Love My Way

by Bridget Midway

  “Begonia, you’re safe. As a matter of fact, because you were the first to respond to Pansy when she first got sick, you’re the winner tonight and have immunity for the next show.” Eagan turned to Pansy. “That means you have to go, Pansy. I’m releasing you. Take off your collar.”

  Pansy reached behind her neck and undid the clasp. “Is this because I got sick?”

  Eagan shook his head. “No.”

  She placed the necklace in his hand.

  “The challenge tonight was for you all not to make a mistake during dinner. Overall, you did the worst during meal. But you should have told me you were allergic to strawberries and that’s why you didn’t want to eat the dessert. If you can’t trust me with that information, then we can’t have a true relationship.”

  Pansy removed her mask. Underneath hid a gorgeous creature with dark eyebrows that were perfectly arched, a slender nose and full, wavy dark hair.

  “I don’t know why I didn’t tell you. Just like I don’t know why I started eating. Nerves, I suppose. I never topped anyone and what you had me doing felt like topping Lily. I got confused.”

  “I understand. This is the type of relationship I would have my submissives doing in real life, so if you can’t handle it now, then you’d be unhappy had you won this competition.”

  Pansy bowed her head. “My name is Gloria. It’s been a pleasure serving you for the short time I did.”

  Eagan stepped close to her. “My car is going to take you directly to the hotel. You’ll have around-the-clock care until you feel one-hundred percent.”

  Pansy wiped away a tear and nodded. Eagan flashed a sneering look at Ananda before turning away.

  “Eagan, wait!” the director called to him.

  The women and Ananda all waited to see what was going on. Although they couldn’t hear him since he was whispering, Ananda caught him pointing to Gloria and her.

  Eagan shook his head. He said, “My decision is final!” Then stormed upstairs.

  “What the hell was that about?” Iona whispered to Ananda.

  Ananda wasn’t sure. Later on tonight, or rather, this morning, she would find out.

  Chapter Thirteen

  “What the hell are you doing?” This time, it was Phil’s turn to pace.

  Eagan sat behind his desk, calm, serene, quiet. What else was he to do while Phil ranted and raved?

  “First, you go off and do this dinner thing.” Phil waved his hands in the air.

  “You knew taping had to happen. You knew I was taking the winner and three contestants to dinner.”

  “Yes, but I didn’t know you were going to have nudity. I didn’t know you were going to lick a woman’s breast on camera.”

  “I couldn’t get to her nipple.”

  Phil’s eyebrows furrowed together. “Why are you so calm about this?”

  “And why are you so irrational? This is going to appear on cable, for God sakes. Even you called it Skintastic. What’s the big deal? You’re afraid the execs won’t still court you after this?”

  Phil turned his back on Eagan. It was in that moment, Eagan felt something under his desk. Something clawed at his belt and zipper.

  “The big deal is that the first couple of shows were kind of tame,” Phil said with his back still to Eagan.

  Eagan grabbed the hands and rolled his chair back. The first thing he saw was the top of a mask. It wasn’t until the intruder looked up that he saw who it was.

  Begonia.

  Eagan volleyed his attention from Phil to Begonia. What the hell did she think she was doing? She should have been in bed and not wandering around early in the morning in his house.

  “I’m afraid they’re going to pull the show.” Phil shook his head and made a slow pivot around to Eagan. “I thought a wild show would be great, but now I’m not so sure.”

  Eagan let Begonia’s hands go and put his finger to his lips signaling her to remain quiet.

  “They’re not going to pull the show. Our ratings are solid. Besides, it’s not the sexiest thing on TV now. But give me a few more episodes. I’ll get us there.”

  Phil chuckled and put his hand over his eyes. Eagan took that moment to lower his chair. Then he moved under the desk even more.

  Phil said, “Let’s forget all of that. Why didn’t you change your decision about getting rid of Begonia?”

  The hands that were working fast and furious on his zipper suddenly stopped.

