by Vera Roberts
“That sounds great!” Zerrin was excited. “How’s the album coming?”
“It’s coming along,” Jake nodded, “I have a few guest artists, but it’s mainly me on it. It’s nice to collaborate with this rapper and that rapper, but when I’m out there on the stage, it’s just me.”
“Good point,” Nick nodded.
“What do you listen to, Nick?” Jake acknowledged the server for bringing their food before he dug into his salad. “What gets you going?”
“I listen to a variety of things, really. It depends on my mood. I used to listen to a lot of hip-hop, but I can’t really mess with today’s rappers. You’re the exception, not the rule, unfortunately.” He referred to Jake.
“I’ve heard that,” Jake slightly frowned, “Nowadays, everyone’s just jumping on the biggest bandwagon and associating themselves with X rapper because he’s what’s popular now. They don’t care about credibility or longevity. I miss the days when a rapper would put out a record and it was actually good.”
“Those days are making slight comeback,” Nick mentioned, “I’m certain we won’t see polka dot suits and hi-top fades while we’re all wearing our pajamas on the dance floor, but I think the real hip-hop heads want the fun in the lyrics again.”
“Okay, for the homie over here to make a Kwame and Kid N’ Play reference and he took it all the way back! He’s cool in my book,” Jake nodded approvingly. “Zerrin, you got a good one.”
Zerrin turned her attention to Nick, who winked at her. “I do, don’t I?”
****
After goodbyes and promises for a couples’ vacation, Nick and Zerrin returned to his office. “Do not think I have forgotten about what’s going to happen now.” He said quietly as they walked together.
The anticipation of what was going to happen next was almost unbearable for Zerrin. She had almost completely forgotten about what her Master wanted before lunch. An intense heat swirled in her sex and rose up to her belly, forming a voracious hunger. Her Master was right; it had been a long time since she’d been spanked. Too long. It had been a longer time since she’d been fucked. Not lovemaking. Not quick afternoon sex on the weekends.
She wanted hair-pulling, ass-flogging, give-it-to-me-Master fucking. The thought of it almost made Zerrin lose her balance in her boots, leaning on Nick to hold steady. “Anxious, are we?” His blue eyes had a devious twinkle in them. “Tesoro mio wants to get fucked pretty bad, huh?”
Zerrin steadied her breath as the desire once again coursed through her body like an intricate maze. She drew a sharp breath and immediately regretted doing so. The scent of her Master’s musky cologne tickled her nose, causing her senses to go into overdrive.
Her heart was beating rapidly and it felt like her voice was stuck in her throat. Still, she managed to find the strength to say, “Yes, Master.”
“Good girl,” He purred. He unlocked His office door and let them both inside. Once inside, Nick’s hands lowered, signaling to Zerrin to kneel. She knew the protocol: kneeling, eyes and head downcast until He was ready for her. She was not allowed to speak until she was spoken to.
She heard Him turn on music, classical. The string and symphony arrangements were a nice distraction to her as she continued to adjust to kneeling on the floor. Her boots were not that comfortable and the floor was barely padded with carpet. Still, she made do. She had no other choice.
A few minutes into kneeling, Zerrin heard her Master doing something. Drawers were open and shut. Things were placed on the desk and around the floor. The classical music was turned up just a bit, almost too loud for a normal conversation.
“Bend over,” He ordered and Zerrin complied. Nick kneeled behind her and smoothed His hands over her ass. It was slightly oiled; He recognized the fragrance, jasmine. He never told Zerrin He liked the fragrance but she somehow figured it out. With a swift movement, He crushed His hand against her ass.
Smack! Zerrin gasped, though no sound was coming out. The pain moved through her body, alternating between hurt and pleasure, touching all of Zerrin’s senses. She realized how dry her lips were at that moment and quickly wet them with her tongue. She felt her pussy softly contract in anticipation of another slap.
