She puts shampoo in her hands and tiptoes to run her hands through my hair. I turn around and lean back so she can reach me better. Her hands feel great as they massage my head, and I find my cock thinking so too.
I turn and rinse my hair as she eyes my erection. “Oh, what have we got here?”
“He wants to say good morning to you again, Petra. What do you say? Feel randy, baby?”
With a giggle, she grabs onto my shoulders and lifts her body up, then wraps her legs around me, pushing my cock into her as she does. “I do feel randy. Take me again, sir.”
“I believe I will,” I say with a chuckle, then lean her back against the wall and give her what she wants.
The fact is, I could give Petra all she wants and more. But what would that do for either of us? Sure, we might fall in love, temporarily, as is the case with most people. We could build a mansion together, get his and her dogs, and hold hands all the time as we make our plans for the future.
I saw all that happen with my parents. Not once did either of them say, hey, instead of making plans for where we’re going for next Thanksgiving, let’s plan for the magnificent fight that will occur just a day before that, breaking us up and making everyone skip the great meal and trip to Grandma’s that day.
Now, how fair would it be for me to pretend that Petra and I will live happily ever after when I know things like that cannot happen?
They’re never planned or prepared for. Everyone is left feeling like a bomb went off that ended life as they knew it. So why not live in a way that makes things like breakups more bearable and less destructive?
Am I the only human on the planet who thinks this way?
Petra’s moan brings my attention back to her as she gets all moist and looks dream-like as I take her. Her nails trail over my shoulder as she opens her eyes and looks at me. “This is nice. Don’t you think so?”
“It is nice. I like fucking you. I like fucking you in the bed, in the shower, and I’d like to see where else I’d like fucking you. What do you think about that?”
“I think I like it,” she moans.
I think she does too, but I need to make her crave it. Do anything for it. Including move to L.A. and be my little love slave!
Petra
Owen has hung out with me all day. He’s given little hints about how great it’d be if I’d change my mind about moving to L.A. to be his woman in waiting, as I think of it.
I’m not a fool. I know I’d hate that. I’m being paid to be that for him right now, so that makes it different. On my own, I’d want much more than this.
He’s had a nice suit brought in and is planning on going out to some club that’s near his hotel. He’s baiting me. I know it. He’s told me already that if I agree to keep this thing going for however long he wants it, then he’ll make changes now. If not, then he has no choice other than to go on about things the way he’d planned.
I’m not taking his bait. I won’t be giving into his silly demands. If he wants more from me after this, he has to step up to the plate—not keep things as they are, with me waiting around for him.
He’s hot as hell and fun to be with, but I have my heart to think about, and that wouldn’t be enough for that piece of me. He’ll have to bend a bit if he really wants me. I hope he does!
We had our dinner and the staff came to gather the dishes, then Owen went to shower and get ready to go out. I’m picking out a movie to watch and waiting to see if he actually goes out, leaving me here alone.
His musky scent wafts out of the bedroom door as he comes out, dressed to the nines. “I’m about to leave, Petra. I have no idea when I’ll be back.”
“I know,” I say, then get up and head to the kitchenette. I’m wearing a little black nighty with matching panties, as he only has this kind of attire for me to wear. “Have fun, sir.”
“Oh, I will,” he says as his eyes follow me. “And what will you be doing to entertain yourself this evening?”
“I found a movie to watch. It’s a love story. I’ll be fine.” I bend over on purpose, flaunting my ass as I look into the mini-fridge. “Oh, Mr. Pibb. My fav.” I snap back up. “I’m thinking of having some kettle-corn-flavored popcorn and a Mr. Pibb. Sounds good, right?”
“Well, not as good as cocktails and some dancing. But good for you, finding something to do while I’m out.” He leans against the counter as I rummage through the basket of goodies to find the package I want. “What’s this love story about anyway?”
