by Haley Monroe
“You’re a great guy, just not the one for me.” I turned the knob and pulled open the door but Dale didn’t move towards it. His hands lifted into his hair and he pulled back. The action tightened his already strained face and his cheeks grew red with anger.
“No, you can’t.” He spit the words towards me and his eyes looked murky as they searched my face for some weakness that would make me change my mind. Only, I wasn’t going to. There was no weakness to be found or preyed upon. I had been thinking about breaking up with him for a while now. I just hadn’t had the energy to execute the plan until now. He was pleading with me not to make this decision, but it was already done.
“But I am.” My hand waved out to indicate he should leave and he took two steps towards me but stopped again. “Please don’t make this harder than it already is, Dale. You’ll find a woman much more suited to you than I am. I promise you will.”
Finally, he deflated with what I thought was defeat, but quickly inhaled a heavy breath and pushed forward. “Will you call me later, if you change your mind? You know, if I give you some time to really think it over and give you a chance to miss what we have?” My eyes felt wide as I listened to his rambling. How could he have not known how bored I was with the sort of relationship that we had? If he thought I’d been happy, then he was worse off than I thought. The fact that I’d never orgasmed when we were together should have been the first red flag in a sea of many waving in his face and mine. I know not all women get off during intercourse, but all those bad boys I’d been fucking sure knew to take the time and find a way to make me scream their names while in the sack.
I’m not so shallow as to say that sex is everything in a relationship, but I do feel that I need a physical connection with someone before I can invest in an emotional one. Even if it’s lust at first sight, at least that was some kind of connection. I laughed lightly again at his absurd suggestion.
“Sure Dale, whatever.” I was lying, I wouldn’t call because I wouldn’t miss what “we had.” But I had to say something to get him out of my apartment. His head bobbed up and down like he understood but I could see that he didn’t. “I’ll take some time to think it over a little more, but don’t get your hopes up, okay?”
“I won’t Jemma, I know you’ll come around.” I shook my head in disbelief, he really wasn’t getting the message but his feet started to move and he met me at the door. His arms encircled me and gave me what I hoped would be our last hug. “I’ll miss you until you call, asking for me to come back.” He patted my shoulder like some weird high school teacher who had trouble saying goodbye to their favorite students.
I didn’t speak because I was afraid of what he would misinterpret next. I pulled my body back out of his reach and tucked the door close to my frame. Blocking my body with the hollow wood and leaving the space wide open for him to exit. I looked down at the floor and waited for him to leave.
As soon as his feet crossed the threshold, I slammed the door behind him and flicked the deadbolt into the locked position. My body’s weight sagged against the door with the relief that he was finally gone. I picked up my cell phone and dialed my sister Steph. She answered on the fourth ring with heavy breathing.
“What?” Her voice was heavy with lust that I hadn’t caused and annoyance that was all for me. I assumed I had caught her in the middle of one of her sexual escapades.
“I broke up with Dale.” Heavy moaning joined Steph’s sharp gasp before she replied.
“Good for you,” the sound of a hand smacking the fleshy part of an ass interrupted her words. She yelped and then giggled. “Wait, it’s my sister.” She was speaking away from the phone but came back to me shortly. “So, why are you calling me?”
“I’m ready to have the kind of relationship that you have. Will you take me to the club this weekend?” I pinched the bridge of my nose as I waited for her to answer. My sister was deeply into the super kinky lifestyle of D/s. She didn’t have a boyfriend or random lovers, she had a Master instead. The man was intimidating to say the least. I only met him a handful of times but he really knew how to make my sister happy and I wanted a chance at that kind of happiness.
It all seemed like magic to me. He commanded and she obeyed. Yet the combination brought them both pleasure. Steph had talked about “Sub space” more than once. She cooed over how his domination was like a drug and when she obeyed his every command she got high. Sub space was her reward for being his “good little fuck toy.” Just her repeating her Dom’s words had given me tingles I hadn’t felt before.
