Yappy broads are a thing I couldn’t stand. I liked quiet women, who spoke only when they had something interesting to say. Small talk bored me. I liked intelligent women who didn’t mind letting me take charge. That’s a hard combination to find.
I didn’t consider myself bossy or controlling. I thought of myself as a self-assured man who knew what he wanted and how he liked things to be. Not that the world should revolve around me or anything like that. It’s just that I didn’t like to explain every little thing I did or wanted to a woman. And that had me being single. Not many women want that in a man. But at that club, many, many women did want that.
The Dungeon of Decorum was a dream come true for me. I had taken on three different subs at different times. I also dabbled with quite a few of the women in the club, without making them mine. It was easy to let all of them go. Nothing was ever overly emotional, a thing I liked about the entire setup.
With my subs, there were contracts made that had my rules in them. The women understood what I wanted and complied with everything. I wasn’t into any kinks at that time. Normal sex was all I wanted. Mostly, I wanted control. I wanted a woman who did as I told her to. She kept quiet, did anything I asked of her without so much as an eye roll, and laid down for me when I wanted her to. Simple and easy.
After a while, I added in a few things. I found I liked to bind their hands behind their back or over their heads. I liked to cuff them to the bed. And on occasion, I liked to spank them with my hand or a paddle. Nothing overly painful. To me, I’d have to get too into their heads to know what they wanted or needed. I wasn’t a typical Dom. I didn’t eat and breathe the role as a lot of the men I knew at the club did.
Part of the pleasure they got out of it all was thinking about their sub and what they could do for her. I just wasn’t that into it. I wanted that lifestyle for me, not anyone else. Did that make me selfish? Hell yes it did. I didn’t care, though. I wasn’t in it to make life-long friends. I had a lot of those already.
When Josh’s wife started naming off the women she knew that I could take to the reunion, I added to my lie. I told Josh I’d gotten married since we’d talked last. It would be her I’d take to the reunion, he could tell his wife to forget about setting me up any longer.
Now I had two functions I needed a wife for during that summer. A few days later, I received an invitation in the mail from my college roommate. He was getting married on the third Saturday in June. I hated to go to weddings alone. It was just too depressing, and all the bridesmaids hit on me.
I didn’t enjoy being hit on. I was the hunter, not the prey.
And as I sat on the deck, finishing off my beer, I got a text from my cousin back in New York. She was getting married at the end of August and wanted me to be there.
Two weddings, a reunion, and a week-long vacation with my extended family and Hamptons’ royals. What was I to do?
Not one of the subs I’d ever had was the right kind of woman to play that part. They were all a bit on the nasty and sinister side. I needed a good girl. One you’d find in the house next door. But she’d have to be easy for me to get along with for three months. We’d have to live together to make it all look real.
I had rings to buy. A home in New York would be a great prop too, I thought. I could easily put that all together in no time at all. The only thing I couldn’t figure out was how to get a good girl to become my fake wife.
The doorbell rang, and I went through the house to answer it. My neighbor was standing there with a chocolate cake in her hand. “Hey there, handsome.”
“Maggie. What’s with the cake?” I stepped back to let her in and went to the kitchen to grab another beer. I didn’t bother to get her one. She wouldn’t be staying.
“I made it for you. Isn’t today your birthday, Jett?”
“Nope.” I opened the beer and took a long drink. Maggie always had some excuse for why she was coming to my home. I wasn’t surprised she’d come up with that one.
She placed the cake, that was caved in on one side, on the dining room table and put her hand on her round hip as she threw her stringy black hair behind her shoulder. “Oh, my bad.” Her finger touched her lower lip as she made a vain attempt at looking sexy. “Well, you can have the cake, anyway. Got an extra beer in there, Jett?”
“Nope.” I tossed the bottle top into the trash and went back out onto the deck. “Thanks for the cake. You know your way out.”
She followed along behind me anyway. “I didn’t see any take-out boxes in your trash. Have you eaten dinner yet?”
“I have not. I may call in.” Pulling my shades off my head, I put them on and looked out at the ocean, instead of at her.
Maggie annoyed me. She always had. It was just that she was so damn obvious. She wanted me. And that, in itself, turned me off.
I knew to what lengths women would go to who wanted me. I wasn’t about to get trapped by any of the conniving bitches.
That’s why I liked the whole system of the Dom/sub relationship. If I said to take birth control, they did. If I said don’t get your ass pregnant, they obeyed me. Maggie and other women like her couldn’t be trusted.
When Maggie walked up to lean on the railing of the deck, she leaned way over as if she was looking at how high up she was. She was showing me her ass. Her large ass that was clad in some short shorts. Funny how it didn’t tempt me at all. Not one little bit.
“I could make dinner for you. I make a mean spaghetti.” She turned around slow and easy, jutting out her plump breasts. Again, it gave me no rise. She just wasn’t the package I wanted.
“If I told you that you were wasting your time on me, would that stop this torture?” I took another drink and looked past her, instead of at her.
“Torture? You think a woman offering you cake and dinner is torture?”
