“You’re not picking either one of us?” Sunny asked.
“That’s not what I said. I want you two to go home for a few days. I want you to be around your family and friends with your collar and mask. I need to see that you want this Lifestyle with me outside of this house. It’s easy to want to do it in the confines of these walls. But how you are on the outside will tell me a lot.” He turned to Sunny. “I know you’re a part of this Lifestyle already, so this shouldn’t be no problem for you.” He turned to Begonia. “I’m concerned about you. The next few days are going to be hard. You think you can handle it?”
Begonia chewed her lower lip, then nodded.
“Good because I’ll be going with you two. Sunny, I’ll go home with you first and be with you for a couple of days.” Then he turned to Begonia. “Then, I’ll meet up with you at your home. Get dressed and ready to leave in about an hour. I have transportation arrangements already made.”
The ladies scampered off to get ready. Eagan turned to go back upstairs.
“Good going, Sherlock. What if this blows up in your face?” Phil asked as he followed Eagan.
“Whoever pops the loudest loses,” he answered simply.
“What if it blows up for both of them?”
“Then I’ll go back to the old fashioned way to find my submissive. I just need to know that they want this as much as they say. Nothing can break a person faster than family.”
“You got that right.” Phil rubbed the back of his neck.
Eagan understood that all as well, too. With this test, he hoped he was doing the right thing. Especially with Begonia.
* * * *
Thankfully, Sunny was a part of the Washington D.C. crowd, so a three-and-a-half hour road trip in the limo was all that was needed to get her home. After a couple of days with her, Eagan would head back down to North Carolina to be with Begonia. It would be interesting to see how both situations played themselves out.
Holding his cell phone to his ear, Eagan listened to a radio station producer rattling off information he thought Eagan would need to do a quick radio interview.
“Gilbert Glump will talk to you about your show and your final two contestants,” the producer said.
“I gathered that.” Eagan finished off a bottle of cool water and set it in a cup holder.
Although the trip had just started, he was already feeling tense. Sunny sat in the seat opposite him and a cameraman sat away from them, filming the action. In her short baby doll dress and sandals, she was dressed comfortably, but looked like she was in pain.
After covering the mouthpiece on his phone, Eagan said, “Are you okay?”
Sunny shook her head. Tugging at her dress collar, she said, “Too many clothes.”
The sleek twenty-passenger limousine cruised onto the interstate. Eagan made sure to close the partition between the driver and the back area.
“Take off your clothes.”
Sunny beamed and wasted no time in stripping off her dress and kicking off her shoes. Of course, she wore nothing underneath.
“You’ll be on in about one minute,” the producer said.
Eagan kept his attention squarely on the naked woman sitting with him. The comfort she had with her nudity and with serving him calmed him. He knew the type of DJ Gilbert Glump was. He raised the bar on the shock jock level. Sitting with Sunny, he had no worries.
“May I make you comfortable, sir?” Without waiting for his answer, she crawled across the floor. The car took a hard turn causing Sunny to wobble a bit, but she made it to Eagan.
Eagan stared at her while she took off his shoes and socks. She placed one foot on her lap and massaged it.
“Today, we have a very popular and controversial figure in the news,” Gilbert proclaimed in his annoying, whiny voice. “Give it up, folks, for Eagan Morton.” Canned applause followed the introduction. “Great of you to join us this morning, Eagan.”
Eagan smiled as Sunny ground her thumbs along the underside of his foot, turning his bones into mush. “Likewise.”
“So tell our listeners what’s up. You’ve got the hit show, Love My Way, going on right now. By the way, I’m loving the show.”
“Thanks, Gilbert. I wasn’t sure about the response, but now that I’m down to the final two, I’m happy with the whole outcome.”
Sunny picked up Eagan’s other foot and gave him the same deep massage. He needed to do all interviews this way.
“By the way, are the rumors true? Did you really punch out Dris Markham? Tell me you knocked some of those big, fake teeth out of his head.”
