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  I moaned causing his eyes to pop open. He smiled a sinister smile when he saw how I was sprawled out in my chair.

  “I think you got the idea,” he said and bit his lip. I’m sure to keep from laughing at me as I sat adjusting my clothes in some sort of presentable fashion. “Any more questions?” he asked.

  “You only want this? No vanilla?”

  “Yes, Mrs. Black. Don’t you? In BDSM, you’re free to be yourself sexually. Which is, I need a woman to be submissive. I love to dominate. It makes me feel like a true protector and nurturer. The way a man should be.” Sir never shifted his eyes from mine. It was his Dom glare. Cold. Hard. Sexy as all get-up. I cracked, picked up the glass of water, and took a sip of it causing us to break eye contact.

  “Can you not be all that in a vanilla relationship?”

  He tilted his head and pouted his bottom lip, pondering the question. “I suppose so,” he suddenly said. “But humans are all shapes and sizes. We’re not one size fits all. So why should our sex life be.” He arched an eyebrow. “Have you ever thought of walking on the wild side, Mrs. Black? I will gladly be your guide.”

  My panties instantly damped from the juices he caused to drain from my body. “I don’t think so. A spanking is not my thing.”

  “What is your thing?”

  “Not a beating that’s for sure.” I shifted in my chair and frowned.

  “Ninety percent of BDSM is all about sharing a sexual experience. Yes, there are those who choose to live the Master-slave lifestyle. To each their own, however, there are couples out there that live that way only it’s forced not consensual. So who are really the freaks?”

  “You are against abuse or you not?”

  “Abuse is a hard subject for me. Someone I care about was brutally attacked. I would never want what I enjoy ever classified in the same category as that. What I thrive on is the give and take of each other’s trust. It’s not all riding crops or leather floggers. Good God, would you ask someone that wants to try lifting weights to lift a large amount on day one? You build up to that. It’s all trial and error. And the error can be fun too. Most importantly, it’s always consensual. I don’t think most vanilla sexual relationships have the same level of communication, trust, or honesty that a BDSM relationship has. Why? Because BDSM relies on it. It’s a given.”

  My mind went blank and luckily a waiter approached us. It was easy to tell, he was regarded as a celebrity within the walls of the Pier. He explain that the Dungeon host mixers there weekly, and a few other gatherings from time to time. Charlie, his brother, actually owned a few shares in the company.

  “Will you take a walk with me?” He stood and held out his hand. I’d hardly touched the food, but a walk along the waterfront with him was more appealing. I nodded and placed my hand in his.

  Chapter 3

  Sir

  I led her out to the edge of the Tennessee River. They had built a long pier that spanned the entire edge of the property. My stomach was still grumbling from all the food I left on the table. However, the way she was working that tongue around her fork at dinner, and the submissive way she was cutting her eyes up at me, the safe bet to do was leave. All I could imagine doing was tying her to the cross at the dungeon and showing her how amazing my lifestyle was. Showing was always better than telling anyway.

  “How did you learn you were a Master?” She asked and slipped her hand in mine. It felt right. I had never been one for the romantic gesture. But as a Dom, I learned to give the sub what she needed. Cherry needed that.

  “It’s not something you learn. It’s something you are. You would be an amazing sub.”

  "Am I that weak?"

  "A woman that can totally submit to another is the strongest woman there is." I turned bringing my face within a breath of hers and pushed her hair off her face. “Cherry, as a sub you would have all the say. It takes untold amount of strength to give it freely to her master without question.”

  "How is that?"

  "Because before you can give yourself fully to someone you have to know your worth. You’re very strong. You just don’t realize it. Who hurt you?"

  She halted, jerking my arm with the force of her hand. “Why would you ask that?”

  “I’m very good at judging people. I can tell someone has stolen the part of you that makes you see how precious and beautiful you really are.”

  She sat down on a nearby bench and looked out over the waves the wind was kicking up. “I recently discovered the husband I’ve been married to since I was twenty had been screwing everything with two legs and willing. Including my so called best friend for the last eight years.”

  She held her head down in obvious shame. It infuriated me. I, myself, would never marry, but if I did I’d never betray that trust. She needed to learn trust. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I glanced at it and saw the thorn to my existence, my uncle’s name flash on the screen. I turned toward Cherry and held up a finger. “I have to take this.”

  I got up and walked a safe distance from Cherry before spitting “Hello,” into the cellphone.

  “E, my boy,” Uncle Ronnie said. Just the sound of his weak voice caused my skin to crawl. “Have you found her? My patience is running thin.”

  “Listen, I’m in a business meeting. Can I call you later? I know she’s here in Knoxville. Please let me take care of her. I’ll do it. Just give me time.”

