"Yes, sir!" she answered raising her hand in a military salute.
She hadn’t lowered her hand, when she felt the sting of another slap over her buttock.
"Ouch!"
"I can see you are a little brat!" he said, amused. "We will have to work on that attitude, my pet!" that sounded like a promise more than a threat. "I can see you aren't in the mood to discuss the rules, so why don't we go upstairs? I would love to take you home with me, but something tells me you are not ready for that.” He asked, dropping gentle kisses all over her head.
She tensed a bit in his arms, admitting that the thought did scare her a bit. After all, she had only seen him twice.
“You seem to know me, better than you should!” she answered teasingly. “And yes, I would love to go upstairs with you.”
“I guess I do!” he stood up, laid her gently on the floor, and then he wrapped her up in a soft blanket and led her upstairs.
This time he chose another room. This one was entirely decorated in shades of blue, from dark blue to aquamarine; it was an incredibly romantic room, with a huge bed in its center, with a dark blue chiffon canopy. He took her to bed and they spent the next hours just making love to each other.
That night, he took her to dinner to a cozy little Italian restaurant, in the center of the city, near the huge office buildings. They had an amazing time, talking about their lives, their jobs and their dreams and hopes.
She found out he owned his company, where he developed complicated software for all kinds of things. She had no idea what that meant; for her, technology was the tool she used to make her life and job easier, but she couldn't even start to figure out how that all worked.
"How did you end up being a personnel manager?" he asked her, still puzzled with her job.
"Well, I graduated in business management and in accounting, and I started to work at Madison's Constructions as the manager's assistant, but soon my boss realized how well I could deal with the workers and their demands that I was soon promoted to personnel manager. Men seem to have big troubles arguing with me!" she explained with an uppity grin.
He laughed at her.
"Well, believe me, I won't have that problem." he said, still smiling.
"Oh, I've figured that much!" she said, resting her chin in the palm of her hand as she looked at him amused.
He shook his head, smiling at her bratty attitude.
"Will you meet me at the club next Friday night? There will be a special party there, hosted by Radolf, the club's owner to some of his friends and I want to take you with me." he asked. "I have so much I want to explore with you, and maybe this time you will let me take you to my place afterwards. What do you say?"
"Let's meet at the club and see where things take us. You might decide I'm not what you want after all." she said, still having trouble believe he really wanted to be with her.
He looked at her for a few seconds during which her heart almost stopped beating wondering if he was already tired of trying to convince her.
"Ok! We can do that!" he finally answered and she could feel the air filling her lungs again. 'God, she was definitely not ready to lose him just now!'
She gave him a weak smile, avoiding his scrutinizing glance. He leaned over the table and grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes.
"Emily, I know you still don’t trust me and I understand that. Things have gone way too fast between us, but believe me; I will give you all the time you need to process all of this, and for you to trust in me, ok?" he said, piercing her soul with his eyes.
She nodded, trying to dissolve the sudden lump in her throat.
He dropped her chin and reached her hand over the table, taking her to his lips, and placing a soft kiss in its palm.
"Well, tomorrow is a working day, so we better call off the night, don’t you think?" he said, smiling.
She agreed, not knowing if she felt relief or disappointment.
He took her back to her place and said goodnight in her doorway, with a gentle kiss, filled with promises.
Chapter 3
She went to work in the morning, feeling better than she had in a long time. As she sat at her desk, the buzz of her cell phone called her attention. She was receiving messages from Rose and Faith asking her about last night. She satisfied their curiosity and decided to focus on her job, but her mind kept going back to him, remembering his face, his words, and his touch.
"Emily?" her secretary had to call her twice to call her attention.
"Oh, Sarah, I'm sorry, I didn’t hear you come in!" she apologized, blushing.
"Yes, I can see! Maybe your absorption can be explained by the sender of these." she said, showing Emily a small bouquet of white daffodils, whose perfume filled her office immediately.
"Oh, my god! He remembered!" she murmured ecstatically, as she rose and seized the flowers and buried her nose into them to inhale the delicious aroma.
In one of their chats, she had told him how much the smell of daffodils made her remember her childhood Christmas seasons, when her late father used to bring her bouquets of daffodils, because he knew how much she loved them.
"Yep, there it is!" Sarah’s voice penetrated her state of bewilderment, and Emily blushed violently.
"What is?" she managed to ask.
"The explanation to your unusual behavior, sweetie." The woman answered smiling. She was a woman of middle age that Emily loved almost like a mother. They had been working together for over four years now, and they get along very well, despite the age difference. "So, who is he?" Sarah asked, grinning.
The blush on Emily's face grew deeper if possible.
"Oh, it's just a guy I met a few days ago!" she answered, resting importance to one of the most crucial events of her life, still not ready to talk much about Damian, and what he meant for her.
Sarah gave her a knowing smile, but left it there.
"You better check your cell phone, sweetie, it's buzzing again. Meanwhile, I'll put these in water." she said, taking the flowers out of Emily's hands, and leaving the office.
With shaking hands, she sat at her desk, and grabbed her phone. She had a new message, but this one wasn't from her friends.
