It was anything but another boring, dull, routine Tuesday at work. The phones were ringing non-stop, but that’s to be expected in a company of this size. I was usually in charge of filing, routing phone calls, general correspondence and mail. However, this week I was working as a personal assistant to Robert, the company’s CEO.
His regular assistant was on leave for the week and I was lucky enough to be asked to fill in for him. Well, I’m not sure most would see this as a chance; he was a hard man to work for. He stood tall, well over 6′, his short black hair was cut almost military style and he had piercing blue eyes. He carried himself with great confidence and Alpha wasn’t even close to describing him.
With both his broad shoulders and deep voice, people naturally shied away. No one dared to make eye contact for a while, and when they did, his stare brought even the biggest bullies to their knees. But even with all that, I had the biggest crush on him, almost an obsession. So there I was, making sure my hair was perfect, clothes hung in the right places, makeup just right, heels, all for nothing. He didn’t give me the time of day, unless it was to bark orders at me or throw a file on the desk so I could work.
However, I refused to give up my quest to get his attention. I continued to smile through his scowl, to respond politely to his commands, to walk with just a little more wiggle as I left his office. He never indicated that he noticed, not even once. I was a little discouraged, but an opportunity of a lifetime presented itself. Robert was away in a meeting when I placed a file on his desk that he had requested, I noticed a corner of paper sticking out from under his keyboard.
Being the naturally curious assistant, I glanced at it. It was an email confirming his reservations and itinerary for the following weekend at a nearby resort hotel, known for its underground swingers club for Dom/sous couples. I’d heard about his alternative lifestyle, I didn’t know how much of it was just office gossip and how much was real, and while it sounded a little creepy, it also stirred something deep inside me. I couldn’t wait to find out more about his role in all of this.
The reservation was for two, but it didn’t say who he would be going with. I assumed it was a female partner, maybe someone he liked to swing with or maybe a submissive. Although I knew throughout the week that I had forwarded many phone calls from women to him and had taken even more messages from women, none of them jumped out as someone he was particularly attached to. I felt this was my chance to show him that I could play too.
I looked up the resort online and made my reservations for the same weekend. I had no idea how I was going to get invited to the underground party but I was going to do everything in my power to find out. I finished my tasks for the day and hurried home to get online.
I visited several sites that catered to the Dom/sub lifestyle. I spent the entire evening learning and was more than a little surprised to find myself very excited about being dominated. Not just by anyone, but by him.
While I was no stranger to sex, it had never really been fulfilling for me. And I never felt connected to my partners. But now I’m starting to feel like maybe it was because I wasn’t turned on, vanilla sex.
As I searched for site after site of everything from light bondage to almost torture, I felt more and more damp. By I was almost writhing in my chair. I felt nourished, as if steam was running through my veins and my eyes were glassy.
I turned off the computer and decided a shower was what I needed. I stepped into the shower stall and although the water was hot, it was cool on my overheated skin. The stinging spray did nothing to relieve my excited state. I tried soaping my body but even the sponge against my skin seemed to excite me more. I found myself dropping the sponge and stroking my body.
The soap slid my hands over the skin with ease. Running my hands over my stomach, my torso, I then took my heavy, sensitive breasts. I gently squeezed them, pinching and pulling at the nipples.
They were mocking and stony, and the pinch was wonderful. I twisted and rolled the hardened spikes, feeling the wetness build up between my legs. With each pull and pinch, a jolt of excitement went straight to my clit. I could feel it pulsing and swelling, begging to be touched. I squeezed my thighs together, rubbing them gently back and forth, but I needed more.
With one hand still cupping my chest and pinching my nipple, I brought the other down to stroke my engorged clit. The contact made me moan aloud and my hips automatically arched into my hand. I was smooth with my arousal and with the added soap, it was almost too soft of a touch. I still rolled the knot between my fingers, lightly pinching and dipping my fingers inside my very wet channel.