A talk with Stacey had revealed many things about her Master and how much He loved the calming effects of jasmine, sandalwood, and vanilla. Zerrin made it a point to make sure she wore one of those fragrances on any given day. Her thoughts were consumed, though not dangerously, with what He wanted and what would make Him happy. If He was happy, Zerrin was happy. If He wasn’t happy, Zerrin made sure she found a way for Him to be so in a short time.
It was the ultimate servitude, submitting to Him before she took care of her own needs. Zerrin would have been lying if she thought it came as easily as it should. She had always had herself to take care of and hadn’t had to answer to anyone. It took some time to getting used to submit willfully and always. It was the first thing that was expected of her in the morning. It was the last thing that was expected of her at night.
It felt like a long period of time since the last slap, making Zerrin impatient for the next one. Patience, she told herself. Leave your ego at the door and keep your mouth shut until you’re allowed to speak. It was obedience He instilled in her. It was the like that saying, ‘Closed mouths don’t get fed.’ Zerrin’s version of it was, ‘Bad subs don’t get spanked.’
She was amazed how one simple slap could do so much to her.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Another slap was followed by a few more, making Zerrin softly moan. Ooh, how she missed being spanked by Him. It had been too long, way too long, and she missed that feeling. She never remembered how much pleasure she could get by a simple spanking. Her Master knew it too, that was why He didn’t spank her as often as He could have. It was a part of the whole obedience thing she was still getting used to.
She felt His hands grab her arm and lifting her up to a standing position. Her eyes remained downcast until He further instructed her to look at Him. “Get undressed,” He ordered.
Zerrin started to undress herself following the protocol her Master wanted her to. She slowly undid her blouse and carefully folded it before placing it in the chair next to her. Then she undid her skirt and pulled it down her hips until it pooled at her feet. She carefully folded that and placed it under the blouse.
She then turned around and bent over, pulling her G-string down her ass. She particularly loved doing that one because it almost felt like she was giving Master a show. Finally, she turned around and removed her bra, exposing her hardened nipples.
Nick loved watching Zerrin undress in front of Him. He almost felt like a kid on Christmas, anxiously waiting to see what present was underneath the wrapped gift. “Come here,” He ordered.
Zerrin slowly walked over to her Master and once again kneeled before Him. Nick unzipped His jeans and pulled out His hard cock. “Suck,” He ordered.
Zerrin grabbed her Master’s cock with both hands and began slowly sucking on it. A little saliva formed in the back of her throat and she used it as a self-lubricant. Once her Master’s cock was nice and wet, she used one hand for a twisting motion while the other created vacuum-cleaner suction with her mouth.
Nick looked down as he watched his submissive girlfriend suck him. It was almost as if she had invented blow jobs with the way her full lips would wrap around his cock, her tongue swirling around his bulbous head, almost bringing him to his knees.
“That’s enough,” He ordered, and Zerrin immediately stopped. Nick didn’t want Zerrin to stop but he was anxious to fuck her. He grabbed a blindfold and slipped it over her eyes. “Remain still.”
Zerrin focused on her breathing and listening to what was going on around her. She wondered what her Master was doing and what He had in store for her. She focused on the classical music to somehow drown out the pounding of her heart and the erratic zigzag race of her mind. She could feel her breath exhaling through her nose. She could hear her thoughts, wondering and antic
ipating the next action.
What are you planning to do to me? She wanted to ask. Instead she chose the obedient route, like the good submissive she was. “Yes, Master,” was all Zerrin could say.
She was led to the desk and laid down on her back. She felt her wrists moved above her head and bound to the desk. Her legs were spread wide and dangled off the desk. She wondered with growing anticipation what He was going to do to her. Was he going to let her stay in that position? Was He going to make her say commands? What was He possibly going to…
Swack! Zerrin slightly moved as the pain shot through her body. It was a different implement and something her Master hadn’t used on her yet. Her mind searched her memory for what it could be. It was too light to be a cane. It was too flimsy to be a paddle. It then dawned on Zerrin: it was a cat o’nine tails.