'Good morning, pet! I hope you enjoyed the flowers! When I saw them, I remembered what you told me, and couldn’t resist buying you some, and sending you sweet memories.' Damian had typed.
'Oh, you did! The perfume floods my nostrils, and I feel as if Christmas has just arrived.' She typed back, with a huge smile on her face.
'I'm glad to hear that. I'm counting the days to see you again. Have a wonderful day, pet!'
'Thank you! I can't wait to see you too!'
The rest of the week went by in a blur, with messages and small details that made her days simply amazing.
On Friday afternoon, he sent her a package, with a note saying 'Please wear this.' She opened it and drew out the sexiest black dress she had ever seen. It was almost indecent. It had only one shoulder, and by its size, she could tell it would fit her like a second skin, and it wouldn’t reach much further than her mid thighs. There was no bra in the package, but she found a black lace thong, when she examined them, proved to be crotchless, and sexy as hell.
She smiled while color tinted her cheeks, imagining the uses he would give to that tiny piece of clothing.
She went home and put it all on, along with some silk stockings and her stiletto shoes. Obviously, that wasn’t a convenient outfit for a cold winter night, so she completed it with her large black coat.
With her nerves to the skin, she took a cab and went to the club. This time she didn’t hesitate, and pushed the doorbell as soon as she got out of the cab. The same girl was at the door, Sally, as she recalled from the first night.
"Hi, Emily!" she greeted her, smiling at her.
"Hi, Sally!" she managed to stammer. "I believe Dam…" she stopped unknowing of what to do. He hadn’t told her he would warn the club.
"Yes, Master Damian warned us of your arrival!" Sally confirm
ed. "He's already in, waiting for you, so just go ahead."
"I don’t have to sign the forms tonight?" Emily asked, a bit surprised.
"You won't have to sign them anymore. Master Damian has added you to his membership." Sally informed her, with a broad smile.
She had no idea what that meant, but that was a question for Damian, not for Sally. She entered the main room, and for once it wasn’t as crowded as always. This time Damian spotted her before she spotted him and he came to her.
"Hello pet, how are you?" he asked, kissing her gently.
Emily took a deep breath, and answered.
"I'm fine Sir, thank you."
"Great, I want you to meet a few friends of mine. The men are all Doms and you must address them as Sir. Don't talk to the other submissives until they talk to you, since you don’t know what their orders are. Not even if you happen to know her." He warned her.
"Very well, Sir." She accepted, not sure she liked that rule, but she wasn’t going to ruin their night for a thing with no importance.
"Good girl." He dragged her behind him to a group of people gathered in one of the room's corners.
To her surprise, both Rose and Faith were there. She had to make a huge effort not to scold them right there and then. But Damian's words were still ringing in her ears so she remained quiet.
"Gentlemen, and ladies, I want you to meet my new friend Emily." Damian announced. "Emily, this is Radolf O'Neill, the club's owner." He introduced her to a tall man, with the most amazing hair color she had ever seen, like burnished copper, and it matched perfectly his green eyes and his name.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Sir." She answered, nodding; he hadn’t offered her hand, so she refrained from doing so. He didn’t introduce the woman standing next to him, so she assumed she was his submissive.
"My pleasure, I assure you, Emily." He answered in a hoarse, guttural voice.
"You already know Mark Bergman." Damian said, and Mark nodded his head and so did she. "This is James Murdock, a good friend of mine." He introduced her to one of the other guys, a very attractive man, but with a very dark look in his eyes, and she wasn’t talking about his eyes color.
"Nice to meet you Sir." She said, not being that truthful. The man was too intense.
He didn’t answer, just nodded his head.
"And she is Claudine, also a very good friend of mine." Damian introduced her to the woman standing next to Faith.
She looked at him, to confirm her assumption that this woman was a mistress before she greeted her, and he did so, slightly nodding.
"It's a pleasure Madam to meet you." She said.
The woman took a step forward, and looking first at Damian, for consent, she grabbed Emily by her shin.
"I heard you are a good friend of Faith, is that right?" she asked with a marked accent, revealing she was a French native speaker.
Emily glanced at the blushed cheeks of Faith, before she answered.
"Yes, Madam, we have been friends since we were children."
"Good. We have to know each other better." The woman said, rolling her r, before she released her chin.
"That would be a pleasure Madam." Emily answered.
Damian introduced her to several other people, but she wasn’t able to keep everybody's name.
They walked around the place, talking to people and enjoying the evening.
At some point of the night, she noticed several of the submissives had gathered together in a corner of the room and they were chatting and laughing.
Emily looked at them longingly, wanting to join them, because she was having a hard time being quiet and not joining the dominants conversation. She obviously wasn’t slave material, she teased herself in silence.
Damian seemed to notice her look because he whispered in her hear.
"Go join your friends, pet."
She looked at him, her eyes shining.
"Thank you Sir." She whispered back, and she almost ran to where the other women were standing.
"Emily!" Rose received her with a tight hug. "Why didn’t you tell me you were coming here tonight?"
"I totally forgot. Besides, I could ask you guys the same question." She answered also hugging Faith that had joined them.
