It's Always the Quiet Ones Pt. 02

Heat flooded through me and just like that my fear was soothed. "Ones who can get things like coke when they feel like it," I answered, blushing and horny. Because that was his ban for the week.

He grinned playfully. "That's right. I almost forgot that it changed." But I knew that wasn't true. I knew that wasn't true at all. He never forgot which rules he had set and when. He was perfect with his game, totally in control because he loved control that much. It was hot, so hot, and I shifted under his gaze, my asshole pulsing on the toy he had me wear for the day. He had started the morning by telling me he hadn't slept so well so he wasn't feeling as nice today. Wear the anal toy, but I want your pussy to feel empty and horny all day. Honestly, I couldn't decide if it was a mercy or not. He laughed with whatever he saw in my face from his words, but there was a slight growl to it too. "Go on. Get home and changed before I make you late by taking advantage of that look on your face. And meet me tomorrow."

That night I had to write my heart out to get rid of some of my anxiety. This time it was a story about a girl being shared by her master, inspired by all the times he had made me think of other people as my superior. Maybe once, months ago, I would have felt shy to the thought of bowing so readily to a stranger. But my Master had trained me too well and too hard for me to feel that anymore. Instead I stared up at his friend and then lowered my gaze to his cock, like the Story of O. My Master had made it clear that I was to be used for sex this night and I knew that this was where my focus was supposed to be.

What was worse? It's where I wanted my focus to be. "Be a good girl, kitten. I want to show off how well you suck cock and you're going to be a sweet slave for me."

God, what was wrong with me, that I loved this? What made me so eager to blow a stranger while my Master encouraged me, while he praised me? Because his praise was everything to me lately.

Maybe it was the fear of the next day, the sudden knowledge that I had things to worry about with having a potential relationship now. Maybe it was the acknowledgement that I was in love or infatuated and my heart was pretty goddamn vulnerable. I don't know but there was something pleading in what I wrote that night. But then writing had really always been the only real way I could express myself and be honest, so maybe it was just the need to get these things across in a medium where I was able to. Either way, I had to force myself to edit and post it, feeling a lot like I was bleeding onto paper and sharing it.

It helped for when I met him the next day. He had said to meet him for lunch and given me the name of a restaurant near where I worked and it turned out he was lying and tricking me. Which was good on him, actually, because if I had known what he had actually been planning? Oh man, I would have been freaking out. As it was, my voice was squeaky when he held onto my wrist and tugged me along behind him like I was a reluctant dog. Because he was taking me to the place where I worked and he lived. "Shane, you can't be serious."

"Calm down. Deep breaths."

"Sir, please tell me a little more!"

He chuckled and tugged me along. "Easy. Your boss is here today."

"Oh my God, I-"

But he was already opening the door and tugging me inside. "Hey, Alex, where's your manager?"

The morning shift guy smiled easily and I realized suddenly it wasn't just me or my sex that Shane had such an effect on. "Right here. Hey, Jenna, Kilgore wants you. What's up, Hunter?"

I could only wave in shocked horror and I trembled when Jenna appeared from the back office, even though she had an easy smile. As far as managers went, she was one of the best anyone could ask for. Whenever we saw the owner, she did an amazing job of acting as a buffer between us and him and the tenants. "How can I help you?" She smiled at Shane with her perfect professionalism and I felt some jealousy over the fact that her confidence came so easy for her. Even the crazy guy didn't bother harassing her.

Shane grinned. "I want to date your night shift guard and she wants to make sure there isn't an HR problem with it." He winked and I had to laugh. HR problem. Like we even had an HR. But still his point was made clear with directness, even while Jenna couldn't help but laugh along.

"You're fine, Hunter. How are classes going? I never get to see you when you're on night shift."

"They're going well, thank you." Christ, I felt surreal. And I was relaxing, my mind working. All that build up and for what? That had been painless as hell. "Actually, even better than last year."

"I'm glad. Just don't let your relationship interfere with your job and no one will care."

"Thanks. That's what I was worried about mostly. I won't let it."