Smack! A soft grunt escaped her lips as she processed yet another flogging. The strips hit her body and she felt the burning hot sensation at once. Smack! The flogger hit her folds and she grunted. It stung a little but it wasn’t too painful. What confused her was it actually felt good. She arched off the desk to feel more. “Ooh, tesoro likes when I flog her little pussy, doesn’t she?” Nick commented as He flogged her again, causing yet another moan from Zerrin. “If you want it, you’re going to beg for it.”
“Sir, please flog me again?” she asked.
Nick dragged His fingers on Zerrin’s slick folds, causing her to writhe beneath Him. He could tell it was aching her to beg for Him. It was exactly what He wanted. “What was that? I didn’t hear you.”
“Sir, please flog me again?” she begged.
Nick flogged Zerrin again and she arched off the desk and slammed back down on it. She breathed hard, every sense of her being was zapped with tiny bolts of pleasure and her mind clouded with so many thoughts. Just as she calmed down from that feeling, Nick slid his cock inside her, causing Zerrin to softly moan.
“That’s it, tesoro,” Nick watched her reaction as He moved inside her, “this pussy was hungry for its Master’s cock, huh?”
“Yes, Master,” Zerrin moaned, “this pussy missed Your cock.”
“Ooh, that’s what I like to hear,” Nick moved inside Zerrin faster, causing her moan a little louder.
Outside Nick’s office, the sounds of Beethoven were overheard by others in the department. “I always wonder what he’s doing when he listens to classical music that loud,” Bob shook his head.
“You could always ask him to turn it down and I’m sure he’ll do it,” Herschelle suggested.
“Nah,” Bob shrugged, “at least it’s not that hip-hop junk he likes.”
Back inside Nick’s office, he reached for a vibrator and placed it on Zerrin’s clit as he continued to fuck her. “Fuck!” she cried.
“You know the rules, tesoro,” Nick moved faster inside her, “you know the rules.”
The feeling was overwhelming—her Master’s thick cock inside her and a vibrator on her swollen clit. Zerrin almost didn’t get the words out because it was too much to handle. “Please, Master…please…”
“Please what?” Nick growled.
“Please…please can I cum?” she asked.
“Ooh, I don’t know about that.”
“Please, Master,” Zerrin begged and panted. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold off.
“Beg for it.”
“Please, can I cum?”
“Again.”
“Please, can I cum?”
“Yes.”
Zerrin gripped the rope that bound her and arched off the desk, a deep, voracious moan escaping her lips. She felt reborn, on a cloud, on a different planet and era. Nick pulled out of Zerrin and walked to her face, teasing His cock on her lips. Zerrin opened her mouth to let her Master fuck it. A short time later, He came and she swallowed His seed. He unbound her hands and cradled her body so they could relax together on the sofa. He then covered their bodies with a blanket and they fell asleep.
****
Nick was awoken by knocking on his office door. He briefly glanced at his watch and it was already four p.m. He and Zerrin had been asleep for just an hour. He quickly dressed himself and turned down the music. He cracked opened the door and saw it was Rosemary behind it.
“Rosemary,” Nick greeted her as he stepped outside his door and quickly closed it behind him, “what brings this visit?”
“I was just checking to see if you were all right in there,” Rosemary took a sweeping glance at Nick’s attire. She noticed he wasn’t wearing any shoes. “You’ve been playing your classical music for a while now.”
“Oh, I’m sorry about that. Was it too loud?” he asked.
“Oh, no. No one in this department will complain about you playing your classical music too loud.” She laughed.
“Good, good,” Nick folded his arms, “so is there anything else I can help you with?”
“Actually, yes,” Rosemary pulled out a flyer and gave it to Nick, “we’re having our English department celebration, honoring the upcoming graduates. We’re hosting it in the Kimmel Center this year. I was hoping you could volunteer for clean-up and maybe ask your grad student if she’s able to as well?”
“Sure thing, Rosemary,” Nick agreed, “it won’t be a problem.”
Rosemary briefly caught a whiff of Nick’s cologne and inhaled deeply. She always had a schoolgirl crush on him, admiring his trim waist and muscular build. Every female professor, single or married, had a thing for Nick, but he made it clear he didn’t date colleagues or bosses. She would have to find a way for him to break that rule. “Great! Well, I guess I’ll let you go back to what you were doing, Nick. I’ll catch you later.”
