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My Pet ,
I need to speak with you too. Meet me at The Bridge where we met at 3:00 this afternoon. Don’t be late.
Goddess
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Something nagged at the back of my mind as I returned my cell phone to my purse. I could not believe I planned on doing that. It was dangerous. If Gordon found out, he would be furious. Inside my heart, however, I felt that I owed it to Matthew. To hear his side of the story and at least find out what he had to say. And then there’s the baby, don’t forget that! Yes, of course there was that whole chestnut.
I managed to stand to my feet finally, my legs slightly shaking with the effort, and made my way to the kitchen. Filling a glass of water from the refrigerator, I downed it almost too quickly. The cool liquid filled my stomach and almost had me rushing to the sink to expel it immediately. In that case, however, I managed to keep it down.
Before long, my cell phone chimed from my purse. I snatched it from the side pocket knowing what I would see.
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Yes, my Goddess.
Matthew
* * *
I expected nothing less of him. He was always so attentive to my wishes and even the most recent events had not thwarted his need to fulfill his role. He was a true submissive to the very end. Sighing out loud, I placed the phone back in my purse and prepared to leave my home to my soon-to-be former place of employment, G. Roth and Associates.
Let’s try that again. I said inside my mind as I picked up my purse and headed toward the door. The warm sun shining through my windshield as I merged into traffic and headed toward the freeway felt good. It seemed to ease the sense of impending doom I felt. Winding my way through the surface streets, I finally joined the rest of the soldiers fighting the good fight on the concrete rivers of Los Angeles, California.
-6-
The smile that greeted me, beaming from the face of Debra Salas as I entered the lobby, was definitely comforting. Ear-to-ear, her cheeks puffing up slightly at the corners of her upturned mouth. A flash of uncertainty appeared behind her sparkling eyes before I lost sight of it. I raised my hand slightly in greeting as I approached her desk. Debra looked up at me, concern made its way across her brow.
“Good morning, Ms. Salas,” I attempted to sound at least a little cheerful. I doubted it was working as the look on her face remained. Clearing my throat slightly, I began to explain the situation to her, her expression growing darker as I spoke. “I will be out on vacation for two weeks starting today. I have just come in to collect some personal things from my office I may need while I am away.” It was a pathetic attempt at glossing over my real emotions. I could tell by the look on her face that she could see right through me.
“I am sorry to hear that, Ms. King. We will all miss you around here while you are gone. You had somehow tamed the beast these last few months and I will be the first to admit that I was most grateful for that,” as she spoke, she thumbed in the direction of Gordon’s office. I, of course, knew exactly what she meant. He could be a bit of a tyrant and I felt sorry for leaving them all and essentially removing that buffer. They could now be subject to his onslaught without my assistance in distracting and redirecting his attention. My shoulders slumped forward as I nodded curtly at her, turned and made my way to my office, one more time.
I stood in the doorway for quite some time. My eyes moved over my home away from home for the past several years. My blood, sweat and tears were painted across every wall. Shuffling my feet, as if that would keep the moment from happening, I rounded my desk and powered on my computer. I lowered myself into my chair as I opened my drawers in turn, removing my personal things as I went. I stacked them neatly on the top of my desk, occasionally glancing at the screen waiting for the system to finally complete its process.
Opening my email, I typed in a return-message for those who may try to contact me to get in touch with Debra Salas with any questions or concerns. The message made it clear that I was “on vacation.” I provided her email in the event they needed to contact someone right away. While I was at it, I cancelled Gordon’s remaining appointments for the day and quickly cleared his schedule of anything but the bare necessities for the rest of the week and the following. It was one last penance to him for what I had done.
While I continued to pull together everything I had poured into the company since I had been there, I decided to pop into my personal email and contact my mother. I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to ask if I could come by soon and that I needed to speak to her. Logging in with a few strokes of the keyboard, I accessed my inbox and quickly weeded through the spam and advertisements in a glance. One email popped out at me and I clicked on it slightly elated.