And then I waved and Shane pulled me towards the elevator and it was over. I stared up at him, in awe. "How did you know it would be like that?"

He smiled down at me easily. "Because kitten, she's not your mother and she knows I have my own professionalism and job. I'm not going to spend nights in the lobby of my building like some obsessed teenager. I'm going to wait for you to get off and come up. So long as you keep things separate, no one will notice or care. They have their own shit and don't want to deal with mine or yours. It may sound bleak but if you think about it, it isn't actually. It works to your advantage if you know how to use it."

I thought through his words while I stepped off the elevator with him, seeing him in a new light, as if I needed another way to be infatuated with him. It made me realize the difference between our ages, made me realize that he was also a potential guiding figure for me. I stopped him outside of his penthouse. "Sir, does it bother you that I act childish or younger than you with things like that?"

He stopped and the playful look in his eyes traded for something serious again, something darker. It was a look that sent those shivers of lust through my abdomen. "You mean, does it bother me to teach and train you?"

Train me. His other words came back to me. This was why he loved domination and submission, because everything became a potential game. "Y-yes, sir." My voice was breathless again, submissive.

He opened the door to his floor and let me inside before he shut it and locked it. But before I could look around me for long - just enough to see a sprawling entryway and so much space that it was crazy - he covered my eyes. "Before I give you the tour, why don't I ease a few of your fears and show you how I feel about teaching you, bad little T.A.?"

I moaned when he pressed his fingers to my lips, sucking them eagerly while he pressed against my back and I felt his cock hard as fuck against my ass. "Oh, please," I whimpered around his fingers, arching to him.

His voice was a dark growl in my ear. "Too late for begging. Now that the doctor helped you focus more, I can give you some more lessons."

I laughed around his fingers, a delirious little sound of need. "Oh yes, sir. The doctor helped a lot. He had to fist me and flog me, but he did." My smile was both aroused and playful.

He chuckled and it was the same, horny and wicked. "Because you're a little slut, aren't you? Let's see. I think today I'll teach you how to suck cock like you're worshiping it."

He shoved me to my knees and stepped in front of me so that I was smiling up at him. "Yes, sir," I answered easily, readily.

"Good girl. This is back where we want to be. Come here. Let's start slowly. Kiss over my jeans and go nice and slow to let me know how much you like my cock." He eased me forward and I closed my eyes, kissing like he commanded. And it was easy, so easy, to learn how to do this. I could do this for hours while I thought about how he fucked my ass with such violence, how he looked when he gave me dirty little commands. I sank down into that wonderful place where there was nothing but serving him. No more fear, no more overthinking, no more worries about how a relationship could possibly work between us. There was just his pleasure and my loving to please him.

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Shane

I learned really quickly that somehow Hunter and I kind of fit together. In one way, I was terrified still. I had so many fears of her getting fed up with the games I had that took over every part of her life, fears that she would walk away or start to hate me. Because she really should have started to hate me. It was true that I had warned her that I didn't know how my previous heart problems might affect my dating now. It still didn't make some of the things I did right or fair.

Because I was definitely worse than I had ever been in my marriage. My rules changed and changed some more just for my own pleasure. One day I would tell her that the only command for the week was no chocolate and then I would message the next day, when fear got to me, and tell her I changed my mind and she wasn't allowed to have soda either. It happened after I took her to my place and the realization that I was actually doing this sank in. I commanded her to meet me when she got off in the morning that night as well, anxious to have her obedient and in my arms, needing the control to feel secure again.

"Get on your knees," I said when I let her in. Right in my entryway, I fucked her face while she moaned and choked on me, growled in delirious possession, and used her throat until I felt reassured, and came in her mouth. "Hold out your tongue and show it to me." She obeyed, her eyes excited and needy, and I breathed easy. She took it. My rules and games that were all over the place, my random bouts of need. Christ, she was amazing. "Now, swallow it." I held her with a hand in her hair while she obeyed, now that we had exchanged sexual health information. "Good girl."