Eagan chuckled. Although the episode hadn’t aired yet, one of the crewmembers taped the incident on his cell phone and posted it on You Tube. No use denying it. The proof was on the Tube.
“There was a heated moment and tempers flared. I can tell you that to my knowledge, no dental work was needed. But I guess I’ll see what the court papers will say.”
The DJ laughed and so did Sunny. She set his other foot down and crawled between his legs. As soon as she touched his cock through his pants, he grabbed her hand and shook his head. As much as he wanted her to give him a wonderful “happy ending,” he had a job to do right now.
“When you started the show a couple of months ago, did you think that the two women you have now would be the two to be in the final? I mean, who do you have? Sunny and Begonia? Is that right?”
“Yes, the final two are Sunny and Begonia. As a matter of fact, in the next episode you’ll see me with them and their families. I’m in the limo right now heading to Sunny’s home.”
Sunny rested her chin on his knee and gazed at him lovingly. He couldn’t help but to stroke the side of her face.
“Really? Can’t wait to see that. Do you want to talk about the controversy around you picking between a white contestant and a black one? What do you think about that? Does it bother you or do you ignore it all?”
“It bothers me that in this day and age, I’m asked to pick someone to make the world comfortable. That’s not my thing. If I end up choosing Begonia, it’ll be because she’s earned the spot, we feel a connection, and it’s what we both want.”
Sunny sulked back from Eagan at that statement, making him pat the space next to him for her to sit by him. She crawled on the seat and faced him.
“I’ll choose Sunny for that same reason. I don’t see color when I look at these women. I look at their desire and heart.”
“But come on. Be honest. You’re going to pick Sunny, aren’t you? I mean, she’s never been in your bottom two. I think she’s won the most challenges. And she’s got a killer body. I can’t wait to see what’s under her mask.”
Truth be told, neither could Eagan. A part of him wanted her to take the mask off right now.
“I can’t say that Sunny is going to win.” He glanced at her. “To be very honest, it’s a tight race. Begonia started off rough, but she’s really shown a lot of promise. You all will know who I pick when the live show airs in a couple of weeks.”
“Oh! Look at who we have on the phone with us now. It’s feminist attorney, Judith McClowan. What would you like to say to Eagan Morton?”
Eagan rolled his eyes. He hoped beyond hope that this was a radio bit. But he had a feeling that the real Judith McClowan was on the phone ready to tear him a new one. Seemed like she made him her personal whipping boy in the press since he started his show.
“Thank you, Gilbert.”
Nope. Not a bit. It was the real deal.
“Mr. Morton, I just want to say how your lifestyle and behavior have turned the feminist movement back over one hundred years.”
“Gilbert, will you call Guinness for me? Within the last two months, I’ve managed to turn back time in regards to slavery and women’s rights.”
A laugh track played after his retort.
“Judith, I’ve done nothing to demean these women or myself. This is a chosen Lifestyle. None of these women were coerced into coming on the show or even paid to do it
. It’s a contest like any other. So instead of paying attention to my life, why don’t you go out and get one of your own?”
Hoots and whistles followed his statement.
“You’re promoting violence against women.”
“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! How are you figuring that? I haven’t caned or whipped anyone who said they didn’t want it. Go back to the infamous caning episode. Both Poppy and Daisy refused to do the caning and I didn’t force them. Safe, sane, and consensual. I live by that, Judith. If anything, I’m bringing to the forefront a lifestyle that, quite frankly, is misunderstood and misrepresented in the media. Spend your time and energy going after pedophiles. Help stop hate crimes and gay bashing. Be an advocate for young girls wanting to get into science or the arts. But, for God’s sake, stop coming after me like I’m the Antichrist. I’m with reasonable thinking adults and I’m trained very well in what I do. If you don’t like my show, watch something else.”
“It’s not that simple, Mr. Morton.”
“It isn’t? Why is that, Judith? Is that because deep down you enjoy what you’re seeing?”
Eagan heard her sputtering. “W-w-why, no. That’s ridiculous.”
“Tell me how your body reacted when you watched the caning show? Did your nipples get hard?”
