“Because doms don’t do that?”
He laughs. “No, doms do whatever the fuck they want. I stopped because it didn’t excite me anymore, but that tiny little taste I took of you, Jesus, Mia, I can’t wait to get you sitting on my face, fucking my tongue and spreading your deliciousness all over me. So when you do taste another pussy, you’ll be as disappointed as I was until I met you.”
Wiping my forehead, I exhale slowly, listening to the intensity of his words. I’ve never had anyone talk to me like this.
“What do say about that, Mia?”
“Thank you. I’m flattered.”
“You should be. Now, I’ll let you go. You need to work, and so do I. I’ll wait for the details that we discussed for tomorrow night. Don’t forget the rest of your requirements.”
“Text you my food and call before bedtime.”
“You got it. Have a good day.”
“You too, Gabriel.”
“Mia?”
“Yes?”
“You turn me on so much.”
Grinning, I reply, “Same.”
“Talk to you later.”
“Bye.”
After hanging up, I return my attention to my email, filled with nothing but lust. How I’m going to concentrate the rest of the day is still a mystery.
A moment later, Michelle pops up again. “What’s going on with you?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I’ve sat across from you for over a year. You never talk on your phone at work, you never giggle,” she emphasizes the word. “And you’re always super focused. Something changed.”
“I didn’t giggle, Michelle.”
“Damn near. Is it a guy?”
I nod. “Yeah.”
She props her arms on the edge of the wall separating us. “What’s his name?”
“Gabriel. He’s Sara’s brother. I was with him the night of the holiday party.”
“Oh, that hot guy. I saw him. My hubby swatted my arm once when he caught me staring.”
I laugh. “He’s definitely hot.”
“Yeah. Is he the source of your newfound interest in breakfast?”
“Yep. It’s just a thing with him.”
She shrugs. “That’s interesting, but a word of advice.”
“Yeah?”
“I’m not the only one who’s noticed a change. Tami popped over yesterday while you were out on the balcony and asked if you were okay. You know how she bends Marian’s ear all the time.”
Dammit. Tami, the office snitch. She tells our boss everything, and up to now I never cared since I never had anything to talk about.
“What did you tell her?”
“I said your mom called. It was the only thing I could think of quickly.”
“I appreciate you covering for me. I’ll get it under control. Thanks for the heads up.”
“No problem.”
“Did you, um, hear any of my conversation?”
Michelle grins. “Do you really want to know?”
Sighing, I nod. “Yeah.”
“It sounded like you said yes sir. I didn’t hear any details, but I just noticed your voice was unusually passive.”
“Oh, I was just being silly. The whole sir bit is an inside joke.”
“I figured as much. I can’t imagine you calling your boyfriend sir.” She laughs. “How weird would that be?”
“Totally weird.” I smile. “Well, on that note, I better take your advice and buckle down.”
“Same here. Did you get your monthly report turned in on time?”
“Yeah, but barely.”
“Me too. I was late last month and got my butt chewed. I’m always scrambling to get all the numbers together.”
“I have a pretty good system. It’s a spreadsheet I made that I just fill in every week. I’ll share it with you if you want it.”
“That would be awesome. Thanks.”
“Least I can do.”
As we both go back to work, I smile and shake my head, realizing how close I was to being caught with my fingers between my legs. Instead of serving as a deterrent, it only excites me that much more.
Later that day, as I sit with Sara waiting for my salad, my thoughts still linger on this morning.
“Mia?”
I blink, noticing Sara staring at me. “Oh, sorry.”
“Everything okay?”
“Totally. So I can only go for an hour tomorrow. I’m seeing Gabriel after that.”
“That’s cool. I was gonna have Jamie meet me when he gets off of work. You should have Gabriel stop by too.”
“I’ll ask him.” My salad is delivered, and I quickly take a picture of it then text it off to Gabriel before digging in.
Sara shakes her head. “What is this weird food fetish Gabriel has?”
I shrug. “Don’t know. He asked if I minded sending him pics of my food and I said no.”
“As long as you’re cool with it.”
“I am. Did you hang out with Jamie last night?”
“No. He had a ton of papers to grade before classes let out for winter break.”
“Ah, but he gets the whole summer off, right?”
“Right. I hope we’re still a couple by then.”
“Me too.”
“Think you and G will be?”
“No idea.”
“Do you hope you are?”
Stabbing my salad with my fork, I sigh, wishing I could tell her everything, but knowing I never can. “Yeah I do.”
She smiles and pats my hand. “Are you gonna give him a Christmas present?”
“Oh, God no. I mean, no. I don’t think so. No.” My brow furrows. “I didn’t even think about it yet, obviously.”
She laughs. “Obviously. I think you should. Something simple. Just enough that he’ll know you like him.”
“I’ll think about that. I guess it’s coming soon.”
“Very soon. Two weeks. You’re not going home this year, right?”
“Nope. Every other. This is my off year.”
“Oh good. I think Gabriel would be sad if you were gone.”