She described subspace as a hazy, out of body experience where every touch felt ten times better and every sound made her feel like she was in heaven. It was while she was under his masterful trance that she gave up everything she had, her control, her stresses. Everything, while trusting him to make the right choices for her body. I ached to know what that was like, even if the “how to get there,” scared the fuck out of me.
The stories about her sex life with Travis, her Dom or Master, that she had shared with me, always made my cheeks flush and my pussy tickle. Hell, her stories alone were hotter than having actual sex with Dale. I pouted at the thought, that was pretty fucking sad.
“Yeah, I’ll take you if you want. Ow!” She piped and I wished I could see what was happening on the other end of the line. Steph and I weren’t blood sisters but it didn’t make my wish to see what was happening any less weird. My dad had married her mom when I was five and she was six. We were so close in age that it was like having a live in best friend instead of a stepsister. We shared everything, and fought over everything, but nothing could break the bond between us.
“Tell her.” Travis’s deep voice sounded muffled behind Steph’s gulps and gasps but it still made me cross my legs. My body was responding way more to his one command, not even meant for me, than it had when Dale was sucking on my pussy lips.
“Actually,” She started. “Travis has a Dom friend that’s looking for someone special. He’s a great guy and really fucking hot. Eep!” Her squeak came after another round of smacking sounds. Then she laughed. “I know you’ll really like him, Jemma. What do you say?”
“I’m not looking to get set up again, Steph.” I laid back on my couch and my hand traced up and down my thighs. If only I could hear a little more of Steph’s Master’s voice maybe I could get off tonight and actually get a good night’s rest for once. “I just want to check out the club you’re always going to and see if that sort of thing is what I’m missing in my life.” I could hear a very masculine moan coming from my sister’s side of the line and the sounds made my body hot. I swallowed tightly and brushed my fingers over my pussy lips. A shiver rolled down my spine to tangle with the tingles buzzing along my crotch.
“Don’t be stupid,” Her voice scared me and I remembered I was still on the phone with her. “You know this is exactly what’s missing from your life and your fucking relationships. We’re too much alike, Jem. I see the way your eyes get all big and googley, when I talk about Travis and the shit he makes me do. You’re only fooling yourself if you think you don’t want this.” I knew she was right, I just didn’t know if I was ready to admit to myself that I was as kinky as my sister.
“Get off the phone,” I could hear Travis again and I pressed the phone closer to my ear to hear him better. “And suck my cock. You perfectly, filthy, little slut.” I press my lips together in hopes Steph wouldn’t hear how heavy my breathing was getting. My eyes closed and I tried to imagine someone else saying that to me. Steph’s laugh interrupted my hopeful daydream.
“Sorry. I gotta go. I’ll call you in the morning to talk about when we’ll set up the double date.”
“No, wait!” I rolled my eyes feeling like I was sounding just as pathetic as Dale. “No double date. Just a night at the club.”
“I’ll see what Travis thinks. Buh bye now.” She sang to me and then the line went dead.
I dropped my phone onto my chest and rolled my head side to side. Cracking
my neck as I prepared to fuck myself. I hadn’t gotten off in so long. It was like my body was broken or rebelling against me. No matter how turned on I got, there was something missing. Some secret little trick that was keeping me from getting off and it was keeping me in a frustrated and grumpy state. Could it be a little D/s was that secret trick? Travis’ commands had made me hotter than I’d been in a long, long time.
My fingers pinched and pulled at my clit, the reaction in my body was a pleasant vibration of arousal. I moaned as my finger swirled around the nub of my hot button. I wanted to come already, not spend half an hour fingers deep in my pussy. I was as sick of trying to get myself off as I was of being with Dale. Masturbating was now a chore instead of a fun way to relax myself.
I slipped a finger into my pussy and worked it in and out hurriedly. My wrist started to get tired and I groaned, already fed up with my stupid body. I removed my hand and sat up so quickly that my phone flung to the floor. I left it there to go shower and when I was finished I crawled into bed to sleep off this shit-tastic day.