“A marine finally finds love after his thirtieth birthday. He gets married to a great woman and they have a wonderful honeymoon, then he’s sent off to war. He dies and his wife is left behind. She’s pregnant and alone in the world. His best friend comes back to comfort her, and he and she fall in love and get married. He takes the kid as his own.”
“Nice of him, but I kind of hate that she hurried up and married another man. It doesn’t say a lot for the love she supposedly had for the first guy, does it?” he asks as he crosses his arms over his massive chest, making his biceps get even bigger.
“I suppose she thought her dead husband would’ve wanted her to be happy and to have another great man to live her life with and raise his son with. I think it’s romantic.” I find the bag I was looking for, and he wrinkles his nose.
“I think you should forget about that movie and that flavor of popcorn. There’s a new comedy I saw when I was flipping through the channels earlier and it looks hilarious. And that flavor you picked out won’t taste good with the Mr. Pibb. Why not try something salty with no butter?”
“Thank you for the recommendation, Owen.” I place the package on top of the microwave, as he seems to be hanging around. “Are you going to be staying for the food?”
“No,” he says, then eyes me. “I should be going. The hot chicks should be filtering into the dance club by now. I’ll probably find a woman who I can take to the hotel and fuck.”
Although my entire body prickles with jealousy, I try not to show it. “I’m sure you will find a woman who wants you to take her to your bed. You’re handsome and more than a catch. Lucky you, Owen. Go get you one of those lucky girls.”
He reaches out and takes my arm, then pulls me to him. “You know how to get me to stay put, right?”
Looking into his eyes, I see he thinks he can get me to agree with him, and that’s not going to happen.
“I do. But I want more from you than that. You go have a blast. Keep on living life the way you planned. I’ll be here.”
“You could have me, mostly, Petra. You’d get more than anyone else ever has, and still, you say, no,” he mumbles as he lets me go. “I don’t understand you at all.”
“I may have sold my body for a few months, but I won’t sell my soul, Owen.”
He looks kind of shocked, then says, “You know what, Petra? I know many women who would take what I’m offering you. A home of your own, all the cars you can handle, and me when I want to give you me. We can talk, laugh, love even. I just want you on my own terms. I can think of six women in Los Angeles right now who would take what I want to give you.”
“I bet you can,” I say, as I find a packet of sea salted popcorn. “I want all of you. Not you on your terms or my terms. I’ll give you all of me, and in return, I want all of you. An even deal. Nothing one-sided.” I wiggle the packet of popcorn at him. “Look, it’s the kind you wanted.”
His lips quirk to one side, and then he says, “If you want to change your movie from the two-timing chick to the comedy and make the popcorn I like, then I might be tempted to stay in with you tonight, instead of hitting the club.”
“And give up the strange snatch too?” I ask, as I figure he might offer me this.
“I’d even give up the strange snatch.” He pulls me close and kisses me. “So, what do you say? Want me to hang out with you? Maybe spend the night too?”
“I’d get you for the night too?” I ask, as I feign surprise.
“Maybe,” he says with a sly smile.
“I don’t want you to get your hopes up. I might leave.”
“Well, I’ll take what I can get. How about you go get out of those uncomfortable clothes and leave on those sexy boxers, and I’ll get the things together and meet you in the living room.” I pat him on the ass, and he winks at me.
“How about I get you to undress me and help you with the snacks?”
“I like that idea,” I tell him as he lets me go.
We get our stuff and head to the living room where he takes a seat on the sofa and smiles at me. “Compromise is nice, isn’t it?”
“It is,” I say, even though I don’t consider this a compromise at all. It was my plan all along!
Kneeling in front of him, I pull off his shoes and socks, then unbutton his pants and pull them off. He shrugs out of his jacket, and I unbutton his shirt and take it off, then take the expensive suit and hang it back up.
When I come back out of the bedroom, he has the movie on and is lying back on the sofa with his legs spread open. He pats the place in front of him, and I take it, snuggling my back into his broad chest. He pops a piece of popcorn into my mouth, then hands me the bottle of soda.