I was pumping my hips, my fingers thrusting deep and pulling on my nipples, but it still wasn’t enough to make me cum. I looked up and remembered that the shower head came off in one hand with an adjustable pulse head. Grabbing the hand, I quickly adjusted the head until it shot a strong, powerful stream.
I spread my legs and held the shower head so that it was pointed directly at my swollen clit. As soon as contact was made, I knew this was what I needed. I rested my head against the shower wall and pushed my hips forward.
I turned up the heat so it was just this side of scalding and started rocking my hips back and forth. It was wonderful. The sting of the water and me pulling on my nipples soon had me moaning and gasping. I could feel the orgasm rising and I bent my head so I could suck and lick my nipple.
That little extra sent me over the edge. My knees nearly buckled as I rode the incredible wave after wave of orgasmic bliss. As always, it was over too soon, but at least I felt I could sleep. Rinsing the rest of the soap from my shaking body, I quickly dried off and crawled under the blanket, falling asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. The next day I went shopping.
Not just for sexy clothes to wear on my weekend getaway, but for toys, and not the kind you find at Wal-Mart. I Googled several adult toy stores in the city and mapped out the ones that seemed to meet what I was looking for. Not that I was really sure what I was looking for. As I parked at the first store, I suddenly had a slight twinge of guilt. What the hell was I doing? Was I even ready for this? I sat in my car and took several deep breaths.
I remembered what my purpose was and got out of the car. The windows of the shop were tinted as well as the door, and when I opened it, my nose was assaulted by the smell of various oils and lotions. The woman behind the counter looked 65 with smeared lipstick and badly dyed, puffy red hair. She looked annoyed when she asked me if I needed help and I told her I was just looking. The items they were selling looked cheap and overpriced.
And the only other customer there gave me the creeps. After walking around for a short while, I realized they weren’t catering to the clientele I was looking for. The second store wasn’t much different, but at the third store I struck gold.
As soon as I walked in, the mood was different. The front of the store was full of sexy lingerie, suits, corsets and high heels. There were rows of flavored oils, lotions, gels and stimulating creams. There was a separate section towards the back of the store that had toys, lots and lots of toys. Just looking at the various vibrators, dildos, plugs, whips, floggers and canes, I started to get wet and could feel my nipples tingling and rubbing against my bra.
As my fingers touched the various restraints, my breathing became shallow, and in time, I chose what I wanted and made my way to the register, my hands shaking and wet. The young woman behind the counter was clean and friendly, and offered suggestions to ensure my experience with my purchase would be pleasant. By the time I finished my other errands and headed home, it was getting dark. I quickly made my way to my room and placed my purchase on the bed.
With trembling fingers I opened some if the packages. Among them was a vibrator with a clitoral stimulator, anal plugs in 3 sizes, nipple clamps and a DVD on various Dom/sub scenarios. I put on the DVD and sat down on the bed.
As scene after scene of bondage, submission and role play danced across the screen, I became totally intrigued by what I was watching. Before I knew it, I was totally naked on the bed and rubbing my wet pussy. My distended clit was throbbing and my nipples were begging to be touched. I looked down at my toys and reached for the nipple clamps. As I squeezed them, I cried out at the light prick and then moaned at the jolt of pleasure it gave.
I pulled gently on them and almost came. Reaching for the vibrator, my hand stopped instead on the smaller anal plug. I’ve never had anything anally and I was a little scared, but that only served to intensify my arousal. I took the lube and coated the plug. I let my lubricated fingers trace lightly around my anus covering it as well.
I was surprised at how much fun I had playing there. I let one finger slide in, lubricating the inside as well. It was so tight that I had to add more lube, and soon I was fingering myself with ease.
It was so good I could feel my pussy juices running down to mix with the lube. I added another finger making me squirm with pleasure. When they were both sliding in and out with ease, I reached for the plug.
It fit well with the flared base preventing it from going all the way. The sensation was incredible. I lay there for a while, just enjoying the sensation, rocking my hips back and forth slightly.
