Love My Way

by Bridget Midway

  “Oh, God,” Meadow said, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

  “Can you handle that, Meadow or do you need to go home right now?”

  Meadow wrung her hands then braced herself against her new bed. She took a deep breath and stripped off her dress and shoes.

  “Very good. I’ll see you all in the morning. Remember, six a.m. in position.” He glared at Ananda. “Follow me.”

  As instructed, Ananda followed behind Eagan. He waltzed through the foyer area again where the mysterious woman stood waiting for her first order.

  To Ananda’s surprise, Eagan strolled to the woman and stood a foot away from her with the camera crews all looming around him.

  “Did you ask the cab driver to wait for you, Ophelia?” he asked.

  Mystery solved. She was Eagan’s former submissive. Just as Ananda had suspected, Ophelia had a look that most women would kill to have. She had radiant golden brown skin, long chocolate brown hair that behaved and a curvy body.

  The beaming smile that Ophelia had carried when she walked in the house melted. “No, I didn’t ask the driver to wait. I want to resume my spot at the foot of your bed again. Is my ankle cuff still there?”

  Eagan crossed his arms over his chest. “I released you. That meant I no longer needed your services.”

  “Eagan—”

  He held up his hand to halt her speech. “I’m taping a show. Although I’m sure this makes for great television, my former submissive coming back in my house as I look for a new one, I find your behavior rude, presumptuous, and inappropriate.” Eagan glanced behind his shoulder.

  Standing shoulder-to-shoulder were Willow and Apple. Their stunned expressions said it all.

  “Willow, open the door for Ophelia.” Eagan snapped his fingers to his slave. “Rick will take you to any hotel you would like. If you would still like to talk, call me after ten a.m. once I’ve had my breakfast.” Without another word, he turned and headed up the stairs.

  “So, that whole whipping thing, you okay with that now, or is your hand a bit off like last time?” Ophelia asked as he took each step hard and militant-like.

  With her cutting words though, he stopped his march. Ananda stayed about two steps behind him and didn’t move a muscle. Eagan glared back down to the front door area.

  Ophelia grabbed her left shoulder and pushed over her camisole top strap. “The mark you left is almost gone. See?” She glanced at Ananda and smiled. “It didn’t hurt that much anyway.”

  “Leave your contact information with Richard. I’ll call you when I’m ready to see you.” Eagan marched up the stairs.

  Ananda could barely keep up with his long-legged strides to the third floor. He pushed the door open and waited for Ananda to come through. The camera crews followed them and were about to step into the room with them, when Eagan slammed the door in their faces.

  One brave or foolish soul dared to knock on his door. They couldn’t have wanted the shot that badly. Eagan swung his door open. He barely had time to get one word out when Phil flew through the door.

  “Are you shitting me with this?” Phil paced. His marching stopped when he eyed Ananda. “Oh, I forgot she was here. You want to have this conversation in the office?”

  Eagan shook his head. “No, we can talk here in front of Begonia.” He stared at her. “I have no secrets.”

  “Obviously, you do. Here I thought after Ophelia contacted me that you would be thrilled to see her. I saw this great angle where you would allow her to be one of the contestants and make her fight for her spot to be your submissive again. The ratings will go through the roof.”

  “For once, I don’t want to talk about ratings.”

  From the way Phil looked, Ananda would have thought Eagan had just said that he wanted to kill puppies and kittens.

  “Dude, ratings are our lives. It’s our bread-and-butter.” In an attempt to appeal to Eagan, Phil put his hand on Eagan’s shoulder.

  Eagan brushed it off. “Box office sales are my bread-and-butter. Everything else is just gravy.”

  “Whatever. Can you at least invite Ophelia back into your house so that you two can hash out your issues?”

  “We don’t have issues any more. We talked before I released her. If she has something to say, she should have said it the last day when I asked her if she wanted to tell me anything.”