“Bye, Rosemary.” He smiled before he went back into his office. He was greeted by a kneeling Zerrin. “You can stand now.”
Zerrin stood up and made eye contact with her Master. “Is everything okay, Master? Do I need to leave?”
“No, everything’s fine,” Nick motioned back to the sofa and Zerrin rejoined him. He covered her up with the blanket again so she wouldn’t get cold. “We have a business function to attend to. The English department is celebrating the upcoming graduates and we all have to attend. We were signed up to stay back to help with clean-up.”
“Great,” Zerrin snuggled against her Master when they awoke a short time later. “I never did thank you for gifting me the orgasm, Master.”
“You’re welcome,” Nick kissed her forehead, “you’ve been a great submissive, Zerrin. You’ve really made improvements over the past several months and you should be very proud of yourself.”
“I have You to thank, Master. You, Whitney, and Stacey.”
“It’s not just us. We can lay the foundation but it’s up to you to build the structure. And I have never been prouder.” He warmly smiled.
“Thank you, Master,” Zerrin softly yawned. “What time is it?”
“A little after four. You have a few hours until class tonight.”
“Cool,” Zerrin stretched a little, “I should probably get ready for my class.”
“Before you leave, Zerrin, what are your plans for Sunday?”
“Sunday?” She thought quickly. “I’m not doing anything. What’s up?”
“I want to see if you were available to have dinner with my family?” Nick was still unsure about extending the invite, but at least he knew Zerrin wouldn’t be alone and out of place with Tiana and Faith at the table. “They want to meet you.”
His family wants to meet me? Me? “Um, sure,” Zerrin quickly ran a hand through her hair. She desperately needed her hair re-braided before then. She couldn’t go over to Nick’s mother’s home with grown-out braids. “I need to get my hair re-braided before I go over there.”
“Don’t worry about it. It looks fine.”
“Um, no it doesn’t,” Zerrin corrected, “I’m not going over there with my hair like this.”
“My sister-in-law is a hairstylist so maybe she can hook you up with an appointment.”
“And because you said that, then I’m definitely getting my hair re-braided,” she laughed. “Besides I need to take my hair down, deep condition it and get it ready for re-braiding.”
“How long does it normally take you?”
“A few hours, give or take?”
“Okay,” Nick nodded, “I’ll help you.”
Zerrin looked at her boyfriend, astonished. She knew he was being nice but she wasn’t sure if he was ready to see her in a state that wasn’t just not glamorous but downright scary. “Okay, Nick, I don’t know what you know about a Black woman’s hair, but it’s nothing like Barbie’s.”
Nick’s eyes became serious and his jaw tightened. “Don’t assume what you don’t know.”
Zerrin read her lover’s eyes. She knew she wasn’t his first Black girlfriend, but she didn’t realize he might have been through a similar process with previous girlfriends. “You’ve done this before?”
“I’ve done a lot of things,” Nick answered the question while remaining intentionally vague, “So what time do you want me over there?”
“Eight p.m. tomorrow,” Zerrin replied, “it’s a long and tedious process and not fun at all.”
“Your blatant discouragement will not deter me,” Nick’s eyes had a sparkle in them, “I’ll call Faith so she can get you in on Saturday and you can look fresh for Sunday.”
“You don’t ever take no for an answer, do you?” she asked.
“Not really.”
Sixteen
“You are so full of it, it’s not even funny,” Nick commented behind Zerrin. “Actually, no it is funny, come to think of it. You’ve obviously been brainwashed.”
The couple was back at Zerrin’s apartment, taking down her braids. Zerrin was unsure if she wanted Nick to see her in her raw and unaltered state—naturally kinky and unwashed hair. But Nick was persistent and helped her take down her hair. Zerrin showed Nick how to undo the braids with a comb and then with his fingers, gently massaging her scalp in the process.
“How am I full of it? You know I’m right,” Zerrin smiled through the mirror.