I grabbed the vibrator and turned it on. Not being used to toys, it was a moment I’ll never forget; the vibrator on my clit and the plug in my ass were almost too much pleasure to take. I reached up with one hand and gently pulled on the nipple clamps while the other moved the vibrator over my soaking pussy.
I could feel myself getting close to an orgasm and slipped the mood inside. The added fullness of the anal plug made it a tight fit, but the slight pleasure/pain sent me over the edge. My back arched off the bed as I came hard. I could feel the fluid gushing from between my legs as the orgasm continued.
When it was over, I lay there thinking about this new adventure I was about to embark on. I cleaned up the toys and put them in a small duffel bag and hopped in the shower. I knew that if I wanted to be really ready for the next weekend, I would have to play like this over and over again. The next week was spent with me reading books on Dom/sub rolls, practicing with my toys, and wearing an anal plug for several hours a day. By I was up to the largest size and decided if I was going to be ready, I had to wear it all day.
The work proved to be more difficult than I thought. Every movement in my chair brought a new wave of excitement and kept my nipples hard as I could feel the plug deep inside me. I had to slip into the bathroom twice to masturbate to relieve my overly sensitive body. By the end of the day, I was exhausted and still horny. I had packed my bags before work and was very eager to get on the road to the resort.
When I arrived, I checked in, unpacked and began to execute my plan. I ordered a light meal from room service, showered and got dressed. I chose a tight black dress with an open back and plunging neckline, black lace panties and black strappy sandals.
I left my hair loose, which would be a change from what I usually wore to work. It tumbled down in dark waves to the middle of my back. Satisfied with my outfit and makeup, I headed to the meet and greet portion of the weekend. I was able to get my name on the list as an observer through a website I found, which meant I could attend some of the open events, but I would need a sponsor to attend the private parties.
I wasn’t sure if he would attend, but maybe I would meet someone who would get me into other events. As I made my way to the private suites where the party was being held, I had to keep stopping and taking deep breaths to keep my composure. When I got to the door, I gave my name and was informed of the rules and allowed to enter. The room was set up with a full bar and upholstered chairs and sofas all around. There were quite a few people mingling and several groups in the surrounding couches.
My eyes scanned the room for Robert. I spotted the familiar setting and the short haircut standing at the bar talking to a beautiful, long-legged blonde. My heart clenched. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but I just realized I might be out of my league. I froze in place as I watched her gesture with her hands and smile at him and lean in close to his ear and whisper something.
She threw her head back and laughed and put her hand on her chest showing perfectly manicured nails. I glanced at my own short natural nails and winced. I took a deep breath, refusing to let myself down and headed for the bar. I slid into an empty seat, several away from him and the bomb and ordered a glass of liquid courage.
I tried not to stare, but I couldn’t help letting my eyes slide to his end of the bar every few seconds. On one such occasion, my view was suddenly blocked by a large frame. Trying not to be rude by showing my irritation at the man blocking my view, or my attempts to try and look around him, I instead met him eye to eye. He was a handsome man, with broad shoulders and a body that spoke of years on the football field. He had a shaved head and a neatly trimmed goatee.
But best of all, he had a smile that lit up his whole face, dimples and all and sparkling eyes. You couldn’t help but smile back. He introduced himself as Cole and we exchanged polite conversation for a while. He finally shifted in his seat and I caught a glimpse of the object of my obsession, just as he put his hand on Barbie’s lower back and led her to a door at the back of the room.
There was a man standing at the door and as he approached he said something to her and the door opened. I briefly glimpsed a dark room on the other side and could hear soft music, then the door closed again. Obviously, disappointment was on my face as Cole followed my gaze.
I asked him what was in there and he explained that it was the private party reserved for the elite. After I let him buy me another drink and shamelessly flirted, he offered to sponsor me and take me into the private room. We approached the door and my heart was racing, knowing that what was behind that door was what I had been preparing for all week. Once my eyes adjusted to the dark room, I tried not to look at what I was seeing. There were couches and chairs with cushions on the floor scattered around them.