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Dearest Goddess,
I hope this email finds you well. Master Jason and I hope to see you at the Masquerade this weekend and I wanted to remind you, in case you have forgotten. It starts at 9:00. We are expecting a grand audience and wish for your presence. Let me know if you need anything.
Until then,
Mistress Liliana
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I had completely forgotten. In light of everything that had happened over the last few days, it was completely understandable, but they had no idea what I had been through. Cursing under my breath, I made a mental note to text or call her later to RSVP. Perhaps that was just what I needed to get my mind off of everything. Showing up alone would definitely raise some eyebrows, but I had no other choice. I could not bring Matthew and risk everything and I doubted Gordon was going to be speaking to me by then. No matter, I would make it a point to go.
Across the hall in the copier room, I grabbed an empty box, glancing over my shoulder at my nemesis, the Xerox machine, before heading back to my office once more. Gingerly, I placed all of my belongings into the box, secured the lid on top and went back to the computer. Before powering off, I sent my mother a quick note that I would call her later. As the screen went black for the last time, I sighed out loud. I looked around my office, my eyes stinging with threatening tears. Switching the light off as I hoisted the box under my arm, I turned and closed the door.
Debra looked at me from across the lobby as I offered a smile. She returned the favor, but I knew that there was sympathy behind her gaze. I waved at her and turned toward the exit before I started to cry. No one needed to see me succumb to one of my most devastating moments. Certainly not her, she still had to work with the bastard.
The sun was too bright as I exited the building, cascading in brilliant colors across the face of the buildings around me. I had left my car on the curb near the front of the building. Technically, I was no longer employed at G. Roth and Associates, or at least I assumed that by Gordon’s stern words the evening before, so I had plunged several quarters into the parking meter to allow me enough time to take care of business. Carefully I rounded the car and turned the key in the lock freeing all four locks from their previous position. I opened the rear door and placed the box in the seat behind the driver’s seat before opening my door and sliding carefully in behind the steering wheel. Glancing over my shoulder once more at the massive, high-rise I worked so hard to rise to the top of the typical flock, I signaled and drove away, leaving the image towering in the distance of my rear-view mirror.
It was still early; nowhere near 3:00, but I could not wait any longer. I made my way toward The Bridge, a bar on the outskirts of the Valley. My stomach fluttered nervously as I wound my way toward my destination. Are you sure this is what you should be doing, young lady? My mother’s voice attempted to distract me from my mission. I would not have it. After everything he had done for me, Matthew deserved his explanation and I intended to give him that chance.
As I got closer to the off-ramp, my heart began to pound in my chest and I suddenly found it hard to breathe. I concentrated on drawing deep breaths as I exited the freeway and found my way through the surface streets to a parking lot a block away from The Bridge. There was no parking alon
g the main streets there; instead they had large, parking lots dedicated to corralling the cars and keeping them from distracting from the scenery. For a small fortune, you could leave your car there for hours as you found your way from shop to shop, or in my case, to one of the local’s favorite bars.
The smoke billowed out of the doorway as I cracked the barrier to enter. Soft red lighting flowed through the entry as I squeezed through and closed the door behind me. Several glassy-eyed men regarded me from across the room before turning their attention quickly back to the drink in front of them. I shuffled across the floor and ducked quickly into a booth near a hallway that had a sign indicating the restrooms were in that direction. The seats were comfortable, squishy foam rubber wrapped in black vinyl. I ran my hand across the tight surface, a tingle in my lower belly formed immediately as the texture reminded me of Matthew and his love for the vinyl hood he sometimes wore at my command. Unknowingly, I shuddered, looking up quickly to greet the strange stare of an aging waitress, a look of curiosity plastered across her features.
