Authors: Vera Roberts
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Anticipation (6 page)
So
that
was subspace. Wow.
Her submissive sisters were right – it
wasn’t an everyday trip but it was definitely worth the ride.
“How are you?” His Southern accent
interrupted her thoughts.
Krista sighed. She wasn’t sure how to
describe what she’d just experienced. There weren’t enough words in
any
dictionary that could possibly come close to describing
what she went through and what she was currently feeling.
“I feel like a new person. Like a part of me
opened that I never had known was there,” She explained.
“Empowered?”
Krista turned to Sir with a great smile on
her face. “Yeah. Empowered.”
“You determine our scene,
sugar
.”
Scott christened her with a new name and Krista immediately loved
it. “You set the pace. I just facilitate your wishes and
desires.”
“On second thought, Sir,” Krista sat up in
bed, “I want to amend my trip to L.A. I do want to stay at your
home for the week.”
“I say that’s a lovely idea,” He smiled.
“Is that going to cause any problems with
work or anything else?” Krista asked.
“My job is flexible so I can work from home
if I need to,” Scott thought about Mariana. He
definitely
didn’t want the two of them interacting in any way, shape, or form.
“I have a maid that comes twice a week but you won’t be there when
she comes by. We’ll go out during that time.”
“I’m looking forward to it, Sir.” Krista
smiled.
Scott kissed her, his lips commanding hers.
His tongue was velvety rough and full of experience. “So am I.”
Other titles by Vera Roberts:
The D’Amato Brothers Series:
The Scott & Mariana Serial:
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Blow by Blow: Diary of a Call Girl
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Hot Like Fire (Sweet and Clean
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The Train Ride (Free on Smashwords.com)
The Erotic Intoxication, Vol. I: Bad
Girls
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There was being treat nicely – and then
there was being treated by Scott Reed.
Krista stretched out her legs in First Class
as she sipped her second mimosa. As promised, Master Scott sent her
the flight itinerary and instructions. All she had to do, really,
was just show up. Clothing was optional according to Him. Not
wanting to risk an arrest record for indecent exposure, Krista
packed clothing and
wore
some on her way to visit Sir.
She was used to the cramped and tight
quarters in coach with the bland and standard offerings of soda and
peanuts. First class was not just another experience but an
entirely different world. As she looked around her, Krista saw
executives, athletes, and a few celebrities. She felt like one of
them.
After a month of getting to know each other
better and developing a friendship, Krista was more than ready to
try her hand at being a submissive. She could admit she was still
unsure if the Lifestyle was truly for her. She admitted she liked
kink and she definitely wasn’t vanilla by any means. But a D/s
relationship seemed a bit more than she would want to handle.
The romance novels made her think it was all
orgasms and fairytales with some billionaire dominating her every
need in and out of the bedroom. Well, Sir wasn’t a billionaire – at
least not yet – but He was pretty close to the fantasy if she’d
ever known one.
He’d made it clear, however, their courtship
was just that and she shouldn’t expect anything more than just that
week of submission. He didn’t exactly say why but Krista figured it
had something to do with the distance and plus, Sir could have any
woman He wanted in L.A. He certainly didn’t need to go to New York
for one.
She was fine with that, much to her
surprise. She wanted to have enough experience to get her feet wet
(among other things) and look back on it as one of the craziest
things she’d ever done. Life was too short to always be playing it
safe.
When she arrived at the airport, she picked
up her luggage at the baggage claim and walked outside to hail a
taxi. As she was about to call for one, a Lincoln Town Car pulled
up and a driver got outside the vehicle.
“Ms. Allen?” The driver asked.
Krista cautiously nodded. “Are you looking
for Krista Allen?”
“Yes, Miss. Mr. Reed sent this car for you.”
The driver pointed to her luggage. “Is this yours?”
Krista’s mouth was hung open too long to
make a coherent sentence so she merely just nodded. “Um hmm…”
“Good.” The driver picked up her luggage and
put it in the trunk. He opened a rear passenger door for her. “Are
you ready?”
Am I?
Sir went above and beyond her
expectations and she only been in L.A. for ten minutes. Krista
snapped out of her thoughts. She cleared her throat and held her
head high. She needed to be that confident woman that Sir took
advantage of at The Dungeon. She didn’t need to act like an unsure
little girl who still wondered if she liked boys.
