by Mia Moore
Chapter 1: Nick
The evening with Lotus was everything I had expected it to be-dull. She’d done a good job in managing the club in the last couple of months, but as a sexual partner, she was too predictable. If it hadn’t been for her catty little remark about Cerise and Ginger’s outfits, I wouldn’t have bothered. Lotus could be a bitch and she needed to be put in her place.
For other men, Lotus would be a Dom’s dream. A beautiful, exotic Asian woman strapped to the St. Andrew’s cross wanting to be punished-the harder the better. It’s how she got off. Sometimes I think she tried to push my buttons so I’d put her there and punish her. Yeah, topping from the bottom. She’s such a manipulative bitch, it’s no wonder the other staff dislike her. But she wasn’t going to get away with that shit with Cerise.
Dev and I had chosen Cerise exactly because she was innocent and open. There were no hidden agendas. She needed money, was willingly to do what she needed to get it and more importantly, didn’t seem to have a notion of how appealing she really was. With her deep brown eyes set in a flawless olive complexion and long dark hair, she could be a model. Well, maybe not, her boobs and ass are too big. No, models by and large are long and lean, almost boyish in their emaciation and lack of curves.
I watched and felt the cotton bedspread rise at my hips. ‘Sunday Mornings Coming Down’ for me, were usually Sunday mornings rising up, especially after a night at Eros Inc. Thoughts of my new manager, Cerise were definitely having an effect. Picturing her in the red corset, her leaving with Dev and Ginger and what probably happened after was causing me to ooze a little.
Enough of this. I glanced at the clock next to the bed. It was almost noon. I had some paperwork to do for work and besides Cerise would be busy this afternoon. She had said she wanted to get some things from her old apartment and there would be further lessons with Ginger. But tonight, I would pursue my earlier train of thought. I sat up in bed and took my cell phone from the night table to send her a text message.
Cerise,
I will be at your apartment at seven tonight for dinner and entertainment. The kitchen staff know my favorite dishes, for you to serve me. Ask Ginger for advice on an appropriate outfit for a Submissive to wear while serving her Master.
Sir
I hit send and paused before leaving the bed. Was I going down the same path as I had with Janice? She’d captivated my imagination in the same way as Cerise. And that hadn’t worked out too well, had it? She had totally misread my intentions—falling in love, with designs of becoming my wife and business partner. As a business partner, she’d been great. But as a wife… Sure she was smart and beautiful and anticipated my every need. But there had been something about her that hadn’t rung true.
Maybe it was that night coming home from the theatre. I should never have given in to her insistence on driving us home. That family of raccoons crossing the road. She could have braked the car but she’d swerved and sped up deliberately, to hit them. The look in her eyes afterward was repulsive. Killing defenseless animals on purpose and actually giggling about it. No, that was not the kind of woman to plan a future with.
Did she really have a high school sweetheart she was going to marry or was that just a story to save face? When I had answered her questions about our future together, she had cried and carried on. No, the high school guy was probably a lie. But where was she now? It was strange that she hadn’t even sent me a note or photo, even to try to hurt me or make me jealous.
Oh well. I wasn’t ready for marriage anyway. Not for a few more years at least. And the woman I would marry would be kind, not just beautiful and smart. She would be my equal everywhere but in the bedroom.
Chapter 2: Mason
I was on the phone with Ginger when the text message came through. She had agreed to get together with me for a few hours in the afternoon when I returned from my errand. I hung up and my breath caught in my throat when I read Nick’s message. The tone of his message, so matter of fact and commanding, shot a thrill of pleasure down my stomach to my clit. Sir would be paying me a visit and I would serve him. And he’d mentioned entertainment, so it wasn’t just going to be dinner I would be serving. The thought made my body tingle.
So the thing with Lotus must not have meant that much to him, an encounter as casual as having lunch. Lotus was probably hoping for more but that was her tough luck. Serves the bitch right for the snotty remark about the corsets Nick had sent to me and Ginger.