“Take your order?” I detected a slight southern drawl in her voice. Unusual for that area. Glancing up at her, I almost giggled out loud. Stereotypical. Huge, bee-hive hair, rhinestone glasses, and a big wad of chewing gum stuffed into her cheeks. It was almost too much.
“I would love a cheeseburger and fries,” I had not even looked at the menu but the smell of charred animal flesh wafting from the kitchen in the distance was making my stomach rumble.
“Anything to drink?” It was almost as that moment in time had been scripted.
“I’ll have a beer…I mean, a Sprite.” I could not believe myself. What harm would it do to down a cold one before I had to tell yet another man they could be the father of my ch ild. “On second thought, make that both,” I smiled at her, despite her confused look, shaking her head slightly as she walked away, my order in hand.
The food looked delicious. I had not realized how hungry I was until she plopped a plate in front of me piled a mile high with French fries saddled up next to the biggest cheeseburger I had ever seen. She tossed two coasters onto the table and topped one with a Budweiser, long-neck and the other with a large glass with a clear, carbonated beverage. I nodded at her, thanking her silently as I took the ketchup she had placed in the center of the table and expelled a generous portion of the condiment onto my plate before dipping several fries into it and shoving them into my mouth.
I devoured the entire meal in no time. I was sure that they were all staring at me eat as though I was a starving person, hunched over my plate and licking grease hungrily off of my fingers. The salty fries further warmed me from the inside as I took small gulps of beer to wash it down. My entire body felt satisfied when I was finished, staring down at an empty plate and for some reason, wishing there was more. I took one last draw from my beer as I drained its contents, the alcohol warming me from within. It never occurred to me that beer had that effect on me. Dismissing the thought, I pulled my phone out to check the time. I was excited to see the green flash of an incoming message.
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Leila,
I know this is hard for you. It is equally hard for me. I am just in a strange place. Confused. I don’t know exactly how to feel and I am struggling with my own heart. Please bear with me.
Gordon
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Immediate guilt. The crushing weight of what I was doing slammed into me full force at the sight of Gordon’s words. I had never expected that, not mentally prepared myself to see that message and I was definitely reeling in the aftermath. I knew that he would never approve of what I was doing. Making contact with the one who had landed him in the hospital, almost killed him. Matthew did not really try to hurt him, I was sure of it, but that would be no excuse if Gordon found out I had met with him like this. Under these circumstances. It was almost unforgiveable .
As I wrestled with my own thoughts, a tall figure approached me from behind. I hardly noticed until he cleared his throat, tearing me from my tortured thoughts.
“My Goddess,” almost a whisper as it reached my ears. My heart skipped a beat when his lips brushed my ear as he leaned in close to utter his sentiments. An immediate rush of heat shot to my most intimate place.
“Matthew,” I returned, almost as quietly. I held my breath as I waited for him to touch me again. He didn’t. Glancing around nervously, he slid into the booth opposite me and cast his gaze down slightly. I waited for him to speak for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, his words found their way.
“My God, it is wonderful to lay eyes upon you,” his voice still low, stirred some desire from deep within me. I could feel it swirling its way up from my loins into the bottom of my stomach where it formed a big knot. Matthew reached across the table, shoving my empty plate to the side and grasped both of my hands in his.
Out of habit, I quickly recoiled, pulling my hands from his and withdrew them far enough so that he could not reach them again. They were trembling and I could not tell if it was from the heightened sense of anxiety I suddenly felt or from the flame that he always lit between my legs. He was my creature after all, trained to perfection. His mouth sang my praises then made my pussy come on numerous occasions. I shuddered at this thought and he looked at me curiously.
I shifted nervously on the bench before crossing my legs underneath the table. Attempting to make the feeling in between them go away, I cleared my throat and lowered my gaze at him. He looked at me from underneath a worried brow, his concern etched deeply on his forward. I studied his face, taking note of the lines that had suddenly appeared there. His eyes sunk in either from lack of sleep or crying. Perhaps both. I began to take pity on him. My heart skipped several beats as he scooted around the booth toward me and put his arm around me, pulling me close. Patchouli oil filled my senses.
