Between The Lines

by Drew Sera

  “Send this to the P.A. so she won’t worry. Give her my number as well.”

  I sent the text to Samantha and looked back up at him.

  “You’re taking me to your place?”

  “Of course, princess. Remember, I want to hear you scream. I don’t need hotel security at the door with my cock buried in your ass.”

  “Oh, yeah. Good idea.”

  Samantha: Eek! Does that mean you’re getting that handsome man’s dick in your ass?

  My cheeks warmed with embarrassment at her text, and I turned the phone around for J.P. to see. He smiled, and we headed to his place. As we pulled into his driveway, I decided to tease him a bit about the stereotypes surrounding sadists.

  “This is not at all what I expected. It’s not built of stone with gargoyles perched at the driveway. I don’t see any fire sconces either.”

  J.P. showed me around his house; everything was very clean and organized, which didn’t surprise me at all.

  Eventually, we ended up in the bedroom, and I was surprised that I wasn’t nervous at all. If something was going to happen, then it would happen. I wasn’t going to force it. But I wanted it.

  J.P. and I settled on his bed and began watching a movie. He was so easy to snuggle up to and it felt incredible to have his muscular arms wrapped around me. J.P. was stroking my breast with back of his knuckles and every now and then he gave my nipples a pinch.

  And that pinch would go right to my clit and make it throb.

  “Mmm,” I moaned. “You’re a terrible tease, J.P. Fielding,” I teased.

  His sexy, deep laugh vibrated through his chest.

  “I’m just warming you up, princess.”

  “I think I’m warm,” I said as I smiled.

  Everything felt so right with him. He made me happy and a part of me really felt that he truly knew me. Especially after all the time we’ve spent together on the phone.

  “If you’re warm, then it’s time for me to warm that ass,” he whispered.

  He rolled over, pinned me to the bed with his weight, and began kissing me. My God, he could kiss. His tongue was playful yet demanding.

  J.P. pressed his knee and thigh between my legs, against my pussy while he continued to claim my mouth. His hand caressed my cheek while I tried moving my hips so I could feel more pressure against my clit. He laughed and his warm breath blanketed my face.

  “Alright, princess.”

  He pushed himself off me and pulled his shirt off, revealing a sexy splattering of dark chest hair. He got off the bed and stripped his pants off in one quick move. Wow. He was already hard. His veiny cock bobbed below a masculine amount of hair. I found it incredibly sexy. I could tell that he trimmed the hair; which I find so much more appealing than men who were shaved down there.

  J.P. got back on the bed and started kissing me again. His lips began straying from my mouth, down my neck. My blouse came off and bra followed. My chest and stomach received lots of sweet kisses and when his mouth came into contact with my jeans, he looked up at me with a gleam in his eyes.

  “Ready for some naughtiness, princess?”

  I laughed and looked in his eyes. I loved this man. I nodded and he stripped my pants and soaked panties off. I was slightly embarrassed at how wet my panties were, but I think he took it as a compliment.

  “Lie back, relax princess.”

  I took a deep breath and watched as he leaned over me toward his nightstand. From the drawer he pulled out a condom and some lube. Watching J.P. roll the condom down his shaft was even sexy to me. He dripped some lube on a finger and moved closer.

  “Come here my little naughty princess.”

  J.P. knelt between my legs and with his eyes locked on mine, he pushed that finger into my ass.

  “Oh,” I gasped and then relaxed as I quickly acclimated to his finger.

  “There you go, princess. I know you like that. Fuck, Amy, you look so hot. I know you’ve been practicing with those plugs and toys like a good little ass slut.”

  My clit felt huge and as though I could come just at the slightest touch and from listening to his filthy words.

  “Let’s give that ass something to clamp down on, shall we?”

  “Yes!” I said with excitement. “Yes, please.”

  “Normally, I’d have you on your hands and knees, but I want to look at your sexy face.”

  He guided my hands to pull my butt cheeks apart and while he was still looking at me, he pushed his cock in my tight ass.