My feet barely hit the floor as I floated into the bathroom to shower and dress. There were only a couple of hours to get downtown, get my things from the apartment and visit the florists to replace the broken rose before I would meet with Ginger.
I put lipstick on and dashed out the door of the apartment, almost forgetting to lock it in my excitement. I hummed a song in the elevator on my way to the second floor and my office. My office, yes, even though Lotus would still be using it for a couple of weeks. I unlocked the door and went inside, scowling once more at the dreadful color on the walls. There had to be a staff listing somewhere, so I could call for the driver to take me downtown. Aha. Tucked under the telephone.
I dialed the number and asked for a car to be ready in five minutes to pick me up at the front. Sitting in the black upholstered chair behind the desk, I tested it for comfort before looking down at the wooden drawers on each side. The corner of a red file folder peeked out above the top of the largest drawer as if whoever had placed it in the cabinet had been in a hurry. I pushed on it to slide it down into the drawer but it wouldn’t budge. When I pulled it however it slid upward enough to see the label on it. Cerise Morgan.
My eyes narrowed looking at it. This was fast to have personnel file already created about me and if confidentiality was so important why would part of it be exposed like this? True, the only other people with a master key were the owners but what if there was a break in? I shook my head. Maybe I was looking for anything negative I could find against Lotus. Of course, it made sense that she would have created a personnel file right away.
I slipped my key into the lock and opened the drawer. It was my file after all and I was entitled to see what was in it--probably just a copy of the Agreements I had signed. I opened it and laid it down on the desk. My head dropped closer to the papers and my mouth opened looking at the top document. It was a letter from Dev, on Northern Dynamics letterhead, addressed to Lotus, marked ‘Confidential’. One paragraph in particular caught my attention.
‘Please advise me personally, when you have completed the background investigation on Cerise Morgan. In light of the incidents that occurred when Janice was Manager, we wish to avoid the same situation. I fear that my partner’s judgment in selecting the new Manager candidate may have been compromised, once again. The one positive element in the Administration of the club is the fact that you have elected to remain as Comptroller and can quickly learn if funds are being squandered or misappropriated.’
Of course it stood to reason that a credit check would be done, but a more extensive background check? I didn’t remember authorizing that. How deep into my history would they dig? Sure I was an honors student in college but high school had been another matter. I had been a handful for my straight-laced, religious mother to deal with. And of course, Juvie records were sealed.
There was a knock at the door and I tensed, quickly putting the file back, closing and locking the drawer again.
“Yes?” I rose from the chair and walked to the door.
When I opened it I breathed an inner sigh of relief seeing Eric, the Food and Beverage Manager.
“Sorry Cerise, but Mason’s got the car out front and is waiting for you. He’s covering for the regular driver.” Eric was wearing tight, frayed blue jeans, one hand behind him in the back pocket. The muscles in his chest and arms pressed against the white cotton shirt open at the collar revealing a gold chain around his neck.
“That’s okay. I was just on my way down anyway. What are you doing in here? It’s Sunday.” I t
urned and locked the door before following him to the stairs. The view from the back was as appealing as the front one with the tight jeans hugging a firm ass and slim hips.
“I just popped in for an hour to check the bar stock against the receipts. Just an audit I do every so often. Did you enjoy yourself last night?” He turned to face me, a broad smile on his dark face.
“Yes and that reminds me, I wanted to compliment you on the dinner and wine. Everything was wonderful.” We stopped at the bottom of the stairs.
“Thanks. I’m lucky to have a great chef and staff in the kitchen. Glad you enjoyed it. And at the risk of being out of line with the new boss, you looked hot last night.” His eyes had become serious, staring into mine.
I looked away and bit my lower lip. God, he was handsome. Those soft, chocolate eyes and full upturned lips were an invitation for delicious trouble, fulfilling another fantasy—doing it with a black man. My cheeks became hot, feeling his eyes on me.