  “I’m not going to flip flop my decision after I’ve rendered it. I’m not a politician.”

  Her hands eased the belt from the loop and unfastened his pants. He must have answered correctly.

  “But I have tape that shows she did reach for her utensil first.”

  Her hands stopped again. Did that mean that she had made the mistake and hadn’t come clean to him or was she innocent and pissed off?

  “Let me show you.” Phil opened up Eagan’s wall cabinet and cued up the video footage.

  At this point, Begonia had his pants undone. Since his erect cock sprang from his boxers, she found it easily. She wrapped her fingers around him and moved it up and down his shaft.

  Eagan’s body felt lit up like a neon sign. He braced his elbows on his desk and tried concentrating on Phil’s blathering. Who could think during an exquisite surprise hand job?

  Phil played the tape. Though Eagan tried to keep his eyes open, he closed them occasionally to enjoy the treatment. Begonia was perfect. Just the right amount of pressure, the right speed. He could definitely see her doing this for him every morning.

  “See!”

  Eagan snapped his eyes open and looked at this screen. “What?”

  “You just didn’t see her hand hovering over her fork, but instead she takes the nipple clamps off of that chick? By the way, hottest thing I have ever seen. I can’t believe you had her take off her dress in the restaurant.” Phil turned around. “And the other girl with the vibrator in her. How do you think of these things?”

  Begonia pulsed her fist at the tip of his dick. Damn, what a feeling.

  “They just come to me.”

  “I guess since you gave her immunity, you’re not getting rid of Begonia for the next show either, huh?”

  Begonia reached under his penis to cradle his balls. Hell, no, he wouldn’t be getting rid of her any time soon.

  “Why are you obsessed about me getting rid of her? You were the one after the first show who told me to keep her.”

  She stroked him harder and faster.

  “The message boards are lighting up. They’re surprised you got rid of your first real submissive tonight. Iris and Magnolia weren’t submissives to begin with.”

  “What did the viewers expect, that my final six would be the former submissives? If they’re not up on their game, they’re not, oh, advancing.”

  Begonia kissed the tip of his cock in the middle of his explanation. Eagan’s blood raced through his body like he was on some wonderful drug.

  “You all right? You don’t look so good.”

  “I’ll be okay. I have a woman under my desk right now jerking me off.”

  The room got quiet. Even Begonia stopped moving. Phil stared at him for a while until a smile curled up at the corners of his mouth.

  “You are too funny. Look, I got to head home. It’s too late. I’ll start editing here tomorrow, then we can talk about set up for the next show.”

  “I already know what I want to do.” It was a show Eagan couldn’t wait to do. The task he would present would definitely bring out each woman’s commitment to him and the contest.

  “Cool. I’ll see you later. Tell the girl under the desk I said hi.”

  Eagan nodded and waited for Phil to leave before moving a muscle. Knowing how his friend was, Eagan clicked a button on his universal remote that locked his door.

  “No trust, man,” Eagan heard Phil say from the other side of the door.

  “Good night, Phil.” Eagan pushed back from the desk and picked up his phone. He punched in th
e number for his security guys at the front door. “Make sure Phil makes it to his car okay. He looks a little tired and may fall down the steps.”

  “Got it, Mr. Morton. We’ll make sure he gets down safely.”

  Eagan hung up the phone. That would ensure the man wasn’t sitting outside his door waiting to hear what happened next.

  Eagan peered down at Begonia, who finally crawled from under the desk. She stood in front of him, wearing a T-shirt that just covered her high, rounded ass.

  “What are you doing here?” Eagan asked, although his body wanted to scream, “More! More! More!”

  “I thought I was doing pretty good until you stopped me.” She pointed to his erection that slowed in deflating.

  “This isn’t a game.” He thought about his statement and rephrased. “Okay, technically, this is a game. What we have going on between us, that’s not a game. I don’t want you thinking that because we’ve had sex that you’ll last in this competition.”

