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
Honey I led Brandt inside to the kitchen. I was feeling a little shy all of a sudden. He sat on the same stool as Moe had the other day while I finished setting the table in the attached dining room. I put plates on the counter in front of Brandt and started plating our food. "Where is everyone?" He asked. The house was quiet and I only had two plates out. "Moe took Mom and Brody out today. I told them I would have dinner ready when they got back since they got a late start. I'm sure they will be along soon. I want us to eat while it's hot and fresh." I smiled at him as I walked to the table with our plates. I wished that we were alone at his place. "I don't mind waiting for them." He told me. As I walked past him again, he took my hand and tugged me towards him until I almost fell into his lap. I felt his arms go around me and his hands settled on my butt-cheeks. "Honey, were you planning to wear this outfit in front of Moe?" I could sense his displeasure now and realized he had
Brandt As we walked into the living room, Moe muted the TV. Roberta must have spoken with him about the conversation we were about to have. It makes sense that she would have him here and speak to him first. Even if they had a D/s contract, she still has a life outside of that, that she has to live. Usually, personal life is not addressed in such matters unless it directly affects what happens behind closed doors, as they say. In this case, it doesn't, but she allows Moe into her home and life on a regular basis, as if she perceives him as a boyfriend. That is not unsual either and, in most cases, perfectly normal. For many, the intimate act of having sex or sexual relations begets relationships. For others, they are able to keep personal feelings out of the equation altogether. I found myself to be such a person, until I met Honey less than a week ago. I thrived on the control of a submissive, with no serious emotions. Now I can't wait to include my feelings in a relationship. We ge