If he even let me go. “Maybe. Does he talk about me to you?”
“No. He said the same thing you did. Too many details are not allowed for the little sister.”
“He’s smart.”
“He is. I hate it though. I feel like you have a big secret I don’t get to share in.”
More than she even knows. “It’s better this way.”
“I know.” She pokes her salad. “So, I’m thinking of getting a Brazilian wax. Want to go with me?”
My eyes open wide briefly. “Um, what?”
“I want to get it all waxed off. I think it’ll be hot the next time Jamie goes down. Like a surprise, you know?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“You could surprise Gabriel too.”
I chuckle. “Nice try.”
“What?” she asks with false innocence.
“You want to know if he’s gone down on me?”
“I really do.”
Laughing, I just shake my head. “No.” Technically anyway.
“So he hasn’t even seen it yet. You could get it all waxed up and pretty.”
“I didn’t say he hasn’t seen it.”
Her eyes open wide as her cheeks turn pink. “You’re such a tease.”
I eat a bite of salad, grinning at my friend. After I swallow, I pat her hand. “I’m already waxed. I’ve been doing it for years. I just like how it feels.”
“Oh. Does it hurt?”
“Yeah, but it’s worth it.” I tilt my head. “Does the rug match the curtains?”
“What?”
I laugh, pointing between her legs. “Are you a redhead everywhere?”
She throws her head back in laughter, causing other people in the restaurant to look over at us. “I am.”
“Nice. I think that’s kind of hot. I would leave it if I were you unless it’s a big 1970’s bush or something.”
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br /> She shakes her head, still giggling. “No. I keep it groomed.”
“Why don’t you see what Jamie wants? The next time he’s got his tongue buried in you, you look down and ask him if he would rather lick a bald pussy.”
“Mia!” She gives me a stern look. “You have such a naughty mouth.”
“So? You’re the one that wants to get your kitty waxed.”
“Do you kiss my brother with that mouth?”
“As a matter I fact I do, Sara. You should hear the other things I say.”
She fans herself. “I don’t think I’m woman enough for that.”
“Sure you are. Say pussy. Say it right now.”
“No way.”
“Say it or I’ll stand up and announce to everyone that you’re gonna get it waxed after work.”
“You would not!” I stand up, clearing my throat as she yanks my arm, pulling me back into my seat. “Stop it.”
“Say it.”
She looks around the restaurant, then back at me. “You are so bad.”
“I already know that.”
“You just want me to say the word?”
“You can use it in a sentence if you want to.”
“Um, okay. Um, after work...” she pauses.
“You can do it.”
“After work, I was gonna get my, um…” She squeezes her eyes shut like she’s tasting something sour. “I’m gonna get my pussy waxed.”
When she opens her eyes, our waiter is standing right next to us, looking at us with widened eyes. Sara’s face turns a shade of red any lobster would envy, and I have to stifle my laughter.
“Uh,” the waiter starts. “Can I get you ladies anything else?”
Sara buries her face in her hands, while I handle it. “No, we’re good. Just the check please.”
“You got it.” He scurries off and I burst into laughter.
“You, brat!” Sara scolds. “How embarrassing. Now we can never eat here again.”
I keep laughing, pausing only when the waiter drops off our check. After we pay, we walk out, and I put my arm around my friend’s shoulder.
“I’m proud of you, Gingerbread.”
She shakes her head. “You set me up.”
“I swear I didn’t even see him walk up until the words were already out of your mouth.”
She finally laughs. “His face was priceless.”
“Absolutely priceless.”
Back at work, we go our separate ways, and I buckle down to get my work finished for the day. I want to show anyone who’s watching that I’m still getting my shit done. If I can just block thoughts of Gabriel out for a while, I’ll be okay. I sigh as I open my email. Easier said than done.
SITTING AT MY desk, I stare at the picture of Mia’s tits on my phone, all too aware of my dick straining against my slacks. Just one more day, I remind myself. So close. I’m startled when my phone rings in my hand, then smile when I see the number.
“Hey, François,” I answer. “How the hell are you?”
“Fantastic, mon ami. You?”
“Great.”
“Life in Les États-Unis is good for you?”
“Yeah, being back in the States is good. What’s going on with you?”
“I just returned home from having a bite with some friends, and I missed you being with us.”
“I miss you too, my friend. I hope I can visit at least once a year. You’re always welcome here too.”
“I may take you up on that. What have you been doing since you returned?”
“Just getting used to work again, reminding myself that I’m actually an American and not a Parisian.”
François laughs. “Yes, but you did assimilate awfully well.”
“When in Rome, or Paris, as it were.”
“You fit in well with us hooligans.”
“Takes one to know one, yes?”
“Yes. Any exciting females to discuss?”
“Yeah, I have one lined up.”
“No surprise. Is she sitting at your feet as we speak?”
“Metaphorically speaking, she’s almost there, but she’s different than the others. She’s not submissive.”