  “Maybe she wasn’t ready then. She’s ready now. Why not have her move into the guesthouse for a couple of days so my crews can get some good shots?”

  At the suggestion of the guesthouse, Ananda and Eagan’s special place, she tensed. Her heart thudded until Eagan spoke.

  “No,” he said.

  She let out a long breath, one that must have been audible, since both Eagan and Phil glanced at her. Ananda sucked in her bottom lip and remained seen, but not heard.

  “Eagan, come on, man. Think of the show.”

  Eagan must have thought about his sanity more. He nudged his friend out of his room. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Right now, I have a contestant to meet. You just use whatever you can pick up on the cameras in the room.” He pointed overhead to illustrate where the cameras were.

  “Don’t take off your mics.”

  “I’ll see what I can do.” Eagan continued pushing the little man to the door.

  “What about that whip thing? Anything to that?”

  Yeah, was there something about Eagan’s abilities with the whip that Ananda should be concerned with now that she was in the top four?

  Eagan slammed the door in Phil’s face and locked it. Ananda swallowed. Now that she was alone with him, she didn’t know how to handle herself. Her body still wanted to have him touch her, stroke her in the way that he could only do to make her feel alive. With the cameras overhead, she understood why she couldn’t just jump his bones.

  Eagan sat in a large, throne-like chair. “Bring that chair over here.” He pointed to a small chair on the other side of the room.

  Dutifully, Ananda carried the lightweight chair to him.

  “Sit. Let’s talk.”

  Ananda sat down and balled her toes into the plush carpet. “I’ll answer anything you ask me.”

  “And I’ll do the same for you.”

  She nodded. “Can I start?”

  “Ladies first.”

  “Did you really have Ophelia chained up to the foot of your bed?” Ananda chewed her lower lip. To chain a woman to the floor brought Ananda back to her original idea of Eagan treating all of the women like pets, like animals, like dogs.

  “Yes and no.” He brushed lint from his pant leg. “I prefer my submissives sleep in the same bed as me. Ophelia felt like she could show more of her devotion by sleeping on the floor to prove her ultimate subservience, and chaining herself. I have no problem with her doing that because it displayed her level of commitment. Anything that exemplifies respect to me, I’m for it.”

  “Do you think she was being respected as a result?” The question came out faster than Ananda had thought about it. But she wanted to know.

  “This occurred inside of my home. What I do here is my business. I didn’t brag to other Doms what I did to Ophelia. Safe, sane, and consensual. I live by that.”

  Ananda wrung her hands together. “What would you expect from your new submissive?”

  A fraction of a smile peeked out from behind Eagan’s stern countenance. “Let’s start with one thing I expect right now.” He stood. “A bath.”

  Eagan stood and motioned for Ananda to follow him. He led her to his bathroom. Without much fanfare, he directed Ananda on how to run his bath water, what temperature he liked and the scented oils to add. Since she had a feeling she would be doing this again soon, and perhaps often, if she won, she paid very close attention to every detail.

  With the bathtub full of lavender-scented water, Ananda took her time in undressing him. “You don’t mind being nude on camera?” she asked after stripping off his shirt while standing in his bedroom.

  “Once you get t
o my pants, we’ll go back into the bathroom. No cameras in there.” He gave her a subtle wink.

  Now down to his slacks, Ananda followed him back into the bathroom. She unfastened his pants and slid them down his legs. Ananda made short work of his boxers, which had been hiding his steadily increasing erection.

  “Put my pants where I showed you and come back to the bathroom.”

  Ananda nodded and carefully folded his garment. By the time she returned to the bathroom, Eagan was already in the bathtub waiting for her. She took a deep breath and sauntered to him.

  Kneeling by the side of the tub, she lathered soft soap into a white washcloth. Before she could touch him, Eagan held her wrist and shook his head.

  “Get undressed and get in here with me.” He stared at her until she made a move.