“Thanks. Wearing a corset was new for me. I’d better get going, Mason’s waiting.” I smiled at him and hurried to the front door. I turned as I opened it and … not surprising, he was still watching me. If I hadn’t met Nick first, I may have taken him up on what he was obviously offering.
The fresh air was exhilarating and I hurried down the front steps. With all the attention and admiration I’d received since coming to Eros Inc., I’d never felt so alive and sexual.
Mason was sitting in a dark Lincoln Town Car and appeared to be reading. I crossed in front of the car and surprised him when I opened the car door across from him. His eyes widened for a moment before he put what looked like a textbook, on the seat next to him.
I couldn’t help noticing the tattoos on his bare arm as he reached forward to start the engine. “You should be in the backseat, y’know.” His eyebrows were pulled together when he shot a look at me, his lips lifted at one side in a smartass smirk.
“Why? Because I’m the Manager and you’re my driver? Is that the protocol?” I returned his smirk, shaking my head. Riding in the back seat like the Lady of the Manor would be pretentious. That was not who I was and it was important that people realized it upfront.
“Suit yourself.” He pulled out of the driveway onto the main street.
We drove for a few blocks in a silence that morphed into a presence sitting between us. I turned my head ostensibly to look at the street, and could see the muscle in his jaw clenched tight, his eyes staring straight ahead. His back was ramrod stiff pressed against the seat, arms straight and hands gripping the steering wheel.
“What book are you reading?” I picked up the heavy textbook laying on the seat beside him. It was a Pilot’s Manual- Volume One. “You’re studying to be a pilot?”
He scowled and turned to take the book from my hand. “Yeah.”
“Hey, don’t get all pissy. I was just trying to strike up a conversation—get to know you better.” What was with this guy? He’d seemed friendly enough when I met him and now he was giving me the cold shoulder?
“Look, I work for you and I do a good job when I’m there, despite whatever you may have heard. I have no dreams of ever advancing at Eros Inc. I’m not a lifer there. My private life is my own business.” He glanced in the rear view mirror and slowed down. “Shit.”
A short, sharp bleep sounded and he pulled the car over to the curb. I glanced behind me and saw the flashing top light of a white police car behind us.
Mason hit a button and his window slid down when the officer approached.
“May I see your driver’s license and ownership?” The officer bent slightly and scrutinized Mason and then me.
I watched as Mason leaned to the side reaching into the back pocket of his jeans. “The ownership’s in the glove box, Cerise. Would you get it out?”
I handed it to him. Why did he look so nervous? Maybe he’d been going a little fast but it would just mean a ticket. What was the big deal?
“You were going ninety in a sixty zone. Stay here. I’ll be right back.” The police officer took the two documents and left.
“Look, if you get a ticket, the club will pay for it. It’s probably my fault that you were speeding. I distracted you while you were driving. It’s no problem.” I reached across to pat his arm and his eyes left the rear view mirror, shooting daggers at me. What was his problem? Sure, it’s annoying to get stopped by the cops and get a speeding ticket but his reaction was way beyond annoyed.
“You don’t understand.” He raised his hand and rubbed his forehead before turning to look out his window.
Well, I guess that was that. No more conversation required or wanted. When the police officer returned with the ownership and license he also handed Mason a traffic ticket with the admonition to slow down.
As Mason handed me the ownership I snatched the traffic ticket from his hand as well and slipped it into my purse. I’d had enough of his surly manner. We were getting close to the downtown and I gave him the address. That was all he was getting from me, conversation wise.
He’d said that he was a good employee no matter what I had heard. But Lotus had given me the impression that he was working out well and given her disposition, that would be rare praise. Did his mood have anything to do with Eric doing an audit on the stock?
Chapter 3: Sir, My Every Wish
Ginger selected a white lace corset with matching stockings and impossibly high stilettos for my evening with Nick. The kitchen had sent up veal Marcela with fettuccini in clam sauce and a bottle of Cabernet Merlot wine. I had set the table and lit a candle. Now there was nothing to do but wait for Sir’s arrival.
