by Alyssa Clark
There was no hiding my reaction to all this in just my skivvies. “You got a car?” I asked and she nodded that she did. Must mean she’s a sous chef at a higher end restaurant. The only downside to her being a cook that I could see is she’d probably make me fat. Well, if I kept her here and kept living like I was broke, it’d save me from gaining weight. “You’re going to meet me at the club to bring me home,” I instructed, deciding that would probably work out well for the both of us. “I’ll do what I can before I completely burn out.”
“What can I do for you now?”
I shrugged a shoulder. “I need to get my day rolling. I have some errands to run, so I need a shower. As far as you go, you can go home.”
“I could help you with your shower.” she was eyeing me again, making it hard to ignore her want.
“How would you--” I stopped myself. I knew what she was implying now. “Not fucking you,” I said lightly. “Not gonna give in, not dumb enough to go in raw.”
“I’m on birth control,” she informed me.
“Yeah, not falling for that.” I turned to go into my bathroom. I turned on the hot water first, then the cold so I didn’t get scalded when it finally warmed up. I had my briefs kicked off when I noticed I wasn’t alone.
This was gonna take some getting used to.
I stepped into the still icy spray in an attempt to get some sort of control over my throbbing erection. “Not got time to play, sugar. Gotta see my PO, and she’s not gonna cut me slack just because I got someone wanting to play with me,” I grumbled as I glared at her.
“I’ll just help,” she assured me.
Irritated, but curious, I decided to let it slide. I poured a handful of soap into my hand and took the time to scrub it through my hair and down my neck. I turned, feeling uncomfortable with her watching me bathe, and worked my way down my chest. Almost as soon as I had my back to her, she started to mimic me. I felt her little hands on my shoulders, rubbing the liquid soap against my skin. It made me stiffen, but I didn’t object. Her fingers spread and it went from an awkward moment that where she was washing me, to a back rub that had me leaning against the dingy tile wall of my tiny bathroom.
My own work was forgotten in favor of her hands working out the tenseness of the muscles in my back. “Next time I start to kick up a fuss,” I grunted as she worked her way down to the small of my back. “Tell me you know what you’re doing and I’ll shut the fuck up.”
“I know what I’m doing,” she echoed as she went from the small of my back down to my ass.
I stiffened again but didn’t stop her. Now I was curious as to just what she was willing to do and how far she would go. I peered at her over a shoulder, watching as she followed the crack of my ass with a finger then cupped each cheek. All for the sake of cleaning I was sure.
“Your shirt is getting wet,” I observed because instead of removing it like a sane person she just stepped behind me into the spray of the shower. “Take it off.” Did I really need to tell her these things?
She paused to do that, and it made a soddened noise when it was dropped outside of the tub. It left her in just her panties.
She did say she was on birth control. She wants me to use her, why not use her? When was the last time I rode a nice wet pussy raw? I can barely remember. This girl wants it so bad.
Fuck me, my dick had a point.
I swallowed hard as I struggled to get back to the task at hand. I had an appointment with Suzanne. Being late for that was trouble, and that was shit I didn’t want to start. I rubbed my hands down my stomach to my cock, giving it a hard squeeze in an attempt to stifle the bad ideas it was spewing. There was no hiding it, me grabbing my dick, and I don’t know if she took it as an invitation or if his bad ideas were just loud enough for her to hear.
Her arms came around my hips, and I felt her little hands cup my balls, then her tits were pressed into my back.
“Fuck me,” I groaned as she teased me by gently rolling my balls in her hands.
“I want to,” she breathed against my back, making shit all the worse.
“No.” I pried my hands, then hers, off my junk and pulled out of her embrace. “I ain’t got time for this shit. You keep this up, and I’m gonna end up poking Suzanne’s damn eyes out.” I turned into the water to rinse the soap off. I turned off the water and glared at her. “Unless you are offering a five minute handy, I suggest you get out of my way and let me get going.”
Instead of listening, something I now understood as being a problem for her, she knelt in the tub. My breath caught, and my dick was quick to shut me up. She caught me by the shaft and immediately went low enough to suck one of my boys into her mouth.
Goddamn. Angela warned me about making it too easy for her to figure me out, but I couldn’t say no to this.
She sucked on one testicle, making me moan and search for something to keep me upright, then drifted to the other. This time making it so that every argument I had before was gone in favor of the sweet heat of her mouth and the crafty swirl of her tongue.
I didn’t want to be typical and obvious, but she had me by the root and was giving me something that I had needed for so long. The hand that gripped my dick immediately went to work, making it all too obvious that she was good with her hands and apt at multitasking.
And she wanted me to keep her, to use her. Fuck, if she was going to do shit like this, I wouldn’t be able to say no.
