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.
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Friday nights in a BDSM club are rocking. The Inner Sanctum was full. We had reached capacity at 9 and started sending walk-in clients away. Or they could wait in the line that was quickly getting long and bending around the corner of the building. Our members that rented private VIP rooms by the the week or month had to show an ID card to get in and had a separate entrance. Security had alerted me that one of our regulars was trying to come in, but their ID had been revoked. I hurried to the lobby to head off the tantrum I knew was coming.
Marion K. had brought an entourage as usual. She only came in about once or twice a month but kept a VIP room on standby so she could be “spontaneous”. However, her credit card didn’t go through at the beginning of the month. Accounting had called and left a message but Marion never addressed the issue.
I tried to use my friendliest voice. “Marion, may I escort you to my office for a moment so we can talk?” I didn’t want to embarrass her in front of everyone.
“Darling Brandt! I just want to go to my room and have some fun. What seems to be the problem?” I knew she was going to make this difficult. She had plenty of money, but I had come to expect that the rich often liked to see how much they could get away with. However, I was never one to kiss ass, no matter the pocket-size.
“Marion, we contacted you at the beginning of the month. We have an issue with the monthly dues not being paid. I’ll need your credit card if you want to go in.” Blunt and to the point. That’s me.
“Darling, why didn’t you just say so?” She digs through her bag and pulls out a thick wallet. She hands me a card and I give it to my right-hand guy on the weekends. Daniel took it and walked over to the discreet computer system in the corner. Dealing with money should be a private issue, especially because my fees were no joke.
I watched Daniel process the payment. He shook his head while walking back over to us.
“I’m afraid that card didn’t work, Marion.” I told her. This is a game we play on a fairly regular basis. “Remember last time you used the Amex?”
Dan handed the card back and she eyed me. “Oh, Brandt, you know I’m good for it.”
“Marion, I have other folks that want that room if you don’t.” I know this will get her to fork over the money.
She hands over a different card and Dan brings back the receipt several minutes later. “Your signature ma’am”, he intones. She signs and her people take the card and receipt.
This little drama might actually be funny if it didn’t happen so often. Marion rubs her hand down my arm and tries to reach around to my crotch. I held back my revulsion.
“Now, Marion, we don’t allow unsolicited groping. You know the rules.” She’s a little creepy and I really don’t want her hands on me. Especially now that I've met someone far more interesting.
She titters and her group moves off finally. No one was surprised at her antics.
“Boss, someone is here to see you.” I heard in my earpiece. I rarely get a break on weekends.
“Send them into the lobby.” I answered, thinking it was another problem child.
I’m blown away when a stunning brunette saunters in. Her hair was straightened and brushed to a sheen. Her striking blue eyes are accented with dark liner and mascara. Her lips are shinning with a dark mauve lip color. Her black dress has spaghetti straps and reaches to just above her knees, hugging her beautiful curves in between. Her breasts are covered nicely with just a hint of cleavage peaking out. I watched her eyes light up when she saw me waiting.
“Hello, Brandt.” Her voice was as sweet as her name.
“Hello, Honey.” My voice had gotten deep and dark.
“I hope I’m not disturbing you. I felt bad that I couldn’t call you back before your shift, so I thought I would stop by instead.” Oh man, I need to put my hands on her. I reached for her and placed my arm around her waist. I leaned down and kissed her cheek. I want to do more, so much more, but there are too many eyes in this place.
“I’m happy to see you and very surprised. Could you give me a moment to tell my people I’m going to take a break?” I watched her mesmerizing eyes. I saw her smile and nod.
I grabbed Daniel and told him not to contact me unless it was an emergency. I don’t want to be interrupted. I led Honey down the hallway to a door that needed a card and entry code. Behind that door is a set of stairs and I led her up, holding her hand.
“I have an apartment upstairs. It makes it convenient on the days when I’m here late.” I explained as we went up one flight of stairs to my floor. I didn’t release her hand as I unlocked the door and led Honey inside. I never bring women here. It’s one of my rules. Honey isn’t just some woman, she is going to be my woman. I'm definetly ready to make an exception to the rule.
I got a chance earlier today to speak to my mentor. I had an inkling when I was a teenager that I liked sex a little darker, a little rougher than the next guy. I didn't know what to do with that information about myself, but I remained curious. That is until I found an online forum. Like Honey, I like to research. My research led me to others that weren't really vanilla-sex kind of people. I could have watched porn but I wasn't interested in the acts of others as much as I wanted control of my own. I even found a BDSM school where I learned to be a DOM. I didn't get into certain aspects like rope tying, although I do like a good swing. I learned how to respect a sub and how to train a sub. I learned how to discipline myself and others. Building up anticipation is key.
My mentor reminded me that I have the control. She doesn't need to know the range of emotions I'm feeling until she understands the dominance in me. I need to keep the two things separate or she will be hard to train. And I will train her. School starts now.
Honey just dropping by is giving me a chance to show her a preview of what I need in our relationship. Her beauty had many eyes on her tonight. I want to show her what it means to have my attention.
As we enter my apartment, I push her against the door as I shut it. I hold her in place with my hips as I reach for her throat. I give it a squeeze.
I captured her gaze with mine for full effect. "Your first thing to learn about me is that I don't share. All those men downstairs were staring at what is mine. I will be in charge of your wardrobe from now on. You will take a picture of what you wear to school and work before you put it on. Do not disobey me in this or there will be punishment."
Her eyes were blown wide, and her breathing was shallow. A shudder went through her. I wondered how frightened she was and waited for a response. Then I noticed her nipples were tiny little points against the fabric of her blouse.
"Yes, sir." She whispered. My dick got hard real quick. Oh my god, was she a natural submissive? This was going to be so much fun.
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
Brandt When I walked to the kitchen with Honey to say goodbye to her mother, Moe was sitting on a stool. Her mother was cooking something that smelled quite delicious on the stove. I was taken aback when Moe immediately hopped off the stool and asked to speak with me privately. He was a big guy. Dressed like a biker, all leather and chains. A short dark beard covered his chin and his hair was kind of shaggy. I knew he must want to talk about the other night. What I knew about Moe was on a surface level only, one Dom to another. We had mutual respect but had never hung out. He was a good client and I treated him as such. I just hadn't remembered his name, if I ever knew it. We kind of did that male head bob thing when we saw each other. And I don't study other Dom's women. It was also out of respect, so I honestly hadn't known them when Honey asked the other night. Once outside, Moe looked down at his black leather boots before he began. "Honey, is she your woman now?" He asked. I had
Brandt Honey totally shocked me last night. From her reaction to Moe's concerns, then eye-fucking my kitchen, to her spot on negotiations for our future relationship. Did I have a preconceived notion that a 19-year-old girl would be immature? Perhaps. I know I didn't expect her to be so sophisticated, open and willing to explain her wants and needs. Honey is perfect. She is everything I have never known I wanted. I held her hand as I drove her home last night, then I walked her to her door. She kissed me, just a peck on the lips before she disappeared inside. She invited me over for dinner tonight, so I'm going to take a few hours off to visit her and her family. She said she would cook. I'm excited to see what she will make, and if it's any good. I am also curious about the dynamic between her and her mother. I haven't been this eager to be with a woman in a long time, if ever. When she asked me to take her to the doctor for birth control, I was floored. I think I covered it well