  “Ahh, God.”

  “Nice and full, huh, princess?”

  “Yes,” I whined while trying to get used to his size.

  “You okay, Amy?”

  I smiled and nodded at him.

  “Good, now hold onto that headboard because you’re about to get the nice ass fucking I’ve told you about.”

  When I woke up, I rolled over and propped myself up on my elbows and stared at J.P. My smile was hard to hide when he smiled, and a sleepy-sounding laugh filled the air. We got up and took a long bath together and then sat on his patio for breakfast.

  While he made breakfast, I told him that I needed to check for messages and texts from Sam. Everything else could wait, but I knew that she would be starting to get worried. I picked up my phone to a few texts from her.

  Samantha: Hope you’re having fun!

  Samantha: Hey, I know you’re probably getting stuffed, but I was bored and started looking at J.P.’s “not mine yet” photos. You and I had it all wrong with trying to find the connection or similarities between the women…it’s been the guy in those images all along. Look.

  I frowned as I glanced at a handful of images she sent me. Every image had one guy in it. I guess it was the same guy.

  Samantha: I know you’re wondering how I know. Look closely, the image of the guy always shows that terrible scar on his side.

  I flipped back to the pictures. Oh my God, she was right. Part of me felt relieved that he wasn’t collecting or so focused on all the women when it was really about a guy all along. I felt silly now, but part of me had to hear it from him.

  While we ate, we talked some more about bondage, and he said that if I were interested, he’d like to take me to his club tonight and experience some rope bondage that I’d been so curiously craving.

  “J.P. can I ask you something?”

  “Of course, princess.”

  “On your Kinky Links account, what’s with all the ‘not mine yet’ pictures?”

  He sipped his coffee and shifted in his seat. I didn’t detect nervousness, though I couldn’t put my finger on what I thought he was feeling or thinking.

  “I told you already Amy that the women mean nothing to me.”

  He was being honest…it wasn’t about the women, but the man.

  “I know you told me that. So, what are they about exactly?” He sat quietly before looking up at me. For a brief moment, I felt as though I was staring at a stranger. The way he was looking at me almost gave me a chill. “I’m just curious, J.P.” I wrapped my hand around his forearm and shook it playfully. “I’m not going to judge you, whatever they’re about.”

  “Do you really need to know?” he asked.

  “I would really like to know,” I replied.

  He nodded and asked me to wait there while he went back inside the house. A few minutes passed, and I was starting to worry about what else he might drop on me. After the past twenty-four hours I’ve had, I really couldn’t take many more shocking events. J.P. reappeared with his laptop and set it down on the patio table. He had his Kinky Links account opened and pulled up the start of the “not mine yet” album.

  “He’s a little muse of mine. I’ve known him for a few years now. I was interested in topping him while he was in the mentorship program at my dungeon. He wasn’t interested, but I’ve continued admiring his body. He’s a ladies’ man. A charmer. I’ve wanted to chain him up and leave marks on him.”

  “Is this your friend from the club? The one you haven’t been
seeing eye to eye with?”

  J.P. laughed and shook his head.

  “No, this young man is the reason my friendship is strained.”

  “Your friend likes him too?”

  J.P.’s face dropped, and his eyes grew cold.

  “Like? No, my friend doesn’t like him. My friend is engrossed with him. He’s got some fascination with playing daddy to him. He knows that I was trying to negotiate scenes with the young man and he’s purposely stopped nearly every attempt I’ve made.”

  “That doesn’t seem right.”

  “I know, it’s selfish of him to try to keep him all to himself.”

  I frowned as I looked at the pictures. None of them showed the man with the scar on his side in any pictures alone or with another man. There were a few pictures of the guy with the scar and another woman and a man, but never just of two guys.

  “He isn’t worth my time anymore, princess. You’re worth my time.”

  “You’ve obviously collected pictures of this guy for years, it looks like. Are you sure you can turn off your feelings for him?”