She pulled her mouth from my testicles, and I found a clear spot in my head so I could think to look down. I wanted to watch her as she bathed the underside of my shaft with her tongue, those eyes of hers pinned me as she wound her way up to the tip of my cock only to wrap her lips around it.
“Fuck,” I hissed as she oh so slowly began to swallow the length of me.
I leaned heavily against the wall, taking in the show as she bobbed along the length of me. She worked steadily, eyes on me as her hands worked in tandem with her mouth. One was stroking the length she hadn’t swallowed all the while the other was underneath massaging my testicles. She was working with a suction and rhythm that I wouldn’t be able to hold off the building orgasm if I wanted to.
It was too good, I couldn’t keep my hips from moving with her actions. I just managed to refrain from grabbing her by the hair and holding her still so I could just fuck her face. I didn’t need to go that far, not with the way her tongue found every little groove that made my toes curl. Then she rocked forward on me, moving her hand, and swallowing me to the hilt. She held me in place, choking on my cock until I groaned, “Fuck! I’m gonna cum.”
I thought that’d be enough for her to draw back, and she did, but she did it just long enough to catch her breath before she swallowed me full on again. There was no holding back the explosion then.
I went weak in the knees, groaning as I emptied myself out down her throat. I’m gonna have to remember to let her have her way when she wants to do this again. Never say no to a girl wanting to give you head. Especially when it's gonna be that damn good.
I couldn’t think much really, it was like she made me cum so hard my fucking brain went to mush. She kept at it, and I knew if I let her she’d probably have me hard again. “That’s enough,” I said as I finally found my sanity. “Don’t have time for more.”
She whimpered, and it felt so good before she slipped off my cock, she’d swallowed every drop of me. It was something that had me reeling as I stepped out of the tub. “You’re not allowed to touch yourself.” I decided the best route was to continue with the direction Angela had given me the night before. I found a towel to dry myself off. “Clean up this mess and if you have work, go to it. You’ll meet me with your vehicle at closing. Got it?”
“Yes, Master,” she said it low, and it was so tempting to turn around to look at her. If I did, I was gonna fuck up my schedule more.
“Easton,” I corrected her as I stepped out of the bathroom. I couldn’t take the Master shit. I’d have to think of an alternative that would work
for her later.
9
I got to my PO’s office with minutes to spare. I didn’t have the nerves in my gut like I usually did when it came to dealing with Suzanne. Nothing against my PO, she was an older lady that was nice enough, but she had the attitude of a CO. She took no shit from anyone, including me. I made it an effort to keep my nose clean and stay out of trouble. She saw that, and she cut me a little slack.
“You’re late,” she said from her desk, not looking away from her computer.
“You scheduled me to be here at two, it's two.” I didn’t argue with her because there was no arguing with her. It was more like a careful correction.
“You’re usually half an hour early,” she commented as she kept typing. “What’s new?”
“You heard about my new job.” I sat down in one of the uncomfortable chairs she kept in front of her desk. “Boss said she talked to you about all the important shit.”
She snorted a little. “You’re working in a club for a woman. The only difference I see between now and the job you had before you were convicted is that your boss is of a different gender.” She finally looked at me with her weathered brown eyes. “You’ve not been going to your anger management meetings either.”
“Didn’t need ‘em,” I shrugged. “You know why I was arrested, you know it was bullshit. Do I really need to go to them?”
“It’s part of your parole. The agreement is to go to a meeting once a month. You’ve missed the last two meetings this month, I suggest you make it a priority to hit the last one.” She went to a drawer and pulled out a plastic cup before she motioned to the open bathroom door behind me. “You know the routine. Don’t give me a reason to come in there and look over your shoulder.”
I grunted and took the cup, getting up to go fill it. I kept the bathroom door open so that she could be sure I didn’t have some rig that would spoil the sample or give her piss that wasn’t my own. I didn’t have a drug problem, never did. But it was part of the drill. Her watching was also apart of the drill. Junkies would try anything to get away with getting their fix.
“I’m going to have to give your new job the once over,” she said after I turned my back to her. “While I have no objections to your career choices, I have to make sure that it is somewhere where you won’t be making a repeat offense.”
“I’ll be sure to let my boss know,” I grunted as I came back to her with the full cup. “Question is if you’re gonna be able to handle the tour.”
She raised an eyebrow, looking at me as if she couldn’t figure out whether or not I was testing her. “What else is new?”
I rubbed my neck a little, thinking back to the treat I had gotten in the shower before this. “I guess you could say I have a piece of regular interaction. So,” I shrugged, “any of the shit on the list that ‘triggers anger and aggression’ should be a non-issue now.”
“That’s why you’re late?” She looked amused.
“Not late, on time.”
She snorted a little. “Good. Sometimes a woman can be a good anchor for a man. Try to be smarter than you look, it’ll help you stay out of trouble.” She waved a hand at the cup on her desk. “I find anything in this I’m gonna rain hell down on you, son. You know that, right?”