People were sitting on chairs with others kneeling at their feet in various stages of dress. Some of those kneeling had thin chains attached to necklaces around their necks. I noticed that they were not talking and most were looking at the floor, but occasionally the person sitting in the chair would tap their head or offer them some food. Occasionally I would see a couple get up and walk into another room and close the door. Cole explained to me that the couples were Dom/sous couples and that there were rooms reserved for their sexual pleasure.
I looked around for Robert and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw him sitting on a couch with the blonde and talking with another couple, the one with a thin boyish looking man on his lap with a gold chain around his neck attached to a delicate gold chain leash held by the woman of the couple. The submissive was wearing only a thong and was looking down at the ground with his hands clasped in front of him. When the sub was questioned by his Dom, his whole body became alert and you could see the love and respect in his eyes. Cole saw that I was intrigued and before I knew it, he led me to a nearby couch. He introduced me to the group and when my eyes met Robert’s, he was furious.
I didn’t want to let him see how nervous I was, so I straightened my shoulders and smiled. He slowly got up from his seat and walked over to me. I naturally pulled back to feel Cole’s arm wrap around my waist and pull me closer.
He met my bosses head on and asked me what his problem was. It became obvious to me through the exchange of words that they were long-time friends. Robert explained to my sponsor that he needed to discuss some things with me privately. Cole made it clear that he was responsible for me and would not leave me to his bullying. They both led me to a private area where my boss demanded to know what the hell I was doing there.
I tried to explain that I was interested in the lifestyle and had every right to be there. Cole looked slightly confused but soon realized that he had been used by me to gain access to the private area of the group. Now he too looked pissed off.
I could tell by their body language that I was dealing with two dominant Alpha males and I was totally screwed. They exchanged a look that made me uncomfortable and decided to show me what was really going on during these escapades. They took me to a dark room and pushed me inside. Once I heard the door close, they turned on the lights. I was shocked and excited at the same time.
There was a table in the center of the room with leg and arm restraints, various whips and whips against the wall. Another wall held canes and other toys, most of which I had never seen before or had no idea how they would be used. I could feel my heart beating faster as I imagined myself strapped to the table and at his mercy. He must have noticed my reaction because he came closer to me, they both did. Having 2 big males in my personal space was very intimidating.
I found myself backing up to the closed door. Robert grabbed some of the toys hanging on the wall, a mask and a ball gag, telling me he liked to play with his women. How they both play with women. I suddenly felt panic set in.
I never thought I would have to have sex with two men at the same time. I knew he was into naughty stuff, but I wasn’t counting on that. I slowly backed out the door as he came at me with a look in his eyes that was pure predatory.
The flight instinct took over and before I knew it, I was at the door and running for the elevator. Next thing I knew, I was face down on my bed in a full-blown panic attack. I woke up early the next morning thinking that the best thing for me to do was to pack up, go home and start looking for a new job. And I planned to do that as soon as I got some coffee.
When I arrived at the café, it was almost empty. I walked over to a table by the window and ordered my coffee. I was so deep in thought and humiliation that I didn’t notice anyone approaching my table.
I looked up with a start to see Cole standing there with one of his infectious smiles on his face. I couldn’t help but smile back, forgetting my humiliation and embarrassment for a moment. He sat down and asked me why I was really there. Before I knew what I was doing I blurted out the whole story, I must have gotten emotional because by the time I reached the end Cole was holding my hand and handing me a towel to dry my tears. He suddenly started chuckling and it quickly turned into a loud, booming laugh.
All I could do was stare at his open mouth in confusion. When he finally stopped, he was wiping his tears. Cole explained to me that he had the perfect plan to get Robert’s attention. Tonight was the slave auction.
All subs were invited to volunteer to be slaves, with tethered subs getting permission from their Dom. The auction was for a night of fun with the slave. Cole and I made our plan for the evening and I started to feel better. Tonight was going to be great. I spent the day at the hotel spa under Cole’s supervision, getting pampered, waxed, plucked, massaged and given a makeover in preparation.