“You’re offering me more than that.” I pulled my shades down to look over them at her. “If I told you to go to my bedroom. Put on the blindfold that’s in the left-hand nightstand drawer. Get naked and on your knees and wait for me, what would your answer be?”
“Which door goes to your bedroom?” She smiled, sinisterly.
“And that is why I don’t want you. You’re too damn easy, Maggie.”
“I’m not into games.” She took a few steps, shaking her ass as she went.
“You are into games. I’m not. I’m into straightforward sex with no strings.”
“I can do that.” She blew a kiss at me.
I took another drink. She was already boring me. “You’re not the right one, Maggie. You don’t have what I need. I need a good girl.”
“I can be your good girl, Jett. Try me.”
I got up and took her by the hand, leading her into the house. She was already breathing heavy as I went through the house. Then I opened the front door. “Bye, Maggie.”
She stopped the heavy breathing with one loud huff. “Jett Simmons, you’re a fucking dick!”
“I know.” I closed the door in her face and locked it. Then went back out to my deck to think about what I could do about getting myself a fake wife.
Asia
“Miss Jones, it looks like I’ll be seeing you again next semester.” Professor Laughton placed the sheet of paper face down on my desk.
I didn’t even have to look at it. But the man could bet I wouldn’t be taking his class again. I’d find another Data Extracting teacher for my next round with the tougher than hell class.
That also signaled the end of my free ride to college. My scholarship had gone down the drain, and I was left with no idea how to come up with enough money to make next year’s tuition.
My head hung low as I made my way back to the dorms. At least I’d have a roof over my head and food to eat until school got out in a couple of weeks. Bummed didn’t even come close to what I was feeling.
Someone bumped shoulders with me, taking my attention from the green grass I was crushing with each footstep. “I’ve seen better faces on a potato.” It was a fr
iend of mine, Joy. She was one of those beautiful rich girls who have no problems. She’d never understand mine. “So, what’s up with it?”
“Nothing.” I plodded along, trying to get into my room before I burst into tears.
She got in front of me, stopping me and taking my chin in her hand. Her nails were perfectly manicured with a shiny pink polish on them. Her hair, perfectly quaffed. She was just too perfect. “Something’s wrong. Come on, tell me, Asia. No reason to keep it all bottled up.”
The tears were stinging my eyes. “I’m about to cry, Joy. Just let me go.”
Wrapping her arm around me, I noticed the delicate scent of her perfume. It smelled expensive. “You come with me. I’m not about to leave you to cry alone.” She whisked me away before I could protest.
The next thing I knew, we were sitting in her apartment. She was making margaritas and plating up some chips and salsa. I was soon drowning my sorrows as I ate spicy food. But I still wasn’t feeling any better about things.
Taking a seat at the table across from me, Joy was ready to hear my pitiful story. “Spill it, Asia. All of it.”
The words spilled out of my mouth as tears spilled out of my eyes, “I can’t finish college! I failed a class, and my scholarship is going to get revoked! I have to make a shit-ton of money to pay for everything now, and I don’t know how I’m going to do it!” I bellowed and whined then laid my head on the table and gave up.
“Oh, that’s an easy fix. You can do what I did. I didn’t have any money for college, and I found a way to pay for that and then some.” Her words were crazy. She made no sense to me.
She didn’t have money for college?
The girl reeked of expensive things. She had all the latest styles in clothes. A great car. The bad ass apartment. She had it all and was going to school.
“How?” That’s all I could say as I wiped my eyes and shook my head in disbelief.
Did she really have a great way to make all the money I needed?
“There’s this place in Oregon…”
I cut her off. “I can’t get there. I don’t have money to do that.” It was hopeless. I’d never get to finish school.
“Listen to me, Asia. I signed up for an auction. I put myself up to be a man’s submissive partner. The one I was in was for a two-month contract. The club pays for the plane ticket to get you there. They dress you in their clothes, and when a man purchases you, they take over everything else. They provide you with clothing, food, drink, shelter. You are theirs to take care of for whatever time the contract says.”
“That sounds a little bit too good to be true, Joy.” I just wasn’t believing her. It couldn’t be real.
“Well, there are things you must do, of course.”
I picked up a napkin and blew my nose. “Of course.” I knew it was too good to be true!
“You have to do whatever he wants. But you have control over it all.”
“That’s an oxymoron if I ever heard one. Do what he wants, yet I’m in control.” I wasn’t buying it.
“Yes, you see you fill out a list of things you will and won’t do. For instance, I won’t ever do knife or gun play.”
“Fuck! What kinds of shit do these men want?” I was shocked.
“It’s BDSM, Asia. I know you’ve heard about it. Who hasn’t?” She took a little sip of the margarita and looked up as if I was a fool.
“BDSM? The hitting stuff? The tying up stuff? The men dominating women stuff?” I shook my head the whole time and wondered what kind of females sign themselves up for that.
A wry grin curled her lips. “Oh, you’d be shocked how great it all feels. You go to another place and time when you’re doing it. And this club makes sure the Doms are well-trained. There’s nothing to worry about. You learn so much about your mind and body, and you get paid to do it. It’s a win-win.”