My ass was tender from Ginger’s lessons in the afternoon and I sat forward on the sofa to take some pressure off. I gazed into the flames of the fireplace recalling how she had secured me to the spanking bench. She had given me a taste of every type of flogger; she was right about the cane. It had stung the worst. I’m not sure if I would have liked the beating on its own, but she had interspersed the beating with sexual stimulation—training me to couple pain with pleasure. Now sitting here, with my sore ass, reminding me, I couldn’t wait for Sir to arrive.
The apartment door opened and soft footsteps interrupted my thoughts. My eyes flew open wide and I hurried to my feet, but remembered Ginger’s instructions just in time, to slow my gait as I walked to the entrance. My stomach tightened when I gazed at him and then I lowering my chin and looked at the floor.
Oh my God. He was a dark Adonis in the black blazer over a grey crewneck shirt. His eyes were intense as he stood staring at me, a small smile on his lips. I focused on his leather loafers below the hem of his black pants. My legs quivered as he walked to me, waiting for his touch, knowing I was vulnerable to him. I wanted him even more because of that.
His thumb pressed gently under my chin lifting my face up to look into his eyes. “Very good, Cerise. You may take my jacket. The eagle has landed.”
I took the coat, hung it up in the hall closet and turned to face him once more, waiting for his next direction.
My eyes closed and I breathed a sigh when he took me in his arms and kissed my lips softly. My hands pressed into his back, roaming the length of him, feeling his smooth muscles. Next to Nick, every other man paled in comparison. This was the man who could make my heart race with just a look.
“I’m pleased with you, Cerise. It seems you have learned your lessons well or is it that Ginger is an excellent teacher? You may speak freely. For now, I’m just Nick, your friend. After dinner I will be Sir once more. Now, tell me your impressions of Eros Inc.” He slipped his arm over my shoulder and walked beside me into the living room.
The man was full of surprises. I had prepared to be his submissive and now he was treating me as an equal. “Would you like a glass of wine before I answer your question?” I knew I needed one to calm my nerves, changing gears so quickly.
“Yes, please. Dinner smells wonderful by the way.” He took a seat on the sofa and I left the room to get the wine.
“Eros Inc. kind of blows my mind. Last night seeing everyone dressed in their fetwear, the dinner and theatre, I felt like I was in a movie set. It was all so fantastic. And don’t get me started on the lessons. I’m so glad you picked Ginger as my instructor and not Lotus, especially for the first lesson.” My face became warm talking about this and remembering the first G spot orgasm I’d ever had.
“So you like your teacher? Tell me what it was like making love with a woman. It was your first time, right?” His hand absently stroked my thigh as his eyes studied my face.
“Yes, my first, although I had fantasized about it. Her hands were so soft on my body and when she went down on me, again it was different from anything I’d ever experienced with a man. She knew exactly how to touch me. But as nice as it was, there was something missing that only a man can give me.” I turned to face him, my own hand now stroking his thigh, high to the bulge in his crotch. Nice to see I wasn’t the only one getting aroused.
“And what about after… when Dev came upstairs with the two of you? Tell me what you thought of that.” His eyes were hooded in his arousal and his hand rose higher between my legs.
“Again, another first and one of my fantasies—a threesome with another woman. Dev laid me out on top of him facing the ceiling and ordered Ginger to lick me while he fucked me. My legs were spread and I was a toy for them both to enjoy. And when Dev fucked Ginger with that thick cock, I couldn’t wait to suck her clit. She tastes sweet, like dessert.” His cock strained at the fabric. I could feel a wet spot from his arousal.
My hips pressed forward, eager for more of his fingers stroking the satin of my panties. I twisted to the side, hoping he would slide his fingers under the cloth and touch me directly, shove his hand into me.