I take a sip. Then he says, “See, it’s good together, isn’t it?”
“It is,” I agree. “You were right. You have an excellent handle on food combinations. Do you cook too?”
“I dabble with it. To be really good at it, I think I’d need a kitchen partner. Do you know of anyone who’d be that for me?” he asks, then kisses the side of my head.
“I could be that for you,” I say, as I turn my head to rest my cheek on his bare chest. “I could be anything you wanted, I bet.”
Cupping my boob, he grins. “How about tonight you be my little sex kitten, and we’ll see about other things as this progresses?”
“Whatever you want, sir. I am yours, you know.”
I settle back again as the movie starts and find him resting his chin on top of my head. His heart is pounding a bit harder than normal. He must be thinking about things.
Taking his free hand, the one that’s not holding my tit, I hold it and rest our clasped hands on my stomach. He sighs and moves his hand off my breast to cup my chin and turn me back to him.
His lips are warm as he kisses me. The hand I’m holding tightens around mine. And I can feel it all moving around inside of him as his heart pounds harder.
He’s letting it go. Maybe only a tiny bit at a time, but it’s moving around inside of him. Churning and turning and breaking away, leaving bits of his heart wide open.
Open to seeing if love is all a lie that can never stay alive between two people. Open to seeing if he and I could have what it takes to keep something going, that others have let go of. Open to me.
When our mouths part, I watch as he opens his eyes. “I really like you, Petra.”
“Good. I really like you, Owen.”
“If I asked you to marry me right now, what would you say to that?” he asks, and I know it’s not a real proposal.
Holding his face in my hands, I look deep into his eyes. “Owen, I want to get to know you. The real you. And I want you to get to know the real me too. Time is a gift, and I’m more than happy that I was given time with you. I’ll be happy with that, for now.”
His face is frozen as he says, “I’d like that, Petra. I’d like to get to know all about you and for you to get to know all about me. Not the handsome man, not the wealthy doctor or celebrity, just the guy who’s underneath all that surface stuff.”
“Good,” I tell him as I kiss his cheek. “Because that’s the guy I want to know. You are handsome. But I want to know what makes you truly beautiful. I bet it’s deep inside of you. Deep in that spirit of yours.”
“Working with beautiful people who only want to look even more beautiful has me thinking everyone in this world is all about what’s on the outside. I want someone to want me for what’s on the inside. I know all too well how the outside can be damaged and made ugly by all kinds of tragic things.”
“Me too, baby,” I let him know. “I want to see it all. None of us are attractive in every aspect. It’s important to accept the ugliness that everyone has too.”
He nods and pulls me back to rest on his chest. “Let’s watch this movie and have some laughs. I like you, you like me, and we might just really hit it off. Or we might not. Only time will tell.”
His heart has come back to a normal beat, and his mind has settled. I’ve never felt happier about feeling a normal heartbeat in my entire life!
Owen
After spending another night with Petra, I think we should do a little more together. I feel so different with her, it’d be a sin not to try more things. The same old thing will never do. It might never do for me ever again!
Ordering her some clothes, that aren’t naughty negligees, is what I did late last night while she was sleeping. She’s in the shower now, and a knock at the door tells me that that should be them being delivered.
Opening the door, I find a courier with a bag and slip him a twenty for his trouble. “Thank you.”
With a nod, he leaves, and I go to surprise my sub with something new. She’s in a towel as I enter the bedroom with the bag in hand. “What do you have there, Owen?”
“If you want to, I thought we might go out and see the sights,” I say as a smile moves over her sweet lips. “You’ll need something a bit less revealing to wear. If you want to go with me, that is. You don’t have to. I’m allowing you to make the choice.”
Dropping the towel, she saunters over to me and throws her arms around my neck. “I’ll go with you, sir. I’d go anywhere with you. All you ever have to do is ask.” She eyes the bag. “Care to show me what you got for me?”