  “I can. He’s a brat. He’s a rich bastard. His daddy left him everything.” J.P. sighed and logged out of his account. “I just wanted to chain him up and leave some marks on him.”

  “Is he a masochist?” I asked.

  “No.”

  I was confused but didn’t pursue it, though I thought about it. I thought that sadists will usually find masochists to play with because they crave what the sadist needs to give.

  “What’s that term in the lifestyle for those who are dominant and submissive?” I asked.

  “A switch.”

  “Yes! Is he a switch?”

  “No, I wish. He’s a Dom.”

  I was really puzzled now.

  “Understand, princess, that he’s just a muse. A toy that I would have wasted my life chasing.”

  “What if your friend no longer finds interest in him? Then would you pursue him again?”

  “No. First off, my friend is interested in playing daddy to the rich boy for life. And second, I have you now.”

  I smiled broadly and went to sit on his lap. I wrapped my arms around his wide shoulders and let my cheek rest against his chest. He held me close, kissed my forehead and whispered, “I love you, princess.”

  “I love you, J.P. I don’t want you to ever let me go.”

  “I promise you princess…I have every intention of keeping you.”

  Epilogue

  “Ready, princess?” J.P. asked me as we walked into the lobby of his dungeon.

  “Yes, I’m very ready,” I said with confidence.

  While we waited in line at the check-in counter, I looked around the elaborate lobby. The lighting cast seductive shadows on the large black and white photographs that decorated the walls.

  “Hi, Master Paul,” a chipper voice from behind the counter greeted and smiled at me when we made eye contact.

  “Evening, I brought a guest with me tonight.”

  The girl took my driver’s license and wrote some info down while J.P. collected a clipboard with a four by six info card on it.

  “Come, we’ll sit over here and fill it out.”

  J.P. guided me over to the large wooden bench that went the length of the wall in the lobby. I quickly filled out the card and put Samantha’s name and number down for an emergency contact, and J.P. had me put his name and number down as well.

  “Use Paul on the card for my name, princess.”

  “You go by your middle name here?”

  “Yes, remember I like it better.”

  “Do you want me to call you Paul, too?” I asked.

  “No, princess. You’re special. I’d like for you to continue calling me J.P. It’s our special thing.”

  I smiled brightly knowing that it was our special thing. After I filled out the info card, J.P. signed his name in the box that was reserved for an “authorized signature.” J.P. is a member of the board here, so he was most certainly an authorizing name.

  “So, tonight I’d like to show you around, and then if you’re feeling up to it, we can play a little in the dungeon,” J.P. said as we walked toward the large set of double doors.

  Just to the right of the doors leading inside the club was a sign that read: Leave Your Inhibitions Here. Above the door “Welcome to Irons” greeted all patrons.

  J.P. pulled the doors open, and I followed him into his world as he led me to the bar. I sipped on a rum and Coke while he had a beer and casually pointed out a few people. As he told me about a Mistress and her male slaves, I couldn’t help but notice a small gathering of some women in a designated area.

  “Good evening, Paul,” a polite voice from behind me said. “I see you’ve brought a guest tonight.”

  J.P. stood up straight and nodded at the muscular gentleman.

  “Princess, this is my friend that I was telling you about.”

  Oh, this is the friend he’s been at odds with. I smiled at the man and J.P. introduced us.

  “Amy, this is my friend, Blake. He’s the owner of Irons. Blake, this is Amy.”

  “Pleasure to meet you, Amy, and welcome to Irons. Enjoy your evening and please take a look around at everything,” Blake said.

  “Thank you. J.P., I mean Paul, is going to give me the grand tour shortly,” I said.

  Blake smiled but seemed to be doing one of those silent conversations with J.P. The kind that I usually had with Samantha. He smiled and left us alone. The man seemed nice, but I could feel the tension between J.P. and Blake.

  My attention turned back to the area of a small group of women that were gathering.

  “What are they doing?” I asked J.P. “They seem to be in a hurry.”

  “Those are the unattached subs. They congregate in that section, and any Doms or Tops can approach them to negotiate a scene,” he said.