  Ananda rose from the floor, pulled her dress over her head and stepped into the huge whirlpool bathtub. Eagan spread his legs and allowed her, in a kneeling position, to move in close to him to bathe him.

  “You expect your submissive to do this?” Ananda scrubbed his shoulders and moved the cloth down each arm.

  “And then some.”

  The muscles in his arms twitched under her touch. She wanted so much for them to be around her body right now, holding her.

  “Like what?”

  Eagan cocked his head. “Do you want me to tell you or do you want to experience it?”

  Ananda thought about the prospects for a while. Did she want to be surprised? Or did she want to know like when he told her about anal play?

  “Just a couple of things would be nice to hear.” She wrung out the washcloth and soaped it up again. This time she scrubbed his chest.

  “You already know about the sex.”

  She glanced at him.

  “Just that I want it often.” Eagan must have suspected that they were still being recorded somehow and hedged his answer. “I expect her to play when I want. I expect her to satisfy my every desire, including visual.”

  Her hand stopped. “Meaning?”

  “A dance.”

  Ananda swallowed.

  “Or masturbating in front of me.”

  Her hand made slow, small circles over the planes of his chest.

  “Or masturbate in front of my other Dom friends.”

  She stopped again.

  “Play with another Dom or Domme’s submissive. Masturbate her or him.”

  Ananda moved her hand down his abs. “Would you want me to have sex with another submissive?”

  “If you make it as my submissive, yes, I would expect you do to whatever makes me happy. If seeing you give another submissive oral sex satisfies me, then I would expect you to do it. However, I normally have my slaves do tasks like that.”

  Ananda nodded.

  “I was trained as a Dominant over twenty years ago. The man who trained me has expectations of the lessons which he passed on to me have been properly carried through. If he wants to experience you, see if you’ve learned everything I’ve taught you, including satisfying him, then you’ll do it.”

  Ananda shook her head. “The name of your show shouldn’t be called Love My Way. You should name it Get Your Freak On. I don’t understand how you can sit back and let another man touch the woman you love.”

  “Love to me means I make you happy. Your love should mean the same thing. If you want to make me happy, you’ll do what pleases me. That’s all I expect.”

  “And how would you make me happy?” Her hand dipped down low, touching his hard cock.

  “By giving you wonderful new sensations.” He brought his leg up then slipped it down in the water in between her knees.

  Ananda parted her legs to give him better access.

  She wasn’t sure if his reaction had to do with her, the bath, her touch or the conversation. Maybe it was everything. To feel him getting aroused made her clit throb. She had to get out of the bathtub before she boiled the water.

  “I would give you a lifestyle you’d only dreamed about but never thought possible.” Eagan raised his leg, touching her aching pussy. “I would make you forget about your old ways. Tell me. How did you feel about the anal plug today? Did you enjoy it? Had you ever done anything like that before?”

  She had enjoyed it and she hadn’t done anything like it before. Ananda suspected that Eagan knew that. He knew how to read her body in the short time they’d been together.

  “It felt, um, okay.” She didn’t want to make him too happy by saying that sparks shot off in her head as soon as he slipped it inside of her.

  As soon as his shin touched her labia, Ananda’s body jerked. She closed her eyes and sank into the wonderful sensations of his leg brushing back and forth against her clit.

  Ananda let the washcloth float in the water and slipped her hand around his shaft. She eased her hand up and down the length of him. At the tip, she circled her thumb over the mushroom head.

  “You think they can see us?” she asked in a whisper.

  Eagan shook his head.

  “May I come?”

  He smiled then shook his head.

  Bastard. She shouldn’t have asked. She should have just came and claimed she forgot. However, Eagan had this hold over her now that was inexplicable. The more she wanted to run from this situation, the more her body ached for her to stay.

  Eagan pushed his leg harder into her sex prompting her to pump her fist faster and harder. He gripped the sides of the claw foot tub and reclined his head back. Ananda undulated her hips so that her cunt slid faster along Eagan’s leg.

