The sound of a shower running wakes me up, forcing my eyes open when I feel an empty bed. I rise from the bed and I look around the room because this isn't the one I had slept in the nights before. No, this was clearly a master's suit with a king bed dishevelled and evident that there were bodies in here other than mine during the night. Yesterday's events come back to me in a moment of silence. From dinner to my agreement to try being with Angel and Celeste. The room, Celeste, Master, it all comes back to me.My attention to my nude state and thoughts is taken when Angel walks out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist. He meets my stare when he opens the bathroom door and finds me sitting still "Good morning mi Sirena." I smile at his name for me. I still wonder why he calls me his siren. Such a mythical creature, known for bringing men to their deaths by their seduction, the question is, why does he call me that? "Good morning..." And just like that, I wonder, am I allowed t
My thoughts keep me busy as Harold drives me to work. I think of my shift tonight and how I would talk to Black. Vee will do her last shows, plus I know Sophie, one of the girls who has been part of the club for a few years, will be fit to take my place. I can't believe that I am going to be quiet. It feels like days ago when I walked into that club, young as I was knowing that I would find myself in the darkest of places and, I did, but for my Mama, I did it all and more. Fighting the memories of my years, I'd rather not think of, I continue my day, happier than I have been in months, and years. Could I be finding a place in what I have with Angel and Celeste? I mean I understand the unusual relationship we established but I find it comforting and self-building. For myself, not just sexually but mentally and emotionally in the short time I have been around him. I go visit Mama, but when I get there, she is fast asleep. According to Jemma, she had been asleep the entire day, and her
I feel the bed dip making me move closer to Celeste, leaving me in the centre of the bed. That's when I feel a gentle touch by rough hands glides along my arms. Master, I know his hands when they touch me. They leave chills no other person has ever given me in their touch. My eyes were still closed in sleep while my arms were still around Celeste's waist as I lay on her chest. His hands brush my skin, lining patterns on my hip, making me shift from the feeling. That's when I feel the contact between me and his semi-hard-on my ass. Master lets his hand caress me with serine motions to brush my exposed collar. I shift towards the contact when I find myself rubbing against Celeste's breast while exposing my skin to his touch.He continues his tease, making me hold Celeste as I run my head up and down her chest from the movements of my body. Her hand brushes my hair as she feels the friction between us. His hands are soft and purposeful in his care of me. My nipple slip between his finge
I move in my position, feeling cold behind me, making me move closer to the warm body in front of me. Strong arms hold me in as I move in closer. My sleep refuses to come back, so I open my eyes slightly. My view is of the man who blurs my mind and body in pleasure and safety, all at the same time. The lack of arms around my waist behind me tells me that Celeste is not here, and judging by the time, I'm guessing she is making breakfast.I bring my attention back to Angel. His eyes closed like a shield keeping all that he holds dear in or all he fears out. A heavy morning, shadow growing. With slow, gentle breaths, he rests with no line of worry, no gaze of control, no shake of need, and not an aura of dominance. No, here he is...at peace.He is soft and gentle. I don't think I have ever seen him look so calm and at peace. Unable to resist, I bring my finger up to his face, tracing the frame of his face ever so gently so that I don't wake him. His hair curled in a reckless state, falli
I am busy adding a few books to the shelf when Tori comes to me and wastes no time expressing her curiosity, "What are you up to girly?" Looking at her confused, I stop packing and give her all my attention, "What are you talking about?" She scoffs and gestures to my outfit, "I know none of the jobs you got, here or anywhere else, is having you afford five-thousand-dollar shoes and the grey SUV with a driver that drops you off. What are you doing, and should I be worried?"Fuck sake, he bought me five-thousand-dollar shoes. In the whirlwind that came with the last few days, my focus had been on extravagances greater than shoes. Blissful or ignorant?Knowing there is no lying about the expensive facts she has on me, I hold her hand and lead her to the reading table at the corner of the shop, making her sit down. She looked so worried. The last thing I wanted to make her feel, she needed to know the truth. Maybe not all of it, but enough of it, "A few weeks ago, I met a man at the club.
We step out of the room when I see him in his seat. The single lamp in the room makes the figure of our Master sit in attention. His jacket off, he has his shirt unbuttoned, leaving nothing underneath it. He sits in the chair, watching us as we stood still next to each other, bare as day for him. "Both of you, come here." His tone was clear that we were in the presence of our Master.We step forward until we are at a reasonable distance between us and his sitting self. With no warning, Celeste grips my hand when she falls to her knees with a loud moan. I shake as he looks at us both, wondering when he would push the button on his phone that controls mine too "Don't be scared, not yet, at least." He looks at me, and when he finds the anticipation he was looking for, I feel my entire self vibrate, my knees giving out as I fall beside Celeste "Fuck." I exclaim in reaction to the power that played with me. He sits there watching us in a fit of unmanageable pleasure brought on by his d
The sound of ringing wakes me from the deep sleep I had been taken. Woken up, I realize that it is my phone on the stand, so I make a soft exit of my body from the bed. Fighting the stinging of my ass, I carefully climb over Celeste. When I can grab it before its next vibration, I answer the call in a hushed tone, "Tori?" I speak, looking behind me to see my lovers in their state of slumber. The chill of the thin cover over my body made me hold my body."Hey Evita, sorry to be calling so early, but I wanted to let you know we will be closed for a few days. Three at most, so don't worry." I am shocked because Tori never closes the shop. It's then I notice how down she sounds. The lost joy in her voice, "Okay, is everything okay?" I asked, worried about what could have led her to this, "I just have some family drama I need to sort out. Consider this an extended weekend." She is lying or, at most, sugarcoating. I can hear it in her voice, but it is her words and her life, so I give what
After taking a shower and dressing in a soft dress, I checked on Celeste, who was still asleep when I was done. With nothing else to do I decide to journey through the penthouse. I had never done so before. There are not many rooms, three held grand beds and sleek decor. Deep greys tone and soft fragrances. In one of the halls, a large mahogany door, but it had a keypad similar to the one in the playroom. Was this his office? Sitting on the question, I continue my tour through the gym and the entertaining space fit with a bar. I wonder if we are going to do entertaining, and if so, is there a company similar to them? My list of questions is faulted when I see something tucked far under the staircase. A beautiful, black grand piano, it looks like it has been hidden here for some time with it being closed and hidden in such a dark place. My fascination takes a life of its own when I bring my hand to its dusty surface. Running my fingers across it until a starling black gloss shines t