  I turned my attention back to the unattached subs and watched as they scurried into position as two men approached. Oh, my God. They were quite possibly the sexiest men I’ve ever seen. The taller one with the dark brown hair seemed to do most of the talking, but then the one with the light brown hair smiled and I wasn’t sure which one was hotter. They certainly seemed to have a reputation here though because all these women were lined up to see them.

  “Who are those two?” I asked J.P.

  I hadn’t turned my head or moved from my spot. I was too busy watching the star-struck women get starry-eyed over the two men. When I realized J.P. wasn’t saying anything, I turned around to look at him. He was staring at me in a weird way. It was almost in a cold way.

  He didn’t seem like the romantic sadist I loved.

  “J.P.,” I said his name.

  I turned back to the small group as I heard some clapping and cheering. The men had pulled their shirts off. From where I was sitting, I could see that the man with the light brown hair was the one in J.P.’s pictures. He’s the one with the scar. I looked back at J.P. and met his ice-cold stare.

  “Princess, that’s Anthony Graves; the prince of Irons, and my little muse. And the other one is Colin Everett. King of the fucking world.”

  Sneak Peek: Protecting The Line

  My heart pounded as my eyes flittered around, waiting for my dad to start talking. The murmurs died down, and my dad looked over at us before he began to speak. I felt a lump in my throat as I gazed at the smallest casket.

  “Today, we say goodbye to three wonderful people who were taken from us far too early: a devoted father, a loving mother, and a little boy. While many families will come together for the Thanksgiving holiday, the Everett family was torn apart by a traffic accident. It claimed the lives of Brian and Lisa Everett, and one of their twin sons, Jeff. I had met Brian in high school, and we became the best of friends. We went off to med school and soon started families. Our kids were inseparable. While we have lost three incredible people, we were spared losing the entire family. One of the twins survived. Colin.”

  I sat in the first row of
the church with my hand curled around Colin’s arm. My mom held his hand and my older brother Mark, had his arm stretched across my shoulders and Colin’s. I was trying to be strong for Colin. My dad told me that Colin needed me; and I promised that I would be there for him.

  “As we say goodbye to Brian, Lisa, and Jeff, let’s not forget Colin. Brian and I swore that if anything ever happened to either of us, we’d watch over each other’s family. Brian, if you’re watching, we will take good care of Colin.”

  I sat on the wooden bench, keeping my mouth tightly shut so that I wouldn’t cry. But when I saw my dad cry, I couldn’t hold it in.

  “It’s okay, Matt,” Mark whispered as he pulled me against his shoulder.

  Moments later, I felt Colin’s hand on my shoulder. I tried to wiggle out of Mark’s embrace so I could be strong for Colin, but Mark wouldn’t let go.

  “It’s okay, Matt,” Mark repeated.

  I leaned against my big brother for the rest of the service, but reached to my side to continue to hold onto Colin’s arm. My dad motioned for us to stand; we were pallbearers for Jeff. I walked behind Colin and my dad to Jeff’s casket. Colin and I each took the middle spot on opposite sides. My dad was in front of Colin and my brother Mark was behind him. And on my side, my oldest brother John was in front and our baseball coach was behind me. We followed the group carrying Colin’s dad and behind us a group carried his mom.

  Out at the grave site, we sat down in the first row. A short distance away the three caskets were lined up. Just like my big brother did for me, I wrapped my arm across Colin’s shoulders. A prayer was said before my dad gave Colin a pat on his leg and my mother handed Colin a bouquet of flowers. Colin slowly stood and walked with my dad toward the three caskets with the flowers. His parents were to the left of his brother. As they walked toward the caskets, my mom scooted closer and wrapped her arm around me.

  My dad and Colin stood centralized between Brian and Lisa for a few minutes. I kept a close eye on Colin while my dad held onto his shoulder. Colin was so brave. I didn’t think I could do what he’s having to do. I knew someday I might have to, but I’d also have my two older brothers. I felt so lucky that I still had my parents and brothers.