  As soon as she cupped his balls with her other hand, she felt his body tense. He lowered his leg, then pumped his hips in concert with her hand.

  Eagan released a long growl before his milky cum squirted from his cock and over his stomach. He panted, struggling to regain his normal breathing pattern for a few seconds. After a while, his body settled down into the tub.

  As she obediently washed the jism from his stomach she said, “Hardly seems fair. You just said making me happy makes you happy.” She peered up at him. “So, why couldn’t I come, too?”

  Eagan sat up in the tub and dipped his hand underwater. His fingers sought and found her pussy. While using his other hand to hold her wrist down on the tub’s rim, he slid his middle finger inside of her and created a piston motion.

  Ananda closed her eyes and let the orgasmic heat build in her vagina, ready and waiting for it to explode. She, too, leaned her head back, then slid her legs further apart to get Eagan deeper inside of her.

  “Oh, Eagan,” she said in a hoarse whisper.

  She felt her inner walls tighten around his finger. With her free hand, she cupped her breast, allowing her thumb and index finger to roll her hardened nipple in between them and occasionally squeezing them.

  Damn, she was close. As much as her trapped hand would allow, she curled her fingers and clawed the bathtub. Her body trembled. Ananda was ready to call him Master, Daddy, and whatever else he wanted.

  Just as she was on the cusp of the most electrifying and needed orgasm she’d ever had, Eagan pulled his finger out of her. Ananda brought her head forward and wanted to scream.

  “My submissive’s happiness is always very important to me.” His smug smile couldn’t be blasted off his face. “Finish the bath and go back down to your room. I’ll have a special surprise for you ladies tomorrow.”

  Begrudgingly, Ananda washed the rest of his body, dried him, and dressed him. Eagan kissed her cheek before sending her back downstairs, escorted by Apple.

  “You gave Master Eagan a bath?” Apple asked along the way.

  “Yeah. It was loads of fun.”

  Apple got to the dungeon door. “Consider yourself lucky. He only has us doing his baths for him. He must really like you.”

  Ananda let that statement sink in a bit. After all of his mind games, did he really like her? Love her? No, she was getting too ahead of herself. No man who would allow his woman to be fucked by different people could be capable of love
. Great sex? Of course. But she needed more.

  Ananda sauntered into the dungeon only illuminated by a red overhead light. She felt around the room until she found her platform. After tossing her dress to the floor, she climbed on top of the raised bed and positioned herself on her side.

  She closed her eyes and was barraged with images of Eagan naked in her head. A smile slithered over her face until she felt the platform move behind her. Was someone in her bed?

  Chapter Twenty-One

  “Shhh.” The whispered hiss whizzed by Ananda’s ear. “It’s me. Sunny.”

  Ananda flipped over to her other side. “What are you doing on my bed? You’re supposed to be over there.” Ananda remembered that Eagan assigned her the platform by the door because she kept thinking he wanted her there for a reason.

  “Did you do it? Did you have sex with Master Eagan?” she asked.

  “No.” And technically that wasn’t a lie. Tonight, in his tub, they didn’t have sex. She jerked him off. He made her frustrated.

  “Did you want to?”

  Ananda felt Sunny move closer to her. “Yes, of course. He’s very attractive.” And the fact that she’d fucked him before would remain a secret.

  “I want to. All of the time.” Sunny’s hand coasted from Ananda’s shoulder, down her arm and rested on her hip. “I can’t wait to serve him.”

  “You’re so sure you’re going to win this?” Heat filled Ananda’s face. She’d gotten so close to Eagan. No way would all of her hard work, effort, and heart go to waste.

  “Yes,” Sunny answered simply. “Out of the four of us remaining, I’m the only true submissive.”

  “Shouldn’t that say something to you that Eagan got rid of all of the submissives first? You’re not a ringer. Any of us can win this.”