Cole knew how much Robert loved his women and he made sure I was perfect. I dressed for the evening in nothing but a black thong and corset, with four inch open heels on my feet. I looked in the mirror and couldn’t believe what I saw. I was beautiful. The spa had styled my hair, cut it, highlighted it and styled it so that it fell in soft dark curls over my shoulders.
The makeover they gave me was subtle and natural. My milky skin had a healthy glow and was softer and smoother than ever. I applied just a hint of lipstick, put on my long coat and headed to the auction. I waited in a private room next to the auction with the other slaves waiting their turn.
Everyone seemed to be having a good time and many were recounting their experiences from previous years. I listened intently trying to learn everything and anything I needed to know that would help us make this experience a success. There was a small bar open in the room and after a few drinks I was relaxed and ready for the show. I was almost the last one called and I was then full of liquid courage.
I was pulled out of my coat by a large muscular man wearing nothing but black leather pants, blindfolded and with his hands tied behind his back. I thought more than once that I would trip in those stupid heels before I got to the stage. My escort was great, making sure I stayed balanced and didn’t break an ankle. I was taught how to kneel on the pillow during the auction and told to keep my head down and not talk.
I heard the curtains open and a whisper or voices. There was something about being bound and blindfolded in front of people who were juicing me. The auctioneer started the bidding by telling everyone my age and some general statistics about me. I realized that Cole must have given them the information ahead of time.
The bidding started at $200, quickly reached $500 and is still going up. I tried to recognize Cole’s voice, but got Robert’s instead. The bid climbed even higher and was up to $. Voices barked again, but after the bidding reached $3000, I only heard 2, Robert’s and Cole’s. I could hear the hint of humor in Cole’s voice as I knew he intended to make fun of Robert and it worked.
Robert seemed to have reached his limit of patience and barked out a quick and final $5,000. I heard the auctioneer yell sold and something hard hit wood. I was escorted to what appeared to be a private room, and I sat on a bed and was left alone. I was still blindfolded and my hands were tied when I heard the door open.
Someone came up to me, untied my hands and asked me to lie down on the bed. I did so and my hands were pulled over my head and tied to the bead. My ankles were also tied, spreading my legs with the blindfold still on. I was reminded not to speak, and once again I was left alone.
Being tied to the bed, spread out like that started to turn me on. Before I knew it, my nipples were rocky and there was moisture between my legs. It was all I could do not to squirm. I don’t know how long I stood there, but finally after what seemed like an eternity, the door opened again.
I heard two sets of footsteps approaching the bed and felt the bed sag under their weight as one of them sat on either side of me. I felt strong, firm hands begin to remove my corset while another pair of hands worked on my shoes. Just the gentle brushing of their fingers had put every nerve ending in my body on alert. My nipples were high and tight, and my breath was quickly turning into pants. I felt them get up from the bed, heard a rustle of clothes and felt two warm hands on my ankles.
As the hands moved up my legs, I felt two more hands start at my wrists and move down. The sensation was erotic, not knowing what was going to happen, or who was touching me where. I assumed it was Cole and Robert, but neither of them said a word as they continued to caress me.
I felt the warm sensation of a kiss on my ankle, and more kisses down my leg. I let out a small hiccup as I felt more lips on my neck move up to my jaw and finally to my own lips. I knew from the smell of him that it was Robert, which meant Cole was rubbing and kissing my legs, or so I hoped. I tried not to think about the fact that I would be having sex with two men and just let the pleasure wash over me.
Robert’s lips on mine seemed to do the trick. His kisses began soft and gentle, but as his mouth moved over mine, my tongue darted out to taste him. He moaned and deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, demanding a response. As our mouths and tongues played back and forth, I felt the bed sag as Cole stretched along my side. Robert pulled back and Cole’s lips met mine.