  “I get it.” She folded her arms over her chest. “You’re quick to tell me that every time we get together.” She chuckled to herself. “Amazing. You have the gall to ask me why I won’t fight for you, and yet, you never fought for me.” She stared at him and carried an expression on her face as though she was recalling an instance involving him. “Never.”

  “I can’t show favoritism toward one contestant.” No matter how much he wanted her.

  She grabbed his cock and got in his face. “Then stop reacting to me.”

  Eagan gripped her wrist. “Yeah, easier said than done.”

  In anticipation of Begonia’s return to his office, Eagan snatched the top drawer to his desk and pulled out a string of condoms. He ripped one off the chain, opened the package with his teeth, then rolled it down the length of him. He ignored the niggling feeling that all of this pre-planning meant that he truly wanted her and no other.

  Ignoring the thought, he turned her around. He lifted her shirt and guided her down to his awaiting prick.

  Begonia reached between her legs and helped guide him inside of her. Her pussy welcomed him, pulling him in to her tight channel, and holding him there until she got him all the way inside of her.

  “Lean back.” Eagan wrapped his arm around her waist and held her close as he pounded inside of her.

  Begonia gripped the arms of his chair as she undulated her hips back and forth. “You try not coming now.”

  He heard her say this through gritted teeth. If nothing else, he loved her spunk and attitude.

  “I don’t have to.” Eagan slid one hand up her shirt and his other hand sought her clit and found it. “I’m the Dom here. I can do what I want. What I want now is to hear you come.”

  She rocked on top of him, moving him in and out of her tight pussy. Eagan held onto her waist. Her smooth skin felt like velvet under his touch. He didn’t want to stop touching her, not right now, not tonight, not ever.

  Eagan kissed her back then planted small nibbles around her shoulder. She even tasted sweet like honey. What he knew for sure was that he ached for Begonia’s touch.

  Sliding his arm around her waist, Eagan pulled her back against him so that her back rested on his chest. One hand busied itself caressing her breast. The other rubbed her protruding clit.

  At both touches, Begonia released the sweetest most guttural sound that he’d ever heard. The sound of her ecstasy pumped his heart until he had to match the organ’s ferocity with his own.

  Eagan thrust his hips up, matching her movements. Their bodies moved in a rhythmic harmony that not even he and Ophelia had achieved this soon.

  Begonia reached behind herself and held the back of Eagan’s head, moving him forward so that his face nestled next to hers. She smelled of wildflowers, a scent that drove him insane.

  Blood pumped through his veins like a percolator. This was a first. He couldn’t hold out from coming before his submissive.

  “Come, now!” he demanded.

  Begonia ground her sweet cunt on him and released the most magnificent growl. It sounded like a moan she’d been storing in her body for years. Eagan cupped her breast, twirling his thumb around her nipple. When her slick inner walls constricted around him, he couldn’t hold back. He came deep inside of her, hard and fast.

  Without being able to stop himself, Eagan kissed Begonia on the side of her face, an intimate gesture he didn’t want to give her. How had she done it? How had she got in his head so fast? And how had she captured his heart?

  “This has got to stop.” Eagan slipped himself out of her, stood while still holding her and allowed her to sit and compose herself as he discarded the prophylactic and fastened his pants.

  “Why? I haven’t told anyone and I won’t. You haven’t told anyone.”

  “I have.”

  Begonia stopped moving.

  “I told Phil I had sex with a contestant. But I didn’t say which one. As far as he’s concerned, he thinks I’m doing the contestants leaving the show.”

  She stood and sauntered to him. Even her walk got him excited. “Would you really eliminate me?”

  “If you failed, yes, I would. It’s the nature of the contest.” And the part that he now hated.

  “But is that your nature? What is it that you want?”

  Sexually, no doubt about it, he and Begonia were compatible in every way. However, the woman bucked every rule and norm about his lifestyle. He didn’t see her potential to be trained. Pity. She was the one he wanted. Not since Ophelia had he felt his heart being pulled. If he wasn’t careful, he would fall in love with her.