Pulling out a nice and expensive little coral-colored summer dress, I hold it up to her. “I think it’ll fit, don’t you?”
With a nod, she peeks into the bag and sees the rest of the things I bought her. “There’s a few things in here. Bras too.”
“Well, I thought you might want to harness those delicious assets of yours. I don’t want my goods shown off to just anyone, sub.” I kiss the tip of her nose, and she wrinkles it up.
“Aren’t you full of surprises today?” she asks, then pulls out the undergarments and starts to get dressed. “Did you want me to order breakfast before we head out?”
“No, I’m taking you out for all the meals today.” I smack her ass after she’s pulled up the coral-colored panties and she giggles. “If I feel like it, I might take you out on the town this evening.”
I plop down on the end of the bed, and she climbs onto my lap and kisses me. She makes me feel better than I’ve ever felt in my entire life. Just a sweet kiss, the soft touch of her hand, that certain look she can give me that tells me she’s more than just into me.
Our lips part and she looks at me. “Owen, thanks for this. I’ve felt cooped up and taking me out is a nice thing to do.”
Twisting her dark, silky hair around my finger, I feel guilty for keeping her locked away. “I’m sorry about that. I’ll think about giving you more freedom.”
Her hand moves over my cheek as she sighs, “I think that’s nice of you. And I think I’ll only want to leave the apartment if you take me out, anyway. Being that I can have all I need brought right to me and the fact that I’d have to walk through the BDSM club if I leave, and if I’m not with you then I’m kind of an open target.”
“Glad you realize that,” I tell her, and stand her back up. “Now, get your sexy ass dressed. You’re making my dick hard, and I’m in need of nourishment, as are you.”
She gets up and pulls on the dress that fits her perfectly and looks fantastic on her. Pulling the flats out of the bag, I place them on the floor, and she steps into them. “You look even better than the model who wore it online.”
She wiggles her butt. “Thanks, baby. Now, where are you taking me for breakfast? I’m starved.”
“Pancakes or eggs?” I ask her as I get up and hold out my ar
m for her to take.
“Hmm, do I have to pick one or the other?” she asks as we walk out the door of the apartment.
“I suppose I can splurge on you a bit and allow you to have both.” I chuckle and run my arm around her as we walk through the empty corridor.
We have to go through the dark hallway where the private rooms are and see only green lights on every door, meaning they’re empty. She peers at them all, then nudges me in the ribs. “Hmm, these are empty in the mornings, sir. Maybe we should venture into one sometime and see what that’s all about.”
“Does my little sub want a spanking?” I ask her, then stop at one of the doors.
“Maybe,” she giggles. “Can we look inside of one now?”
I open one of the doors, and a red-light glows inside of the room. The walls are painted white, and the light makes them appear red too. It’s eerie, and one can almost hear the sounds of whips and the moans that follow their strikes.
“This looks …” she says, then stops.
“Medieval?” I ask.
She turns to wrap her arms around me. “I was thinking erotic, sir.”
With a swift smack on her ass, she yelps and I laugh. “You couldn’t handle it, Petra.”
“If you wanted me to, I could,” she says with a sexy grin.
“I’d have to be trained to use most of the things that are in here. I have no idea how to use those ropes to tie you up in them. Now, I could fuck the shit out of you, once you were tied up.”
I feel a shiver run through her, and she holds me tighter. “Oh, sir, what you do to me is unreal.”
Cupping her chin, I run the pad of my thumb over her pink cheek. “Petra, what you do to me is unreal. Let’s go eat, before I gorge myself on you, my pretty little thing.”
Her giggles fill the darkness as I close the door and head toward the main room of the club. It’s empty, cleansed of all the night before left on it. Petra looks around at the décor and smiles up at me. “Have you ever thought about taking me in here, to show me off?”
“The thought has crossed my mind a time or two. But I’d have to know if you want to continue this, outside of the club. If I were to bring you around anyone else, then I’d want you to wear a mask.”
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