"This is all so new…" Faith said, looking uncomfortable.
"Yes, but we said we were going to explore it, didn’t we?" Emily said, deciding to not push her friend. Faith had always been very reserved, she used to keep all for herself. Rose and Emily had always needed a puncher to get her to share her problems with them.
"We have to meet one of these days and update our gossips." Rose said, with a wicked smile in her face.
"At least you guys are having fun, right?" Emily asked, wishing they could do that in that moment. The last think she wanted was to grow apart from her friends.
"The best fun in the world!" Rose answered, with a crooked smile and Faith only smiled.
Rose introduced her to the other women present, and they enjoyed a good moment.
Sometime after, Damian joined them. He greeted her friends before he asked her to go with him.
She said goodbye to her friends, and with her heart pounding hard in her chest, she joined Damian.
"Let's use one of the dungeons, since there aren't many people around. What do you think, pet?" he suggested, with a seductive smile.
"I would love that, Sir."
He smiled and dragged her downstairs. She hadn’t been there yet, so she was curious about it.
The place was as big as the main room, but way darker. It had all kinds of devices spread around and a few corridors that led to more private rooms.
"I reserved one of the rooms for us, just in case…" he informed her with a devious grin.
"Oh… I'm glad you did, Sir."
He took her to a room that was set as a gynecologist's office, including the examination table.
Emily giggled as she walked around the place.
"Oh god, I'll never think of the gynecologist's appointment the same way." She said with a naughty grin, as she touched the metallic stirrups.
He groaned and approached her, claiming her mouth in a hot, passionate kiss.
He stripped her out of her clothes, leaving her with only the crotchless panties that he poked as he helped her up the examination table and to lay down.
"Please remember your safe word pet. Use it whenever you feel you need it." He warned her.
And she nodded.
"Yes, Sir."
The table had several leather restraints and he started to apply them. One held her by her throat, keeping her from moving her head much, and a second one held her by her belly.
He put her legs on the stirrups, and held them there with leather strips buckling them tight, leaving her opened wide and completely exposed. Next were her hands, secured over her head. She was completely immobilized.
She looked at him with a bit of concern in her eyes.
"Do you trust me enough, pet, to know I would never harm you?" he asked, on that serious tone she was starting to know.
"Yes, Sir." She said with no hesitation.
"Good girl. Do you remember me telling you I would love to put some jewelry on your nipples?" he asked.
"Yes, Sir, I do." She answered, starting to get a little unease.
"With your consent, I would love to pierce them, pet. Let me assure you I have been trained professionally to do so." He finally asked.
Emily looked at her big nipples, and then at him. She had never considered wearing piercings. She wasn’t against it; she just wasn’t a big fan of needles and sharp objects.
"What do you say pet?" he asked softly. "I would put these ones on you." He added, showing her two barbell nipple piercings, quite small. "These are made of platinum, to avoid any kind of allergic reaction."
"Will it hurt, Sir?" she asked, a little concerned.
"Not much, I assure you." He answered, his tone plain, with no pressure.
"Ok then, Sir." She agreed, and
he leaned over the table to kiss her sweetly on her lips.
He prepared the whole thing, being extremely thorough with the sterilization of everything.
"I'll close my eyes, Sir." She warned him, when she realized he was ready to start.
"Very well, pet. This will be over very soon."
She closed her eyes tight, feeling him take her nipple between his gloved fingers, pinching it a bit.
She moaned loud as she felt a shot of pain as the needle crossed her sensitive skin and she felt the piercing taking its place.
He caressed her breast, lovingly.
"There, pet, this one is ready." He announced. "Ready for the next one?"
She took a few deep breaths as the pain went away, before she answered.
"Yes, Sir."
The next one wasn’t as bad as the first one, much of the anticipation dissipated, and soon she had her nipples beautifully pierced.
She felt a dull ache on them, but nothing off of this world.
"Do you like them?" he asked, smiling like a kid with a new toy.
She gave him a naughty smile before she answered.
"Yes, sir, I actually like it, a lot." He kissed her deeply, and helped her out of the table.
They spent the rest of the night in one of the rooms, just making love.
A couple of nights later, they planned to meet again at the club but when she arrived, Sally had bad news for her.
"I'm afraid Master Damian is a bit late this evening, so he asked you to wait for him here, with us." she continued.
Disappointment took grip of her, but she managed to put on a smile in her face.
"Ok, thank you!" she answered.
"Meanwhile, you can fill up the forms again, since we don’t keep those of the guests." The other girl told her, handing her the familiar forms.
Emily sat on a couch and slowly filled up the forms. The door bell sounded again, and Sally welcomed a couple of members into the club. Emily looked at them curious, noticing that the woman was obviously a femdom, since she carried a leash in her hands that was attached to a collar on the guy's neck. Remembering Damian's joke, of her being a dominatrix, she confirmed she had no interest whatsoever to dominate a man like this woman was doing.
The doorbell rang again and to her surprise, Sally let Rose in. At first she didn’t see Emily at the couch, but when she did, raging waves of red blushed her cheeks.
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