  She walked to the door then turned to him. “I won’t fail.”

  “Actions speak louder than words. Show me.”

  “I would, but you won’t let contestants masturbate.” She winked at him and walked out of the office.

  “Begonia.”

  She stopped in the doorway and turned to him.

  “Did you reach for the fork first?” If nothing else, he had to know.

  She took a deep breath. “I nearly made an error in judgment. I won’t do it again.”

  That was a “yes,” if Eagan had ever heard one. Even if he knew that before elimination, he still wouldn’t have gotten rid of her. At least, not yet.

  “You don’t know the real me. What I did at dinner was just a taste. You want more? Do you really want to know?”

  Gone were the cutesy comebacks. Begonia simply nodded.

  “Good luck tomorrow.”

  No more “Guess the toy” games. No more table etiquette. If Begonia wanted to be with him, be his submissive, show that she could be trained, then the next few challenges would test her limits. He just hoped the censors didn’t shut down his show.

  * * * *

  The real Eagan Morton. For the last several days, Ananda thought of the possibilities behind that statement. If the man who had licked her pussy, made her suck his dick, and fucked her like no one ever had wasn’t the real and true Eagan Morton, then she couldn’t wait to meet the man behind the myth.

  Ananda sat in the center of her bed. Right about where she shoved that BDSM book someone slipped to her under the mattress. She had to take temptation away from her. She was a lot of things, but a cheater wouldn’t be one of them. If she was going to lose, she would do it going down gloriously in flames. And if she won, it would be because she listened, learned, and did her best. Fucking the Eagan Morton didn’t hurt either.

  “The waiting,” Meadow began and let out a long sigh. “It’s the waiting I can’t stand. I sometimes wish we would just tape a show every day and get this over with in a couple of weeks instead of a couple of months.”

  “I know what you mean, Meadow.”

  The days in between tapings, Ananda couldn’t find Eagan even with the F.B.I. tracking him. When the man wasn’t working the show, he was working his business. It wouldn’t surprise her if he flew out of town on the days he was gone.

  The only people she saw besides the contestants were the camera crews, the dire
ctor, and the slaves. Except there was one slave that had her curious. Who was Aspen, and where was she hiding?

  “So what do you think Master Morton has in store for us next?” Meadow sauntered over to Ananda’s bed and sat down as though Ananda had invited the woman to do so.

  “I don’t know. Whatever it is, it’s going to be a doozy.” Ananda had remembered Eagan’s warning from several nights ago. This time she would learn about the real him, the man behind the stories, rumors and tall tales.

  “How do you know?”

  Ananda couldn’t tell her she knew because Eagan had told her after fucking her brains out. “I overheard a crew member talking about it.” She hated lying. Unlike Eagan, he had the luxury of telling the truth about having sex with one of the contestants because there were so many of them. There was only one Eagan Morton. Thank God.

  “So what do you think your chances are? I mean, you have immunity so you’ll at least make it through the fourth round. But overall, what do you think of your chances?”

  Considering what Ananda had done over the last couple of weeks, she would have thought she had a great chance. With Eagan’s constant reminders, she knew her possibility of winning was the same as everyone else’s. Well, not everyone.

  Ananda glanced at Sunny’s bed. Without a doubt, Sunny was the front-runner here. Ananda couldn’t fault the woman. She’d been a submissive, so she knew the Lifestyle. She’d seen her without her mask and knew she was gorgeous. And she was kind to boot.

  Meadow glanced at Sunny’s bed as well. “Yeah, I think she has a better shot than any of us. She’s won more contests. I haven’t won any. I know we’re just in the beginning of the show. But I wanted to win at least one before I got the boot.”

  “And you will. Don’t beat yourself up so much. It’ll happen.” Ananda put her hand on Meadow’s knee to comfort her.

  Meadow glanced at her hand then returned her attention to her again. “Can I ask you kind of a personal question?”