“Yes’am.” I nodded and stood. “That means I’m free to go, right?”
She nodded going back to her computer. “Make sure you give me a heads up when you finally move out of that shit hole. You keep me informed, I keep you out of cuffs. Capiche?”
I nodded again and turned. “Do me a favor, when you tour the club… don’t like it. I don’t want to see you frequenting it.”
She rolled her eyes. “Get out of my office with that crap. I’m too old for the clubs, and we both know it.”
God, I could only hope that she meant that. I stepped out of her office and onto the sidewalk, pulling out my little flip phone to send Angela a text. I didn’t think there’d be trouble with Suzanne paying a visit to the club, but she needed to know about it.
Now that I had time, I decided to use it for the shit I needed to do. Starting a routine like I had before my life went to shit. I’d just have to figure out a way to fit Tabitha into it.
10
The day and night went by so easily I had a light buzz by the time I walked out of the club. I’d almost forgotten about what was waiting for me. I realized the moment I saw her leaning against a fairly new sedan that I had asked her to do this, she was dressed for what I assumed was for work, a smock-like jacket that had buttons in two columns going down her chest. Her hair was piled up on her hair in a neat bun, I almost didn’t recognize her.
“If you get down on your knees in that getup you’re probably going to ruin something important,” I said as I eyed her. “You just get off of work, too?”
“About an hour ago,” Tabitha said lightly. “It takes a little while to get out here, that’s why I’m still dressed for work.”
“No big deal.” I was tired, but I felt good seeing her. “You don’t mind taking me home, do you?”
She gave me a smile that lit up her face, and she opened the door for me. “Not at all. Do you want me to take you to my place?”
“No, take me home.” I didn’t want to know that much about her, I didn’t want to see her apartment or see how much better off she might be than me. I was willing to overlook the car.
The good feeling carried me home with her, there was a convenience to not having to wait for every bus stop. The drive back to my slum of an apartment was quicker than usual, but I still felt the day catching up with me.
“Not sure what I’m capable of doing,” I admitted to her. “What did you want me to do?”
“After my day,” she said lightly. “I would be just fine with a low effort scene. Tie me down and take what you want, like at the club the other day.”
“Is it usually that simple?” Because so far what Angela had shown me as punishment was minimal, she’d just been tied down while she was spanked and I took advantage of the position she was in. If that’s all she wanted, I could easily give it to her. “Or is there more to it than that?”
“There’s more to it, that was a simplified punishment.” She didn’t look at me as she spoke just focused purely on the road. “I imagine Angela suggested it because it was close to opening. If there had been more time, I’m sure she would have thought of something more elaborate.”
“So I should talk to Angela for ideas about punishing you?”
“She is good with intricacies,” she murmured. “She has an attention to detail that has many vying for her attention as a domme. Unfortunately, she doesn’t take it to a sexual level that many crave.”
That confused me. “What does that mean?”
“Angela doesn’t have sexual relationships with anyone that she dominates,” she said as she pulled into a parking spot at the apartment. “She gives an outlet for what we, subs, need. But she doesn’t give the ultimate completion or use us as some of us would like.” She turned off the car and turned to me as she spoke. “She’s willing to give a taste of it, but not all of it. From what I understand that’s the way she’s always been.”
“Sex is usually involved with what you want?”
“Sometimes,” she said and shrugged a little. “You might want to take into account that I have been keyed up for over a day.” It was an honest answer, and it made me wonder what type of person she normally was. Was there normal for her?
“So,” I hesitated on getting out of the car, “that’s what you want from me? Just to fuck you?”
“Tonight,” she looked at me, “just a little more than that. Nothing too complicated, though.” She gave me a shy smile, something that managed to work its way through me. I was tired, but not tired enough to send her home. “I hope when there’s more time you’ll be willing to explore what I really want.”
“Let’s take one step at a time,” I told her as I opened the door. I wasn’t going to agree to something I didn’t understand. I
got up, and I didn’t wait for her. I headed up the stairs and, I heard her follow me, I decided that it would probably just be best to assume she was going to follow me unless I told her not to.
I unlocked the door and held it open for her, much like I did the night before. She did just as she had before without the hesitation. She moved with a surety that surprised me up until she went down to her knees in front of me. “Tell me what I can do to take care of you, Master.”
“Easton,” I said to her as I closed the door behind me. “And if you want me to do anything to you, you’re going to call me Easton from here on out. Understand?”
Her face twitched for just a moment, I guess my unwillingness to let her call me master bothered her. But it didn’t keep her from answering. “Yes, Easton.”
It sparked something in me, and I stayed at the door, looking at her in her uniform and knowing just what she looked like without it. “Take off your clothes.” There was something about being able to tell someone to do something and know without a shadow of a doubt that they’d do it without question.