She lifted up to me and, thank God, she looked so submissive and so satisfied after having served me. And I knew that we would never have worked if she hadn't been so wonderful. "Thank you, Master."

I stroked her hair, pleased. "You're welcome, little slave. Come on. I have time this morning and I would like you to stay and sleep here, understood?"

Her eyes lit up with such pleasure that I laughed. Since she was on night shift, she had yet to actually stay over at my place, and I had thought for a while on how to do this. "Some nights, or days, I might want you in my bed, little sub. Others, I might decide the guest room or, eventually, the dungeon. Sometimes, I might want you on the floor like a little slave beside my bed. It depends on how good I feel for the day. But today, I'm feeling anxious, so I want you on the guest room floor."

I had already woken up early to set it up for her too, having decided I wanted her in the most distantly slave like bed I could think of. Not even in my room. Not even in a bed, but on the floor like a little puppy. For a moment I felt fear again because this was something that would bother most other playmates and had eventually bothered my ex. I watched Hunter's face carefully, testing the waters of my control.

She didn't let me worry for long. She stared at the guest room floor where I had laid out fluffy blankets on soft carpet, so that she would be comfortable, and she turned around to face me, eyes wide. "Yes, sir." Her voice was breathy and excited and mine lowered to a soft growl in response.

"Such a compliant little girl. Undress and get on your hands and knees. I have to dress you for bed and then leave for work." While she pulled off her dress shirt and slacks, I went and got the two toys that would make up her outfit. One was a collar and the other was a puppy tail butt plug.

She moaned when she saw me come back with them. "Hush. You take what I give you like a good little slave dog." I winked at her and she laughed shyly.

But I had learned how to make that fear and shyness disappear so easily. I pressed her forward, so that she bowed low with her ass up for me, and lubricated the tail. Even so, she arched with a groan of shock when I pressed it to her smaller hole. In retaliation, I pressed all the harder. "No, don't fight me, little puppy girl. Little dogs like you who sleep on the floor need tails, don't they?"

"Oh yes, sir!" She said it with a soft cry while I worked the tail, pleasure in her voice. And I had to smile. Already, her fear was gone and she was falling into happiest subspace again, that place where she existed so fully that it made me afraid to think of sharing her. Not because of my jealousies, but because I wasn't sure how many people I could trust with someone as submissive as her.

I gave the tail a particularly hard thrust and slapped her ass. "That's not how puppies talk."

She slipped up, whimpering, "Oh, my God," under her breath and I slapped her ass three times in harsh succession for punishment until she corrected it. "Arf, arf!"

"Much better," I said softly, working the tail inside of her. She lifted with a soft whine of a sound and I smiled, flipping the tail down her back so I could stroke her pussy with my other hand without it in the way. She moaned as soon as I did. I hadn't had her wear toys for that day, but she was wet as all hell anyway and she was needy with arousal. I worked the tail and stroked her with my fingertips until she was humping me like a little dog in heat. It was beautiful, so wonderful, the way she forgot all that shame and embarrassment and just lived for the bliss. She came with a shout, her body going taut with her pleasure and I let the tail fall still and seated in her ass. I lifted my hand to her lips, smiling when she opened her mouth to suck my fingers clean of her cum, but then pulled away and sucked them myself while she moaned. Her eyes were glazed with satisfaction and her cheeks were flushed with pleasure while she watched me lick the mess she had made. "Sorry. You taste too wonderful for me to let you have it all the time." She whimpered when I winked and laughed, her eyes lightening with happiness at my flirting, and she was perfectly pliant when I tugged her by her collar so I could lean down and kiss her.

My kisses always started light, like our playtimes, and ended with me growling in violent possession, also like our playtimes. "Now, be a good puppy and sleep here. You may leave two hours before your first class so you can shower and get ready." I winked at her. "Meet me for coffee afterwards?"

She grinned and nodded.

