Yes, Master

by NJ Cole

  I’d like to thank all of the people who supported me with this book:

  My husband and children for being such a wonderful and supportive family.

  Sally Goodwin for doing the first edits.

  Sally Hopkinson for going over it with me twice because let’s face it, I’m crazy.

  Becky Schmidt, for finding all the little things that get missed.

  Megan Burger for… I don’t even know where to start. The support you gave me was incredible. Thank you for just nodding when I went round and round with ideas.

  John, my Ven… you are now Violet and Em’s too.

  Jay for making me smile all of the time and bringing Annalisa to life. I hope you swing by and give me a ride...on your Harley.

  Wil for going through a million story ideas with me and helping me feel out the best ones. I think we’ve got a novel there.

  Bobby - Thank you for making me believe that great things can happen.

  T.m. Franklin - You outdid yourself with this one. I love it! (and coming from me on a cover, that’s saying something!)

  Harry - Thank you for making me feel like a princess every day, even when work is overwhelming.

  Fossbrook for taking my writing to a place I’ve never gone before… a scary dark place, but an exciting one!

  I’d like to thank the members of the Nest and all of my new amazing friends: Meredith, Tracey, Jeneane, Shivam, Nicole, and Lindsay.

  Cover designed by T.m. Franklin photo from 123rf.com Artem Merzlenko

  © 2014 NJ Cole

  Contact NJ Cole at nocturnalem@gmail.com for permission to reproduce portions of this text. This electronic book, if purchased on any site other than amazon.com, has been stolen.

  To hope

  “Yes, Master” is the sequel to “Yes, Mistress.” It can be read as a stand alone, but for a much more in depth story, please read “Yes, Mistress” first. Please use this link for Amazon.

  http://www.amazon.com/Yes-Mistress-NJ-Cole-ebook/dp/B00NF0LL3W/ref=sr_1_6?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1418542469&sr=1-6&keywords=yes%2C+mistress

  Thank you,

  NJ

  Yes, Master

  Chapter 1

  Mary

  The day I saw the line on the pregnancy test indicating I was pregnant, I had been so excited. It wasn’t that I wanted a baby, and I hadn’t planned to get pregnant, but when I’d found out I was carrying Tony’s child, I was so happy. We’d met in a non-conventional way, but I was attracted to him immediately.

  I had a rough childhood and found myself in New York City at eighteen years old with no money and dreams of being a dancer. In the end, the only place that was hiring was a strip club called “Spotlight.” I needed a place to stay and food to eat, so I decided I’d do it for a month. One month turned into several, and before I knew it, I’d been there a whole year. Apartments were expensive in New York, so I rented a room above the club. It wasn’t the best, but it was cheap and made it so I didn’t need a car.

  The men were mostly all the same, married, after work crowd, putting singles and maybe fives in my G-string. Since we served alcohol, we weren’t fully nude, just topless. Some paid more for lap dances in the back rooms. A few of the girls would go a bit further, giving hand jobs or blowjobs for extra money.

  I’d always refused, and I never took guys’ numbers when they offered them. Then this one night, there was a bachelor party, and the groom was loaded— as was the whole wedding party. They had us there in a private room, and I got a chance to talk to the guys. That’s when I met Tony. He was in the wedding party, and I’d done a lap dance for him. He wrote his number on a one-hundred dollar bill and asked me if he could take me out for coffee after work.

  I’d never said yes to anyone, but he seemed so sweet, and he was really good looking. I finally agreed, and after the party was over, he took me to a little coffee shop nearby. We went out a few more times after that, and I learned all about him. He was a stockbroker on Wall Street, an only child, and was going through a messy divorce. He said his wife was trying to take everything he had, so he was trying to work around it, which was why he wasn’t technically single yet.

  It made things a bit harder because we could never go to his house or out to nice places. At the end of our fourth date, he asked if we could go back to my apartment for a drink. We made love that night, and he told me he loved me.

  After that, he came to see me often. He would watch me dance, then we’d go to my place to make love. We always used a condom even though he told me that once he left his wife and we were married, he wanted to have children with me. I wanted that, too, so when I missed my period a few months after we started dating, I wasn’t all that upset. We’d planned on having kids, it was just a bit earlier than expected.

  When I told him, he was shocked. He said he didn’t know it was even possible since we’d used condoms. I wasn’t sure either, but I knew he was the only man I’d slept with in New York; it had to be his. He said he was happy, and it would give him the push he needed to make things officially over with his wife.

  It seemed like everything in my life was turning around because that very same week, I got an email from a woman who claimed to be my sister’s friend. I’d been looking for my sister Violet for a while, but it took a lot of money to find someone who didn’t want to be found. She’d run away from home when she was seventeen, about the same age I was when I ran away. It was for the same reason, too. Our father abused us—first her, then me. When he’d done it to her, I hadn’t believed her. That’s why, after she left and I couldn’t find her, I thought she might be hiding from me too.