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A Daddy for Christmas
“How could I have let this happen?” My head dropped into my hands and my stomach rolled with nausea. I let the heels of my hands stab into my swollen, over tired eyes. “Again.” An annoying pinging sound was bouncing around my brain and growing louder and louder by the second.
“When will you learn, Brook? Seriously? You can’t go out drinking all night, spending your rent money and expect me to still let you live here. I let it slide when you missed July’s rent and gave you leeway with August but I can’t do it again this month. I just can’t. I’m sorry but you’ve forced me to do this.” Rose began rubbing my back in a motion that should have been soothing but it was having the opposite effect on me right now. I swiped my hand backwards to push her away.
“You’re already kicking me out. I don’t need you to give me a guilt trip too, okay?” I pushed myself off the ugly couch covered in a faded flower pattern and looked back at my soon to be ex-roommate.
“Look, it’s not my fault you can’t keep a job or remember to pay your half of the rent. I’ve done all I can do for you. I’m not trying to guilt trip you or whatever but I need a roommate to help me with the bills. If I could do it by myself, I wouldn’t have posted an ad looking for someone in the first place.” I rolled my eyes as she leaned back into the ugly couch and crossed her perfect legs. “I’ll give you till the end of the week, September 1st at the latest, but then you have to go, so I can get someone in here who will actually pay their half of the rent.”
“The end of the week?” I scoffed. Today was already Wednesday, which meant she expected me to find a new place to live and move out of here in four fucking days. “Generous of you, Rose. Really.” I watched as she picked an invisible piece of lint off her grey skirt.
“You’re welcome to leave now, if you’d like.” She snarked at me with a straight face, making me turn on my heels to avoid screaming at her. I bit into my cheek as I stomped down the hallway to my bedroom and slammed the door behind me. “Seriously?” Her yell was muffled by the door but that didn’t stop me from flicking off the solid wood door and making a face that she couldn’t see.
Yeah, so I hadn’t paid my rent on time since I moved in, but I did pay it. Except for the last three months. I’d meant to, honestly, but my dumb ass had gone shopping with my friends from college and then out to lunch and next thing I knew we were at a club and I had spent all my rent money. Again.
All my friends were married now with careers not just jobs, and starting little perfect families that they rubbed in my face and forced me to whisper faked “ohh’s” and “ahh’s”. They didn’t live paycheck to paycheck anymore like I did, and when I’m with them I get so swept up in all the lies I’ve told them that I end up spending money like the version of me I invented can afford. Then the real me, the broke twenty-eight-year-old who gets fired from every job she gets, pays the price.
I don’t blame Rose for kicking me out, not really. She isn’t the first and probably won’t be the last roommate to drop me on my ass. My parents had started the domino affect by spoiling me as a child and then apologizing for doing so while they shoved the notion to grow up in my face. They had pulled the comfort cushion right out from under me and watched me flounder in a sea of unheard of responsibilities. I’d been drowning ever since and no one would throw me a life saver.
It’s not that I’m stupid, because I’m not. I’m actually very well educated. It’s just that I don’t “apply myself.” Whatever the fuck that’s supposed to mean. My parents paid for me to go to a very prestigious school, where I partied like an animal and still passed all my classes with high marks. I graduated and found that school was kind of where I wanted to stay. I wasn’t ready to let go of being young and having fun just to exchange it for hours and hours of doing something I hated to save money for when I was planning to die. I tried to convince my Mother and Father that I needed to go back to school and pick another major but they made it clear they wouldn’t pay for me to make being a student my career.
It sounds stupid when I say it out loud, but I just want to be a trophy wife for some rich doctor or lawyer, someone like that, you know? I needed someone in my life who would just be happy with me lounging around the pool looking pretty or prancing around our twenty-five thousand square foot mansion without actually having to do anything other than blow him a couple times a week and tell him he is the only king of my universe. Maybe not a husband but a sugar daddy, at least. I’m not a gold digger though, I’m just lazy. Clinically lazy, like it was a real problem that I didn’t know how to fix.