“Not submissive? Why are you wasting your time then?”
“I’m not wasting my time, François. She’s more exciting than any woman I’ve ever met. Her defiance is way hotter than her submission alone. When she finally gives in to what I want…” I shake my head, replaying memories of it in my mind. “She definitely excites me.”
“Very interesting. I’ve never tried to convert a non-sub before.”
“If you met Mia, you would do whatever you had to do to get her in your bed. She’s exquisite. I even asked her the question.”
“No? Did you?”
“Yes. After spending time with her, I knew she was finally the one I’ve been searching for. I asked and she said yes.”
“Does she understand what she’s agreed to?”
“She’s learning.”
“Well now, this is exciting. I may have to visit just to meet the woman that has enraptured you. No one will believe it when I tell them Gabriel di Capo finally found his devoted.”
“I thought it would take a long time, but I met her after being here just a few weeks, and the attraction was instant. She told me to fuck off the first week I knew her.”
François laughs. “Did you take her down?”
“No, I fucking loved it. I mean I quickly put her back in her place, but like I said, her defiance captivated me. When she answers the phone she always has a shitty attitude about it. Turns me on.”
“I believe I understand now. Her resistance excites you, correct?”
“Correct.”
“And when she goes your way, even better, yes?”
“Yes.”
“How long do you think she will stay like that though? A true submissive always will. Aren’t you worried one day she’ll just have enough and walk away?”
“No. I think the more into it we get, the more she’s going to see that I’m helping her find her true nature. She’ll stay.”
“I’m sure you know what you’re doing.”
“I do. How about you? Have you kept Isabella?”
“No, I had to dismiss her just last week in fact.”
“What happened? I thought she was your favorite?”
“She was until… you recall that gentleman that came to one of our parties a few months ago?”
“Uh, Tomas, right?”
“Right. Well, he came again and seduced my kitten away from me. I found her in a room with her face between his legs. He apologized to me and said she begged him so he acquiesced. She didn’t deny it, so I dismissed her.”
“I’m sorry, François. I know how you adored her.”
“I did, but I’ll find a new one. There’s always a woman willing to bow down.”
I smile, remembering Mia last night. “Yes, but very few worthy of adoration.”
“True. Maybe I’ll come to America and find my devoted there too.”
“You never know, man. The door is always open.”
“Merci, mon ami. I will let you go now, but do stay in touch. Don’t forget your friends in France.”
“I never could. Good to hear from you.”
After hanging up, I lean back in my chair recalling the day I met François and company.
“You are the American?” Turning to see the source of the question, I nod at the very tall, very imposing man in front of me.
“Je suis. Je m'appelle Gabriel.”
“You can speak English,” he says in his heavily accented voice. “How did you find out about this place?”
Reaching into my pocket, I hand him the piece of paper that I was given by a woman in a club the night before. He looks it over, then back at me.
“You understand what we do here?”
“On some level. I’d like to learn more.”
“Why?”
My eyes take in all the people watching me in the dar
k room we sit in. Soft jazz music plays as people mingle, and if I didn’t know better, I would think it’s just a regular bar. I was told I could come, pay the hefty fee to get in, and decide if I wanted to play. I did and do even more now that I’m here.
“I think I’ll fit in here.”
The man grins and nods, then grabs the woman next to him, shoving her toward me. “This is Marie. Marie likes to be choked while she’s being fucked, ideally by several men at once. We happen to be looking to add someone to our play tonight. Everyone will watch, and if you meet the approval of The Committee, you can stay. What do you say, Gabriel the American?”
“Fine.”
Marie smiles, pulling off her dress in front of me. She’s a pretty girl, with short blonde hair and huge tits, but not one I usually choose to fuck. There’s just something desperate about her, but if this is how I get in, this is what I’ll do.
“Marie, please relieve Monsieur Gabriel’s cock from his jeans.”
“Oui, Monsieur.”
I sit back as she unzips my jeans and frees my cock to the gasps of several ladies in the crowd. The man’s eyes roam my body, checking me out.
“You are in for a treat tonight, Marie.”
She nods, smiling, as she kneels in front of me and begins sucking. The man moves beside me, watching the woman work on my dick. Glancing at him, I nod.
“Hey, so since we’ll be fucking the same woman tonight, can I at least get your name?”
He chuckles, taking a long drag on his cigarette, before handing it to me. “I am François. I founded this club.”
I take a puff of his cigarette then hand it back. “Nice to meet you, François.”
“Let’s hope you think so by morning.”
That night, hopped up on a cocktail of drugs and alcohol, I fucked more women than I had collectively since moving to France, which was saying something. My dick was raw, my legs weak, my body spent, but I proved myself and was given a spot. Just a month later, I was admitted to The Committee, and had my pick of the most beautiful women in the lifestyle. The years I spent with them opened my mind to what sex and relationships could be, and I never looked back. Now, all I want to do is teach Mia what I know. Show her the way, and pray that once she sees it all, she never wants to leave me.
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