My hand dropped down to the bench between us, a feeble attempt at keeping my distance from him. He leaned in close to my ear, his breath hot on my neck sent goose pimples flying across my skin. His right hand reached over and touched my thigh lightly. I did not stop him as his hand slowly found its way up my skirt; I merely glanced around to make sure no one was looking.
Matthew’s hand found my desire without hesitation. I tilted my hips slightly toward him to give him better access. My breaths were coming in short, erratic gasps as I attempted to keep quiet. My mind quickly dismissed images of Gordon’s face from the back of my mind, looming over my guilty conscious like storm clouds over the ocean. Instead, I closed my eyes as Matthew began to stroke my clit through my panties. A low moan escaped my lips and I was suddenly back on the planet earth in the middle of a bar, getting my goodies played with. I quickly snapped my legs shut before he could do more damage.
Instead of arguing, Matthew pulled out his wallet and took out two crisp twenties and threw them on the table. Nodding in satisfaction he nudged me out of the booth from his side, almost causing me to fall onto the floor.
“That should be plenty to cover it, let’s go,” Matthew stopped pushing me when he saw my face. I was attempting to conjure up the sternest look I could.
“Since when do you order me around, MY pet?” I demanded of him, my eyes scolding him. Behind that façade, my desire for him was about to explode. He clearly sensed that, but played along with me anyway. Lowering his gaze so that his ice-blue eyes stared at me intently from just below his eyebrows, his soft voice came floating across the space between us, music to my ears.
“Please, my Goddess,” I smiled and twirled around on my heel, practically running from the bar, Matthew close at my heels, like a good boy.
-7-
Metal and glass crushed into me from behind. Matthew’s hands found their way all over my body at once. I was burning from the inside-out. Too busy to regard the thoughts of Gordon trying to creep into my consciousness. My arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer, crushing his lips to mine, my tongue forcing its way in to discover his. The heat between us was almost unbearable as he pulled my
skirt up high enough to wrap my leg around his waist.
I vaguely wondered if anyone would see us. It was still daylight and we were in a public parking lot. Somehow that turned me on more as Matthew grabbed my buttocks with both hands and hoisted me up onto the side of his BMW, allowing me to wrap my other leg around his waist. His mouth found my neck, biting and sucking his way down to my collar bone as he fumbled with his belt. Part of me knew I should protest, but I had lost myself in the desire to feel him. In me, on me, around me. I wanted nothing else at that moment.
When he thrust himself inside me suddenly, I gasped out loud. The pleasure of him filling me was almost overwhelming. My hands found his shoulders and I dug my fingernails in, he hissed out loud as I left my mark. In response, Matthew withdrew his length and plunged it in deeply again, my silk panties rubbing my clit slightly from being stretched to the side. The sensation was intense and I could feel my pleasure rising in waves. I arched my back allowing him access to that special place inside me. When his cock found it, I cried his name out loud as my orgasm came in a liquid flurry. My ears were ringing with the sudden sensation when I heard his car beep twice to indicate the door was unlocked.
I slowly unwrapped my legs from his waist one by one, making sure I was stable before putting all my weight on them. Matthew brushed me quickly aside and opened the back door behind the driver seat. He ducked inside, pulling me after him, before shutting out the world. I watched him struggle to pull his pants off over his shoes, cursing slightly when one got stuck to the sole of his black vans. Finally, he freed himself and reached forward toward the hem of my dress. In one movement, he pulled the dress over my head and folded me into his arms.
Matthew’s lips found mine again, kissing me deeply, his tongue demonstrating his need for me. I returned the kiss, tilting my head back and moaning into his open lips when his hand found my nipple and pinched the firm bud. Breaking our kiss, he leaned forward and took it into his mouth, biting down and sucking it in simultaneously, the heat finding its way to my drenched folds once again.
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