I laid across my bed on my belly and opened my laptop. There are always people looking for roommates but not everyone is someone you’d want to live with. I’ve gotten really good at finding the weirdos. Not finding and avoiding them, mind you, they are normally the ones I end up living with. Like Rose for example. Her house had been left to her from her grandmother and when the old bat died, Rose didn’t bother to buy new furniture or update the place. The kitchen was covered in that dingy yellow tile and rooster wallpaper that everyone had in the seventies, while the bathroom was a sick Pepto-Bismol pink. Honestly, I’m shocked she didn’t have plastic covering the couches in the living room.
I scrolled through the new listings and so far, it was more of the same ol’ same ol’. Coo-key stoner looking for a bunk mate, med student undergrad looking for someone to cook for them in the rare chance they’d be home for dinner. This time I needed something that stood out, something a little different than what I normally looked for. I didn’t want to live with another Rose. Ms. Prime and Proper, always on my ass about how I dress like a hooker and reminding me all the time that cussing isn’t very lady like. Well, when I give a shit, I’ll stop cussing, but until then, fuck, fuck, fucking fuck.
I should have probably been looking for a new job before I searched for a new apartment but for me jobs came as easily as they went, living quarters were a bit trickier. My resume kicked ass, lots of experience in many subjects, and I always nail all my interviews. That is never the problem. If getting jobs were a Guinness book world record category, you’d be looking at the title holder.
I bit on the tip of my acrylic nail and continued to skim through the rest of the classifieds. One jumped out at me, normally I live with females and that has always ended up badly. This one read,
“Single, middle aged man seeking a Single, open minded female housemate who is capable of moving in immediately. I travel often for business and am looking for someone who’s capable of taking care of the place while I’m away and who’ll allow me to take care of them when I am home. If interested, call 569-2929 for more details.”
Short and sweet, kind of. It seemed simple enough, I wondered if I could possibly talk him into paying me to live there while “taking care of the place.” That would be the mega-jackpot. I pulled myself
up to crisscross my legs on the mattress and yanked my cell phone from the cup of my bra to dial the number given.
“Grayson Berk,” A very deep, masculine voice answered. You know how some men just have that kind of voice that gets your pussy wet when you hear it? Like it’s just the right timber to send your libido into fucking overdrive? Grayson Berk had one of those voices. It made me sit up straighter as tingles raced under my skin, all of them buzzing straight down to pussy.
“Hi, um, my name is Brook Lawson and I’m calling about the ad online for a roommate? I was wondering if you were still looking?” I tried not to sound too hopeful but a roommate who wouldn’t actually be in the house all the time sounded incredible. I was a little concerned that he might be a serial killer with the wanting to take care of someone while he was home part, but at this point I was desperate for something I could move into right away.
“I am.” His short answers weren’t providing much to go on but I pushed forward anyway.
“Would it be possible for me to meet you, view the place and talk about how soon you are looking for someone to move in?” My nail found its way back between my teeth and I chewed on the tip nervously.
“No,” He gave a slight pause and I held my breath, waiting to say ‘Gees, thanks anyway dingwit,” and hang up to continue my search but he continued. “I’m out of town currently and won’t be home for another two weeks. I could set up a time for my secretary, Mrs. Thompson, to show you around the property and have you sign a lease if the terms are feasible for you. I’d like for someone to move in as soon as possible.”
“Oh!” I blew out my breath and tried to keep my voice calm. “That would be great. I can be reached anytime at the number I’ve dialed from. I’m also looking to find a place as soon as possible so that sounds like a great fit.”
“You can meet with her tomorrow at fifteen Secret Lake Lane in Blightenwood, New Jersey, ten A.M. should work well for her.” My nose wrinkled at the fact that he didn’t ask me if tomorrow would work with my schedule but I blew it off since I really needed to find a new place. “If that time doesn’t work for her, I’ll have her call you to reschedule. Good night, Ms. Lawson.”