  “If you took care of her to begin with, you wouldn’t need time,” he crooned before hanging up the phone.

  I sat on the edge of the shore and looked out over the horizon. The moon was full that night and seemed as gloomy as my days. I was not in Knoxville for pleasure, but business. I was there to keep the only girl to pull at my heart safe. I felt a hand on my shoulder and a body slip down beside me.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Not really.” I tried composing my dominated persona. It didn’t quite work. Cherry made it easy to let my guard down and truly be myself. “I’m not in Knoxville for work or because I even want to be. I’m here to protect the one girl I saw hurt. The girl I told you was attacked.”

  “Is she important to you?” She started trailing her hand up and down my back. Fuck, it felt good.

  “Yeah, she is. But just because someone is important to you doesn’t mean you’re important to them.” I felt myself leaning into her. Shit, get it together Ethan. “Tomorrow night, the Dungeon will be empty. Can I show you around?”

  “Yeah. I need to get home anyway. I have a Chamber Coffee to cover at seven in the morning.”

  “I don’t want you to go.” I did something I’ve never done before. I don’t know if it was because Cherry provoked a long lost emotion in me or for the fact the next few months were destined to be the hardest of my life, but I needed comforting. So I laid my head over on hers.

  “I really need too.” She took my hand in hers. “Will you show me what it’s like to be your sub tomorrow night, Master?”

  The sound of Master rolling off her lips was enough to cause my cock to rise to a full erection. I could never give her what she really needed, a man that she could lean upon, but I’d give her a night she’ll never forget. “Meet me at eight in front of the Dungeon. Plan to stay awhile.”

  She got up and swept the dirt from her pants. After she kissed me on the top of the head, she walked away without a word. I set there long after she left pondering my future. Something told me that my life was about to change forever.

  I took out my phone and text Charlie.

  I want a full background check

  On Mrs. Cherry Black

  I want to know everything

  From social security number

  To bra size.

  Thanks

  Chapter 4

  Cherry Black

  I sat in the middle of my living room stroking a large white box topped with an over-the-top red bow. I was completely giddy at the thought that my ex-husband was leaving after picking up the kids when Sir’s security guard dropped it off. I was
a little timid about opening it though. I picked up the card taped to the top and read it.

  Mrs. Black, the last two nights have been medicine to my all-to-damaged soul. Tonight, I don’t plan on talking, but showing. Come ready for a night, I hope you never forget. Until then, E

  My heart sunk to my groin. He didn’t sign it Sir, but E. It was not his name, but it was one step closer to breaking through to the prize that was Master. I carefully opened it, not to mess up the perfectly placed bow. Inside was a red halter dress. I picked it up to inspect the fine bead work on the bodice when I discovered a black, lace, see-through bra and matching panties. I examined them shocked they were the correct size for my large frame. Tucked into a pair of eight-inch heels was another note.

  You would be simply magnificent in a cotton tee-shirt and yoga pants. I want you to feel as beautiful as you are. Please wear them tonight. At least for a little while. E

  I took out the heels and tried them on. I wobbled and felt like a newborn calf. I was far from graceful and beautiful, but Sir went a long way of showing me differently.

  I called Amy to inform her I would have my interview written and on her desk in less than two days. But the truth was I wanted someone to know I was meeting him at the Dungeon that night. Safety was the first rule I was taught in journalism. She shrilled and she didn’t even know what I was truly planning on doing with him.

  I spent the rest of the day writing and the dreaded editing of my article. Just listening to Sir’s smooth, lyrical voice on my recorder cause lust to pool dark and dangerous in the little black panties Sir sent me.

  I had to quell the ever going tension in me. So I spent the remainder of the day, showering, shaving twice, washing my hair, and then spent a good hour drying and styling my hair so that it fell in thick, soft curls down my back. Thanks to James insisting that I stayed perfectly put together the last twenty years, I was a pro at make-up. That night, I never wanted to appear more polished. I think I hit the mark too, even I could see I was hot.

  I took the ex-husband’s corvette that I made sure to ask for in the divorce. It was the first time I had ever driven it, but something about high heels and a sports car gets the juices flowing. I even caught myself rubbing my thighs together on the ride over to meet Sir. As soon as I shifted into park at the Dungeon, the cellphone vibrated in my cup holder.

  Go through the front door

  It will lock behind you

  Take the stairs to the right

  At the top of them turn left

  I held my phone in my hands making sure I followed each direction correctly. Sir was right. Anticipation was the biggest aphrodisiac. Lust bubbled through my veins. I could no longer deny it, I was wet and totally aroused. I’d never felt so turned on even when James was actively fucking me. I got to the top of the stairs, turned left, and almost slammed into a door.