His softer, fuller mouth was the perfect contrast to Robert’s more aggressive kisses and soon our tongues were lapping gently. Robert was now kissing my neck to the swelling of my chest. With my hands tied above my head, he pushed my chest up in an offering, and my hard, pebbled nipples were like little raspberries just waiting to be tasted.
I couldn’t help but moan as Robert’s mouth took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and rolling it with his tongue. Cole took the other nipple and together they increased my arousal to new levels. I could feel two hands running down my belly to the top of my thighs, one belonging to each man. One of them tore off my thong with ease while the other’s fingers spread the wet lips of my pussy. I couldn’t tell at this point whose fingers were whose and I really didn’t care.
One was rubbing and circling my clit while the other was moving further down my wet channel. I had no idea how exciting it would be to have so much attention to my body, such different touching, kissing and caressing. I could tell that these two men had done this many times before. They never spoke but worked as one with well choreographed movements.
They both roamed my body, kissing and licking each other until I thought I was going to die of pleasure. Someone untied my legs and helped me bend and spread them until I was wide open. Suddenly I felt one mouth lick and suck my clit and another shave my ass.
I couldn’t help but let out a deep moan and thrust my hips forward, trying to grind them against their faces. I couldn’t tell who the mouth was and I didn’t care. They held my legs up for better access and all I could feel were lips, tongues and fingers teasing and rubbing me until I cried out in need. I felt one and then two fingers digging deep into my pussy, finding my g-spot and massaging.
Suddenly I felt a finger in my buttocks and instinctively I squeezed it. I heard soothing whispers and relaxed. Somewhere nearby I heard a bottle being opened and cold gel being applied to my ass.
Then I felt two fingers going into me. I was glad I had used the plugs because I felt no pain, only intense pleasure as two pairs of fingers went in and out. I felt someone’s mouth on my clit and they started licking and sucking again. I started to writhe and moan, it was almost too much pleasure. One hand came up and pinched my nipple and sent me screaming into a mind-blowing orgasm.
The fingers continued to pump and work me and I could feel my cum squirting all over my hands. As I came down from my orgasm, I felt my arms slowly unclench and lower, they rubbed them to get the blood flowing again as I tried to control my breathing. I could feel them stretching out on either side of me, two hard bodies with even harder cocks.
Someone removed my blindfold and I could see Robert on one side and Cole on the other. I looked at both their naked bodies and marveled at the differences. Robert’s sex was longer and slightly curved with a tuft of black hair trimmed at the base.
Cole was thicker with a bigger head and clean shaven. Both were very good and I just had to taste them. Kneeling between them, I took Robert’s cock in my mouth first, taking the time to lick the head, along the shaft and lick the balls. He let out a hiss as I took the whole head and most of the shaft into my mouth. I was stroking Cole with my other hand, taking my time with nice long strokes.
I alternated sucking Robert’s cock then Cole’s and vice versa until both men were sinking into my hand and mouth. Robert called enough and flipped me onto my stomach and Cole moved to my head. Robert told me I was a bad girl for coming to the hotel that weekend and that I should be punished. The next thing I knew, I felt a hard slap on my ass.
I screamed and tried to pull away but Cole held my shoulders. I felt another slap on my other cheek and I was a little surprised to feel the heat rising directly into my pussy. He slapped me several more times, alternating cheeks and locations, telling me how upset he was to find me at the auction, and how nasty I was to taunt and tease him, he continued to spank me until my whole back was pink and hot. I was so turned around by then that all I could do was moan and beg for more. I was dripping with juice when he stopped and soothed my red ass with kisses and caresses, diving between my cheeks to lick my soaked pussy and ass.
He pulled me down on my hands and knees and in one fell swoop sat with his balls deep in my pussy. I immediately had an orgasm and before I could come back to earth, Cole rammed his cock into my eager mouth. Having both men inside me was a treasure. And I enjoyed it with pleasure as I sucked deeply and pushed back. I felt the cold gel on my ass again as Robert slid two fingers inside.