That day, I noticed when another story of hers posted and read it, thoughtful while I did. It aroused me, the fantasy she had of being shared, but I had already figured out that she poured most emotion into these stories. It seemed like an outlet that also freed her mind up to submit. I appreciated the fact that this was her venting, but also couldn't help but consider that this was more than that. This was also her communicating because, God help me, but she was far too submissive and focused on my pleasure to tell me some things. I knew she would likely never ask me to fulfill any of these fantasies, at least not directly. For her submission to be satisfied, she needed to serve my fantasies. But relationships were two way streets.

We had started our involvement with scenes, but it was a different venue that we continued it. I realized it that night when she met me for coffee. "Kitten," I greeted her. "I liked your story."

She grinned shyly. "Thank you. I'm glad that you did."

"Do you like the thought of being shared to please me?"

She stopped in front of me and I took her hand while she looked up at me with lust darkened eyes. "I like the thought of being made to do anything to please you, sir."

There it was. If not for her, our thing would have never worked out and I had no way to hide from that fact. "Such a good puppy I own," I said softly.

She whimpered playfully, in a puppy imitation, and I had to laugh, but I was also thinking of who I wanted to invite into our games. "Sir, may I ask you something?"

"Of course."

She thought about her words while we waited in line at the coffee store. "Are you more my Master or my Sir? I don't ask to make you nervous by needing labels or anything and please don't take that way. I only ask because, well, I know that some people prefer to have total obedience in every routine and some want it narrowed down to more playtime obedience."

I considered my answer to her and also was forced to realize that these dates would be how our relationship would last. It had started with the sex and with our kinks but maybe this was a way I could work our thing out together, instead of having it suddenly fall apart like my marriage had. "Order your coffee first before we get into this." I lowered my voice. "And remember to be polite and uncomplicated to someone superior to you." My words made her grin and I could smell how aroused she was. We ordered together and I made her serve me like before, letting her in the seat next to mine while she bowed her head in such natural submission. "Okay, so the easiest answer to your question is that I'm neither of those things, I think. I'm somewhere in between. On the one hand, I don't give routines like most masters are prone to doing. Some of them prefer that kind of thing because it lets them see total obedience in their slaves without having to give them commands all the time. It's nigh impossible to keep a 24/7 total power control relationship without routines."

"I could see that." She took a drink, thinking it over. "But I've already seen that you're not exactly into that."

I grinned. "That's true. I'm not, although it's not because I dislike total power exchange. I love it."

She had to laugh. "Because even when we talk like this, I don't really leave your control, right? And you don't want me to?"

I stroked her hair. "Good girl. Yes, exactly. I love having you in my control all the time like that, but I don't give routines because I prefer to give commands and see them obeyed. I prefer to change the commands up instead of making routines and having them obeyed. It's a little more exhausting and a lot of people can't get into that because it's capricious and often unfair. I'm waiting for the time you'll forget your command changed one week and mess up by following a previous rule." I grinned and kissed her head while she flushed. "I can't wait to get to punish you for it."

Worry creased her brow. "Um, will you please try to not hurt my feelings too much when it happens? What I mean is that I really like to please you and-"

"And you don't want to disobey or feel like I'm displeased when I punish you." I said it gently. "I know, kitten. I'll make it clear that it's a game like I always do, sweetheart. Remember. Everything can be a game." I touched her nose and she grinned shyly up at me.

"Like sleeping apart from you."

I laughed. "Yes, exactly like that." I hesitated and then opened myself a little more to the possibility of being hurt. "Thank you for being patient with things like that. And thank you for playing along so well. I know it's not easy to indulge someone with a messy past."

She grinned and, to lighten my spirits in that teasing way she had, she said, "Oh, did you have relationship problems? I hadn't noticed even a little bit that you might have fears and problems with things like hugs and-" She broke off with a laugh when I shoved her away from me.

"Such a mouthy little slave I have. Let's see, I took soda and chocolate from you. No more candy at all for the next two days." I grinned wickedly at her. "That way you can better remember that you're a little slave and inferior to everyone around you."

She leaned into my side with a soft whine and I laughed, touching her nose with a wink. It was mean to take so much but I'd make it up to her with orgasms. "Oh! Also, my next night off is Thursday and then Saturday after that. I know you told me to tell you."