“More like a lose-lose. You’re talking about selling your body, Joy.” I was feeling a bit sick to my stomach. My friend wasn’t who I thought she was at all!
“If it’s that, then why did I never feel that way. Hell, I felt like I was getting paid to feel pleasure beyond my wildest dreams. The things that were done to me, I’d have gladly paid someone to do. It was that good, Asia.”
Somehow I was becoming more intrigued than disgusted. “And how will I be in control?”
“The safeword and the fact there will be no kind of play that you don’t previously approve of. The talking about what you’ll do is almost as enticing as the doing it part.” She licked her lips and closed her eyes. “And you’ll have those memories forever! Sometimes, I can still hear my Dom telling me to sit still, or he’ll spank my ass. Then I’d wiggle just to get him to do it. It’d make me wet and horny every single time.”
I was back to being disgusted. “There’s something wrong with you, Joy.”
“If that’s true, then I’m cool with that. And I’m not the only one, either. There were hundreds of women at the club. Not all were in the auction. Some were there to be pleasured by the men without accepting any form of payment for it.”
“So why pay for a sub at an auction if they can have women who will do it for free?”
“Because some men want it to last longer than one session. Some want to take the girl with them. Some want to keep her for a while. Believe me, once you’ve been kept, you will know the true meaning of power. You’ll give yours and get theirs. It’s an exchange that will change you forever.”
Joy had never talked about any man in her life, it had me curious. “Did you fall in love with the man who bought you?”
“Love?” She shook her head. “No. Not love. I respected him immensely. I loved the way he made me feel. But I didn’t love him. To be honest, he kept his guard up, not ever completely letting me in. I was fine with that. And I was ready for it to end. The intensity can get overwhelming.”
“Would I have to be in an auction? Because I don’t want to be with a man I’ve never seen. I’d like to pick. Or is that impossible?” I couldn’t believe what I was saying.
Was I going to do this?
“You can sign up as available for a contract. You’ll have to have a physical which the club will pay for. Then you’ll pick out the kinds of play you will and won’t do. If you get an interested man, he’ll message you, I think. It’s different than the auctions. But you will have the choice of telling him yes or no.”
“So I could hold out for a man who I feel attracted to?”
“You could.” She took out her phone and pulled up the site. “The Dungeon of Decorum is like something out of a fantasy book. It’s like a dream you never knew you wanted to have.”
My wheels were spinning. I could do it. I could be in some control. And I had a secret too. Something that might just get me more money than most. I was a virgin.
There was one more thing I had to know. “Joy, how much money were you paid for the two months?”
“Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.”
“Fuck me!”
I was in!
Jett
The end of May was looming just around the corner. My family’s vacation was getting close, and I had to come up with a bride, and fast!
No one in my immediate circle would do. I had to venture out, and even then I found no one that I thought I could get along with for three months.
Then it came to me that I could search The Dungeon of Decorum’s website for a prospect. I was short on time, I had nowhere else to look.
With my fingers crossed, I pulled up the website and began to browse. Unfortunately, the women who were into the BDSM scene were mostly going for that classic bad girl look. I didn’t want a bad girl, I wanted a good one.
Just as I was about to give up hope, I saw her. Asia Jones was her name, and she looked like an angel. And she had to be smart too. She was in college at Rutgers, majoring in statistics. A little boring but she had to be damn smart to want to do that.
I ran my fingertips over her pink cheek on the computer scree
n. Her hair hung in a silky sheet of black hair that looked as it if went to her waist it was so long. Her bangs were long, framing her beautiful face. Almond shaped eyes with doe-like brown irises looked peaceful as thick dark lashes surrounded them. Her skin was the color of coffee with a lot of cream in it. Her lips were pink and just the right amount of plump. High cheekbones made her look just a touch on the exotic side. She was a real beauty.
She was the one!
But there was her list to get through. She allowed spanking, different types of sensory deprivation was a thing she would do. Bondage would be okay with her. Those were all I really cared about.
My cell rang, and I saw my mother was calling. “Hi, Mom.”
“Jett, I can’t wait to meet her. You two are still together, right?”
“We sure are. And boy are you going to be surprised.” I smiled at Asia’s picture. Mom would adore her.
“I want to know her name. I need to make place settings.” Her way of getting it out of me, but it wasn’t going to work.
“You can put Mrs. Jett Simmons on her name card. She’ll get a kick out of that, I bet.” Would Asia get a kick out of being called Mrs. Simmons? Would she like being called my wife?
“Oh, my! Are you really going to marry her before you get here, Jett?” Mom was on a level I’d never heard before. Excitement, mixed with high octane adrenaline filled her voice.
“I am, Mom. I’m going to do it.” If Asia would agree to be mine.
I would have to make sure the pot was sweet enough to get her to jump right in with both feet. I’d bought a house in a ritzy suburb outside of New York. I’d let her have it if she played nicely with me.
“I wish you’d get married here, son. Your father and I’d love to be with you on your special day. Please tell me you’ll think about it.” Her whimpering was tearing at my heartstrings.
But there would be no real wedding for her to attend. “Sorry, Mom. Asia wants it to be just the two of us. She’s shy. You understand, don’t you?”
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