  I was shocked to hear she wanted to talk to me. I emailed her the next day and she responded back. It was only a few days later she came to visit with her friend who had found me. We met at a restaurant, and the moment I saw her, I knew she was happy. She was glowing. It was only a few minutes into the meal that she told me why. She and the woman who had contacted me were engaged. My sister was a lesbian, and I suppose I was shocked, but she seemed so happy that I didn’t care. I also found out she was into BDSM, which didn’t surprise me. What did surprise me was finding out she was a submissive. She’d always been so strong. Then again, after what happened with our father, nothing shocked me.

  After I told her my news, I could tell she wasn’t as excited as I was. Both she and her friend seemed skeptical about Tony, though neither of them actually said anything. Violet asked me to stand up with her in her wedding, and I was so happy for her. I wanted Tony to come with me, but he said he needed to do work things. It was all right, though, because it gave me time to spend with my sister. It was a beautiful wedding, and I couldn’t wait for Tony and I to announce our engagement.

  That never happened. When I got home, Tony told me he couldn’t leave his wife yet, and if he had a baby, she’d get everything. He’d made arrangements at a clinic to end the pregnancy. I flipped out and told him I didn’t want to end the pregnancy.

  Instead of Tony being supportive, that’s where things got ugly.

  “Look, Mary, I think I’m being more than generous here, offering to pay for it.”

  I stared at him in shock.

  “I mean really, you’re a fucking stripper. How the hell do I know this kid is even mine?”

  The tears came, though I was pissed he was seeing me cry. He had to know it was only him. He left that day, and I didn’t hear from him for months. I just continued working, not knowing what to do. Part of me kept thinking he’d come around, and that once he saw the baby, he’d want us both.

  When I was about six months along, and most definitely showing, he came into the club. Ironically, tips had never been better. Apparently, a lot of men had a thing for pregnant women. He came up to me at the end of a set and asked if he could stop by after I
got off. My head wanted to tell him to fuck off, but my heart gave him permission. He could see my stomach—maybe he wanted to be a dad.

  I couldn’t have been more wrong. He knocked a few minutes after my last dance. The first thing he said to me was, “Have you figured out who the father is yet?”

  This time it wasn’t tears that spilled over, it was anger. “I know who the father is and so do you.”

  “Actually, I don’t, and that’s what I came here to talk to you about. I started thinking you might get some crazy idea to ask me for child support.” The thought had occurred to me. Raising a baby was hard, and expensive. “Before you do that, know this—if you make the accusation, it will ruin my marriage, and …”

  “Wait,” I interrupted. “Ruin your marriage? I thought it was over.”

  He looked at me like I was insane. “Every marriage has a few problems, but no, it’s not over. And back to what I was saying. If you try to ruin my marriage by claiming this child is mine, I’ll take the stupid paternity test, and if by some dumb luck the bastard is actually my kid, I’ll take him or her from you. You will have to beg for visitation.” It felt like ice was running in my veins as he spoke. “Who do you think the court will give custody to? Me and my wife in our two-million dollar home, or an unmarried stripper who lives above a bar?”

  That’s when the tears came. I hated him. He was pure evil, but he was right. I’d lose this baby in a custody battle. He could afford lawyers, and he would definitely win. I sobbed, sinking to the floor. He walked over to me and brushed my hair back from my face in what I thought was compassion. “You know,” he cooed, “we could always have one more time. I could pay you what I pay the other girls.” He took out a hundred dollar bill. “Come on, Mary, suck my cock.”

  I don’t remember my exact words, but I’m sure it was something about what he could do to himself with his cock. When he left, I knew I was alone, but I’d been saving and I had a plan. It was one day at a time, but I had no doubt I could make it without his money. I didn’t want my baby to ever know him anyway.

  Each night, I worked, I took as many dances as I could and did every single lap dance and private show offered to me. The only thing I didn’t do was fuck for money. The tips built up, and I started to dream of what I could do to get out of the situation I was in. There was a community college that accepted everyone if you took three classes or less. The tuition was high for a woman in my position, but great compared to the bigger schools. I’d only be able to take one class at a time, anyway—which would take forever—but I could take classes in the summer, too. I had to focus on the baby coming for the time being.

  I’d been in contact with Violet since the wedding, though I hadn’t yet told her about Tony. She wouldn’t judge me, and I knew that, but I was embarrassed. Well that, and up until his last visit, I’d held out hope he was coming back.

  Violet and Em were planning to visit right after the baby was born, but when I told them the doctors were going to induce me, they booked their trip right away. The baby had other plans, and I went into labor two days before I was scheduled to be induced.

  I was alone in the delivery room for the birth. The nurses kept asking if there was someone I wanted to call—the father, a relative, a friend—but really, there was no one. I thought I’d made a few friends at the club, but after what Tony had said, I asked around and discovered that over half the girls there had at least given him a blow job. At least three that I knew of had also fucked him. I’d been a fool.