  “Come in,” I heard Sir say from a distance.

  I cautiously opened the door and stepped into what appeared to be a padded room. I jumped and dropped the cellphone at the sound of the lock snapping closed. It was dark, but well over a hundred candles glowed within the gloomy walls. I never saw Sir, just suddenly felt his solid body at my back and his breath swish down my neck. My heart raced in my chest until he slithered his arms around my waist. His lips worked over the contour of my ear causing a shiver to prickle down my spine. I gasped. He stepped back and started to unzip my dress.

  “Think of a word you won’t forget,” he said and slid the dress off my shoulder, letting it pool on the ground. However, the soft sound of his voice lured me in until I never noticed I stood exposed in only the underwear he had delivered earlier to my home.

  “Why?” I started to turn around, but he gripped my shoulders stopping me. I couldn’t even turn my head. I wanted to do nothing that Sir might consider defiant.

  “Because you need a safe word if you want me to stop.”

  “Does your subs often use one?” My eyelids fluttered before I closed them.

  “I’ve never had a sub use one before. As an experienced Dom I thrive on reading my sub’s body. A true Dom will stop long before a safe word is needed, but I need you to know you have the power to stop everything.”

  “Red,” slipped out of my lips as he gathered my hands together. The rope that he used to bind them was soft and felt of silk.

  Everything went dark as he pressed a scrape of red material over my eyes. Incased in complete darkness, I was aware of nothing but his touch. He was gentle. Almost too gentle as if he was frightened he would chase me away. Then he was gone. I twirled around and around trying to find him. He was nowhere to be found. The wait was crippling. I started to hyperventilate then suddenly the room was filled with the sounds of Nine Inch Nail’s Closer. My heart beat in rhythm with that awful song. However, a single tear fell down my cheek. Something told me Sir could have written the words to that very song. He was possibly more depraved than I even dreamed. No matter what the state of his mind was, my body craved his return.

  I didn’t sense him anywhere around me until I felt his hands skim the band on my panties. His touch was like an electric current through me. I tasted the juice of a cherry as he ran it across my lips.

  “I’ve always loved the taste of cherries, and tonight, I get to taste the most delectable cherry of them all.”

  I no longer felt the cherry upon my lips, but I soon tasted it as Sir kissed me and swished the cherry from his mouth to mine. I took three steps back at the intrusion, and bumped into something soft. He shoved me back. I realized it was a bed. My back was lying against my hands and the downy softest of a mattress when I first felt his lips smooth over the plains of my stomach. He untied my hands only to retie them almost instantly to what I assumed was the bedpost. He kissed me hard and furiously, and I was almost positive I would still be able to feel his stubbled jaw rough and heavy against my face the next day. His broad chest rose and fell as he nudged his hand over the wet spot on my panties.

  “Damn, you’re too much, Mrs. Black. Already wet and I’ve just gotten started,” he whispered as he worked the pad of one finger under the panties and over my clit. I opened my mouth to speak, but a moan escaped instead.

  He brought his hand to my face and caressed my cheek. “Taste yourself. See what exquisiteness I get to savor tonight.” He placed his finger on my lip. I drew his index finger into my mouth and wrapped my mouth tightly around it, sucking hard. Sir breathed out forcibly. He gently tugged my hair, angling my head, and giving himself easy access to my neck. He nestled his mouth against the vein pulsing in apprehension.

  “What’s your safe word?” Sir whispered against my skin as he worked down to take a nip at the budding nipple on my left breast.

  “Red,” I groaned out between moans as he cut the bra away from my body. I, then, felt long suede fronds covered with small beads glide over my sensitive breast. Fear enveloped me. I was not ready for the pain part of his games.

  I heard the gadget fall to the bed beside my head. “These do look stunning on, but you’re not going to need them anytime soon.” He swept the panties down my legs as if they were an unwanted guest. I wanted to smile, but simply couldn’t make my lips cooperate. I was deafened by the erratic beating of my own heart as the blood pounded against my eardrums. His long fingers stroked down the entire length of my leg before tying my feet to what I suspected was the foot post. I was laid out spread eagle on a bed and never felt more assured of myself. I could picture Sir standing over me smiling. The thought made me only wetter. I sighed.

  All of the sudden, I felt something unbelievably soft brush against and being languidly dragged down between my legs. It was a feather. Sir was rubbing a feather deliberately slow over my stomach and around my aroused nipples. I tried to anticipate where he was going next, but between the music blaring in my ears and the beating of my heart . . . my mind couldn’t concentrate. Sir pulled the feather along the line of my groin. He yanked a strain of my pubic hair.