“Mr. Morton, please.” Indignation may have been the undercurrent of Judith’s statement, but Eagan could hear curiosity in her voice as well.
“Yeah, man,” Glump began. “This is a morning show. Little kiddies may be listening. Now talk about Judith’s nipples again.”
“I know exactly what you need, Judith.” Eagan stroked Sunny’s smooth thigh.
“Oh yes? And what would that be?”
“Your uptight, uh, self needs a little anal play. I have various shaped anal plugs that I could use on you. Open you right up.”
A click sounded. Eagan smiled at his small victory.
“Uh, Ms. McClowan? Hello?” Glump played a laugh track. “Guess we got disconnected. You know how unreliable those attorney’s phone lines are.”
“Thanks for the interview, Gilbert. Watch my show every Saturday night at eleven on Cine-tastic.” Eagan disconnected the call.
“Bad interview?” Sunny asked.
Eagan shook his head. “Good interview. Bad woman.” Eagan reached down by his feet and picked up a black bag. “Tell me, Sunny, do you feel like I’m holding you here against your will?” He unzipped the bag and pulled out a battery-operated neck massager that he certainly didn’t use in that manner.
Sunny licked her lips before answering. “No. I’m here of my own free will. I want to be with you.”
Eagan covered the round head with a latex covering. “Lay across my lap on your back.”
Sunny crawled over his lap, her ass in the air. Then she rolled onto her back, her head resting on his thigh and the small of her back on his other thigh. As soon as he clicked on the device, Sunny’s nipples got so hard, they looked freakishly large. Eagan should have put a towel under her, but the moment hit him to play with her now.
“Don’t forget. You can’t come.”
Sunny nodded. The feat seemed easier agreed upon than done. As soon as Eagan pressed the vibrating head to her clit, Sunny’s body arched off of his lap. To hold her steady and arouse her more, Eagan massaged her breast as he continued his assault on her pussy.
“You want me to stop?” he asked.
Sunny’s eyes were closed. She gritted her teeth and balled her hands into fists, which she occasionally used to hit his shoulder and arm.
“N-n-no, sir.”
Sunny braced one foot on the floor of the limo. The other draped across the back of the seat. Eagan twirled his wrist around to maximize her pleasure. Hearing her moan and cry accelerated his pulse. Judith McClowan had his lifestyle all wrong. If she could watch this, then she wouldn’t criticize him. BDSM was more about sensations than pain.
“Please! Please! No more! I want to come. Master Eagan, please let me come.”
As quickly as the fun started, Eagan stopped. He set the device down and stroked his hand down her body, between her breasts and to her pussy.
“I’m going to do that to you every thirty minutes. Each time you can’t come, understand?”
“Oh God! I won’t make it to D.C. You’re going to kill me by then.”
Eagan laughed. He had a feeling this would be a fun trip. He hoped going home with Begonia would be this way also. Something inside of him told him it wouldn’t.
* * * *
Ananda stared deep into Eagan’s eyes as he held onto her shoulders. It felt odd standing in her childhood bedroom with the biggest producer in Hollywood today. Right now, he wasn’t that man. Today, he was the man she truly wanted to build a future with. Staring into his eyes, though, didn’t help to calm her raging heartbeat.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
Ananda broke her gaze for a moment to glance outside the door where her family and friends were. Then she returned her attention to Eagan.
“Honestly? I don’t know.” She fidgeted in her spot. “I’m scared.”
Eagan nodded. “It’s a scary thing what you’re doing. You’re coming out to your family and friends that you want to be a part of this Lifestyle. You want to be my submissive.” He moved in closer to her. “Is that what you truly want, Begonia?”
“At a time like this, I wish you would call me by my real name.” She wrung her hands.
Eagan stroked her cheek and chin. His touch soothed her, if only for a moment. “I want that, too, but—” He peered up at the looming cameras. “— it would be against the rules.”
“Where’s that gal at?” Ananda heard her mother exclaim.
Ananda struggled to catch her breath as sweat poured from her face. The mask never felt as hot as it did today.
