All Chapters of Club Voyeur Series (4 Books in 1): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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

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 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

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

Honey"Thank you, Master." I said to Brandt almost breathlessly. Oh my god. I just thanked him for pleasuring me. "Yes, yes, such a good girl, thanking me for your orgasm." He had watched me the whole time, just like he said he would. "I want to try one of your soft limits now, Honey." Brandt said softly. I eyed him in confusion, but he continued. "You spread your legs for me, so fucking good, you little fucking slut." He pulled several fingers through my wetness and shoved them into my mouth. "Taste yourself. Lick my fingers," I stuck out my tongue hesitantly. "Now suck them." He commanded me, but he wasn't done. "I can't wait to have your aching pussy riding my cock, while I turn you into my cum dumpster." He watched my face carefully. Why was that so fucking hot? Why did I enjoy being degraded? We had talked about it but I wasn't sure I would like it. We both knew I wasn't any of those things but I liked it. I wanted more, as always with him. I writhed and whimpered, and watche