with the surgeon. My mom had meetings she couldn’t cancel at work today, so I got off early instead. Me: I’m sorry that you had to do that. Please call me when you get home. Honey: Definitely! She sent me a smiley face emoji. That made my heart soar a little. She is very punctual and that might make a person boring, but then she sends a fun emoji. I am looking forward to learning more about her. ------------ Friday nights in a BDSM club are rocking. The Inner Sanctum was full. We had reached capacity at 9 and started sending walk-in cl
Honey "Yes, Sir." I answered over the lump in my throat. My heart felt like it would jump out of my chest. I couldn't figure out if I should be afraid or excited. I was on the edge of both. My day totally didn't go as planned, again. I like things nice and neat, predictable even. I have a schedule and I keep to it. Do surprises happen? Sure. And I try to roll with it, but every day since Brody got hurt, has been out of my normal range. I'm getting a little beside myself. I felt restless and I wondered how much of the feeling could be contributed to not Brody needing extra care or finding out my mom is submissive, but because of Brandt? I wanted to find out. I didn't get a chance to speak with Brandt like we had planned. I knew where I could find him, so I went to the club. I don't have any clothes that you could call sexy, really. I just have a few pretty dresses so I chose my favorite one. I wasn't interested in getting any attenti
Brandt Honey was so worked up. I don't think she even recognized that she was dry humping the sofa. I was hard as a rock knowing I was the first to make her lose control like that. I would never, could never let her go. No one else could see her like this. Not to mention, my hunger for her was unlike anything I had ever felt before and it took all my control to make this about her. Not when, what I really wanted to do, was take my cock out, straddle her legs and jerk it until I covered her lips, eyes and cheeks with jizz. I'd mark her as mine, then I'd make her lick me clean. I took a deep cleansing breath and tried to focus before I lost my control. I couldn't believe that was even a possibility. I never lose control and we haven't even take off a stitch of clothing. Instead, I said, "Good girl. Now spread your legs wide for me." I saw her inner struggle. She wanted to be a good girl, as in the good girl that doesn't spread her legs so soon
Brandt Everything was going so well with Honey until Quinn called out to me. I was right, my ex-sub was going to be a fucking problem. I felt Honey stiffen before I pushed her slightly behind me until I understood the sub's intent. I noticed Daniel was also on alert. Sub's were submissive and for her to come at me like this, it was unusual. "Yes, slave?" I answered with a dominating sneer in my voice. She was no longer my submissive and had become the slave of another Dom. She shouldn't be talking to another master at all. The rules of a slave were slightly different than those of a submissive. With a slave, almost anything goes and they were often used more like possessions. It can be a rougher lifestyle. I wasn't into doing things a woman might not like or may even regret later. I enjoyed dispensing pleasure way more than just giving pain. "Sir," she said with her head down, knowing better than to look me in the e
Honey I had trouble going to sleep Friday night. I tossed and turned, wondering what the "incident" was that had Brandt leaving me with his second in command. Daniel was lovely, of course, but he would never tell me the truth. Not if Brandt told him to lie or evade. Brandt was the boss. What he says goes. I imagine I will know how that feels soon, but for a very different reason. I wonder if it is against the rules to be jealous? I realized that was what was keeping me up. Not the fact that he left me with Daniel, but that he left with that girl. I had a bad feeling about it. He followed her into a room where the people inside were all in various states of undress and doing God knows what. Ha, who am I kidding? I want to know, and much, much more. I have to admit to myself that I do feel jealous though. I was green with it and I didn't really like the feeling. I wonder if those two had a relationship at one time? The way she was looking at him.....it bothered me more than I would ha
HoneyI picked my nicest pair of jeans and a blouse with a scoop neck. I didn't own any provocative clothes and probably wouldn't have worn them anyway. Tonight was just a date to lock some things down about our relationship. I wasn't going to sleep with Brandt even if it was all I could think about. My libido had woken up. I never really had one until I met him and I knew that doing literally anything with him was going to be exciting.I was a little nervous as I waited for him to arrive. I had some school work I could do but I knew I wouldn't be able to concentrate. My mom was staying in tonight with Brody, who was in his room playing video games. Moe was coming by and I really hoped I was gone before he got here. Just thinking of his name brought to mind how I found him, them, in that club, naked with his cock in my mother's mouth. His very large, hard, glistening dick. It was messing with me.My mother and I had not really had much of a chance to talk about how I found them that n
Honey Brandt had a really nice sports car, sleek on the outside and leather on the inside. The new car smell made me take a deep breath and settle into the bucket seat. He had a manual transmission, which meant he must have ordered the car since it was a newer model and they are all automatic these days. I thought he would drive fast because of the type of car he drove, but he drove at the speed limit. He was very controlled and I wasn't sure I liked that. I wanted to see Brandt out of control. What could I do to shake it? Then I wondered, where that thought come from. I wasn't one to covet the bad boy, at least I wasn't until I met him. Now, I wanted Brandt for myself. I felt very possessive and I tried to examine why. We hadn't known each other long. What if he was a really bad guy? But no, I don't think my instincts would fail me that much. He may own and run a club that caters to certain kinks, but I can tell he's honorable. Which reminds me. I always felt that Moe was an honorab