“I have to go and help make dinner.” She took his hand and led him out of the bedroom, but quickly broke the grasp as soon as they hit the dining room. The majority of her family members gathered in the living room and they hadn’t seen her in the mask yet. “Make yourself at home,” she said to Eagan. “I’ll be in the kitchen.”
Without waiting for a response from Eagan, Ananda disappeared into the kitchen. She felt as though she were being watched. Turning to the side, she caught Darnell leaning on the counter.
“I still can’t get used to you looking all freaky.” Darnell shook his head.
“It’s just a mask.” Ananda lowered the heat to the boiling pasta. “And don’t talk too loud. Eagan Morton is right in the other room. I’m sure he can hear you.”
“I don’t care about him.” Darnell sashayed to Ananda. “And that phat ass necklace. Don’t forget that.” Darnell attempted to touch it, but Ananda swatted his hand away.
“I’ve worn this for so long it’s become a part of me.” Plus, at this point, the collar started to have a new meaning for her. It was no longer an act for her. Being submissive to Eagan felt good.
“Touchy.” Darnell screwed up his lips, then turned to the camera. “She wasn’t this sensitive about jewelry before she left. Then again, there were a lot of things she wasn’t into before she left.”
“Such as?” the female cameraperson asked.
Ananda hoped Darnell caught her giving him the “look of death.” She squinted her eyes at him needing him to keep his mouth closed for a change about what she wanted to do in this competition before she got to the show. Things changed. People changed.
“I’ve been watching the show.” Darnell picked at his manicured fingernails. “I can’t believe she licked that girl’s titty. Girl, I didn’t know you swung that way.” He playfully slapped her arm.
“Shh!” Ananda caught her mother walking into the kitchen.
“Don’t hush up because I’m here.” Her mother stared at her in the mask and shook her head. “It’s like Halloween in this house.” She reached for the mask. “Take this off.”
Ananda jerked back. “No. I need to wear it for the show I’m on.” She nodded towa
rd the camera. “She’s filming me. And that’s why Eagan Morton is here.”
Ananda turned off the stove and drained the spaghetti noodles.
“You are not wearing this to the dinner table. I have Reverend Bailey coming to dinner tonight.”
Ananda swallowed. This was a man who had seen her since she was a baby. He’d watched her grow up and knew she had dreams of becoming a dancer. What would happen if he and her mother knew what she was doing now? Her hands shook as she poured the noodles into a bowl.
“Reverend Bailey will be here? Can’t wait to see him again,” she lied. “And Mama, don’t forget that you can’t call me by my name here.”
Her mother screwed up her face.
“Another part of the show I’m on.”
“I definitely don’t like that. I chose your name and I’m going to call you that.” Her mother put her fist to her hip. Not a good sign.
Ananda bounded into the empty dining room, catching Eagan talking with Ananda’s cousins. He gave her a knowing wink before resuming his conversation. Somehow that little acknowledgement took away some of her fears about confronting her mother. She set the bowl on the table, then went back in to get the bowl of sauce and warmed crusty bread.
“You’re not meeting the reverend in that thing. And where did you get this necklace? Looks expensive.” Just like Darnell, she attempted to touch it, causing Ananda to recoil.
“Mast—” She stopped herself from calling him Master Eagan in front of her mother. “He gave it to me. I’m sure it is expensive. It’s a part of the show, too.” Ananda returned to the kitchen to get drinks. Where was that big bottle of red wine that her mother kept for special occasions?
“Yeah, sometimes that mask and collar are all Begonia needs for the show.” Darnell snickered.
“Who’s Begonia? What does he mean by that?”
Ananda felt her mother’s curiosity and anger building. “You know Darnell. He’s just being funny.”
“I’m not laughing.”
Ananda heard her aunts, uncles, and cousins filtering into the dining room. Out of all of the tests Eagan put them through, this, by far, had to be the toughest. Why did he have to send her home and with him? It was bad enough she had to face her family with this new Lifestyle. Did Eagan have to watch?
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