I loved the feeling of having all my holes filled and started to pull back even more. Robert told Cole I was ready and asked if I had ever had double penetration. I told him no but explained about the plugs.
He waved to Cole and stepped back. Cole was lying on the bed with his legs over the side and his feet on the floor. I climbed on top and slowly slid down his cock.
He was thicker than Robert and I took a few minutes to enjoy the different feeling. Robert stood behind me and pushed me forward until I was lying on top of Cole. Cole reached out and grabbed my buttocks and spread them wide.
I felt more lube flowing over me and even more inserted by Robert’s fingers. I was told to take a deep breath and push back slightly. I felt the tip of Robert’s cock slide inside me and I gasped. It was a little painful at first, but he took his time and with Cole’s soothing words, I relaxed and Robert slid inside. The pleasure/pain sensation was nothing like I expected.
I was drunk but I still felt like I couldn’t get enough. Then they started moving, one going in while the other was going out and then in again. They were in perfect time with each other.
The kind of timing that takes a lot of practice. Cole’s arms were around me, holding me against him while Robert held my hips. I was still, but extremely aware of every feeling, every sensation that was running through my body and it was incredible. I felt so alive, so sensual and so incredible that all I could do was hold on and let these two beautiful men help me reach a new level of ecstasy. I could feel the orgasm building as their thrusts increased.
I didn’t know how long I would last when I heard Cole tell me to cum. I did and every nerve in my body felt like it was on fire. The orgasm kept having one on top of the other. Then I heard Cole grunt that he was cumming too followed by Robert’s grunt. I could feel their hot semen filling me as I came again.
I must have passed out because the next thing I know, Robert is carrying me into the bathroom and filling the huge garden tub. Once filled, he put me in the hot soapy water, came up behind me and bathed me. His gentle touch and caress as he washed every part of me touched my heart. When he was done washing me, he got me out of the tub, wrapped me in a big fluffy towel and carried me to the bed. I felt him slide into bed behind me, wrap his arms around me, and then I fell asleep.
The next morning when I woke up, I felt like everything that had happened last night was just a dream. I stretched and could feel a slight pain in all the right places, and smiled until I realized I was alone. I was a little upset and got up to take a shower.
As I was getting dressed, I noticed a note on the rack by the bed. It said to come down to the café for breakfast and was signed R&C. My heart leapt with anticipation but sank as I thought of all the things they might want me for. I was mostly afraid of losing my job, and not losing this one, but the two men who made me feel more alive than ever. I pushed the negative thoughts out of my mind and headed for the café.
When I saw them both sitting at the table, my heart jumped again and panic set in. I didn’t want to lose what was just beginning for me, but to see them there, heads together in a belly. I approached the table and the two men quickly pulled themselves together and offered me a seat. The dimpled smile on Cole’s face put me a little at ease as we exchanged pleasantries.
Not much was said while the waiter brought me coffee, but as soon as he was out of earshot, Robert turned to me and for the first time since I met the man, he had a slight twinkle in his eye. He explained that he and Cole had been Dom’s partners for years and were looking for the right woman to complete them and be their sub. He told me that they thought that with the right training, I might just be that woman.
I was speechless. I looked at Cole and his face broke into one of his infectious smiles. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and tears starting to fill my eyes. Never in a million years would I have imagined this would be offered. Something was mentioned about living with them, quitting my job and eventually getting married, but all I could hear was my heartbeat in my ears.
After a minute, I realized that they were both looking at me blankly, as if waiting for me to answer something. Then they both laughed at the obvious blank expression on my face. They asked me again if I would accept their offer and all I could do was nod. Then Robert presented me with a small box.
Inside was a beautiful, delicate silver chain, not unlike the chains I’ve seen worn by other subs. But this one had a tiny medallion with the initials R&C engraved on it. Cole placed it around my neck while Robert explained that it would show ownership and dedication to the relationship.
I finally felt complete and I couldn’t wait for my new life to begin.