  Even though I was alone when my daughter, Chelsea, came into the world, it was all right. I knew it would just be the two of us anyway. I called Violet when I was in recovery, and she said she’d be there as soon as she could.

  I was so excited. I knew Chelsea was the most beautiful baby in the world, and I wanted to show her off, so I called my Aunt Elise, too. She was my mother’s sister. I just felt like I had to tell someone the good news. She was shocked to hear from me but congratulated me. She asked if my mother knew, but I was honest and told her no. When she’d asked why, I didn’t really give her a straight answer. How did I tell her that her sister allowed Violet and me to be abused by my father several times a week? We hung up and I thought that was the end of it, but a few hours later, my parents arrived at the hospital. I hadn’t invited them, but there they were at the foot of my bed.

  I held Chelsea close to my chest. There was no way I was ever going to let them hold her. “Where is the father?” my mother asked immediately after entering the room.

  “It’s just me and her,” I said, not elaborating any further.

  My dad shook his head. “Unmarried with a baby. I always knew this was how you would turn out. The problem is your mother and I were too lenient with you. We can fix that though. You and your daughter will come back home with us. This time, I won’t wait so long to give her special attention. You would have turned out fine if I’d spent more time with you sooner.” I shook my head, but somehow I was unable to speak. He walked closer and stood over us, looking at her. “Yes, I think this time, I’ll start right away.”

  I felt like I was going to throw up. There was no way I would ever let that happen. I sat there in fear, then all of a sudden, Violet’s wife walked in and told them they had to leave the room. The second they left, I broke down sobbing

  Em must have said something to them in the hall because they never came back. When she and Violet finally came in to see Chelsea and me, it was great. Not only did they visit and not pass any judgment when I told them about Tony, but they offered to let me stay with them for a while in Nevada. I hesitated, but when I realized I wouldn’t have to worry about Tony taking the baby from me, not to mention, the cost of living out there was so much cheaper, I actually considered it. Then I thought about the help and moral support that would be offered, and I accepted. For some reason, just being near Em made me feel safe.

  In the beginning, I planned to only stay for twelve weeks, but then I felt so welcome. I helped out around the house, and even did some things at Violet and Em’s work. It was the opening night of their club, though, that changed my life.

  There had been an accident; Colton, one of the men who worked with them, had been injured. In the hospital, I’d said I was his wife so we could get back to see him. What had seemed like a small white lie turned into a bigger deal when the doctors informed me he’d need ‘round-the-clock care. They sent a nurse at certain times, but since we “lived together,” they figured I could do it most of the time.

  I decided to move-in with him, and of course, I took Chelsea. I wanted to give Violet and Em some time alone, though they never complained about me being there. The first few days, Colton was in a lot of pain and heavily sedated. It was easy to care for him because the nurse did most of it. That first week, all I did was come in at night, make sure he was sleeping all right, and give him his medicine.

  It was the second week when things began to change. He was more aware I was there, and the nurse was starting to come less. He was able to get out of bed to use the bathroom, but it was a struggle because the restroom was fifteen feet from his bed. Moving around seemed to wear him out. He slept a lot, and I’d play with Chelsea when she was awake, but that still left lots of time for me to just be alone. I would sit next to Colton and read silently.

  When he’d wake up, we’d talk. I’d known he was a Dom because he worked with Em and Violet, so I would ask him what it was like, and he’d tell me things. Nothing specific or perverted, but somehow, just hearing about how he dominated other women aroused me.

  About three weeks after the accident, the nurse cut her hours back even further. Now I had to help him to the bathroom, which wasn’t so bad, but giving him his sponge bath was interesting. He had enough strength to wash his upper half, but because of his ribs, he couldn’t wash anything else.

  “Mary, I need a bit of help,” he called out one afternoon. He had a sponge in his hand that was dripping water onto the blankets covering him.

  “What
are you doing?” I asked, trying to keep my voice down. Chelsea had just gone down for a nap.

  “I was trying to wash, but I can’t. Uh, do you think you could wash the lower half?” he asked as he moved the blanket away.

  I really don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t a completely nude man with a semi—no … fully—erect penis. I watched it become that way before my eyes. “OH MY GOD!” I gasped, throwing the blanket over him quickly.

  He winced in pain. “Fuck.”

  “Shit,” I responded. Then I probably did the dumbest thing I’ve ever done in my life. You know when you hurt something, you rub it to make it feel better? Yeah, that’s exactly what I did. It all happened within a second; he’d said, “Fuck,” and I’d said, “Shit,” then I reached out and started rubbing the blanket, right over his penis.

  He groaned and I realized it was probably from what I was doing and not from pain. “Oh my God!” I yelled again, pulling my hand back like it had been burned.

  Colton was panting. “Um, I … the other nurse never did it like that.” He was smirking.

  I burst out laughing. “It’s just I didn’t know you’d be naked, and well, it surprised me.”