“I’m ready,” Krista smiled as she stepped
inside the car.
****
Krista stood in front of Sir’s home and was
amazed by what she saw. It had a picket fence. She’d never seen any
home with a picket fence. Not only was there a picket fence but the
grass was green and neatly cut in rows. There were small flower
beds that flanked the front door. She honestly thought it was a
fantasy that was only a reality in some White neighborhoods because
she damn sure didn’t see it in Harlem.
A few moments later, the front door opened
and Krista felt her breath become lodged in her throat. Wearing a
white tank top and black lounge pants, Sir stepped outside the
front door and walked towards her. Krista was pissed that the tank
top covered his washboard abs and defined chest.
“My sugar has arrived,” Sir’s Southern
accent bellowed as He greeted Krista. He quickly paid the driver
and didn’t bother waiting for him to leave when he kissed Krista.
His lips commanded hers and his hands wandered all over her body,
briefly lifting her up by her ass.
He gently set her down and picked up
Krista’s luggage, leading her into the home. “Make yourself at
home. I’m sure you’re thirsty after being on that long plane
ride.”
Krista was still recovering from the kiss
when she entered Scott’s home and blanched. High-vaulted ceilings
and a large crystal chandelier in the foyer greeted her. She
carefully walked inside the home, hoping her steps weren’t going to
break or crack anything. She noticed a small stack of athletic
shoes combined with shiny dressier ones by the entrance. She took
the hint and removed her high heels.
“You can walk to the sofa,” Scott smiled,
pouring drinks for them both, “it’s okay.”
Krista was warmed by Sir’s charming smile.
The ultra-soft carpet embraced her feet and when she sat down on
one of the sofas, it welcomed her body.
Scott walked over and set Krista’s drink in
front of her. He sat at a comfortable distance to her, nursing his
whiskey. “How was your flight?”
“Uneventful.” She shrugged. “I have to say
thank you for the upgrade to First Class. You didn’t have to do
that.”
“I wanted to,” His softly replied. “Do you
feel better now?”
Krista wondered what he meant by that.
Sitting down? The flight? Or simply being there? She did silently
admit Scott’s sofa was more comfortable than her bed. It was a sad
reality. “Much.” She sat up and took a sip of the drink. She
frowned when she realized it was virgin. “Water?”
“Alcohol and jet lag doesn’t mix,” Scott
grinned.
“Good point,” Krista conceded.
“Besides, I want you coherent and clear. You
need to be aware and sober.” He took a sip of whiskey and looked
over to her. “Having you loopy doesn’t benefit neither one of
us.”
“That begs the question, Sir,” Krista put
down her glass of water, “what are the expectations for the next
few days? I’m assuming there’s a lot of ground we need to
cover.”
“We’ll get to business later,” Scott smiled.
“I want you to go freshen up. We’re going out to dinner soon.” He
got up and walked towards the back of the home and Krista followed
him.
If Krista thought the front part of Scott’s
home was impressive, she was astounded by his bedroom. A four-post
bed was center and across from it was a mirrored wall. There were
iron scones on the walls and a small love seat in the far corner
that surrounded by three windows. A large TV hung on the wall above
a fireplace. The bedroom led to a massive bathroom with an open
shower and very large bathtub. There were two sinks at a small
distance from each other. Everything was white, porcelain and
immaculate.
It was Sir to a tee.
Scott went into the bathroom and turned on
the shower. Krista waited a few minutes in the bedroom, wondering
what she should do next. Was she supposed to join him? Was he going
to come out for her? A few more minutes passed by and Krista
decided to chance it. She stripped off her clothing, wrapped her
hair into a tight bun, and joined Sir in the shower.
“Welcome,” Scott spoke as he rinsed off his
hair. “I’m glad you decided to join me.”
“I wasn’t sure what to do, Sir.” Krista
softly spoke. “So I decided to chance it.”
He turned around. “Whenever you’re unsure
about something, just ask. The worst anyone can tell you is
no.”
Krista smiled and for the first time since
arriving in L.A., she finally relaxed. “I will, Sir.”
“Good.” Scott stood behind her and nudged
Krista under the showerhead, “let’s get you clean.”
Scott poured a little soap in his hands and
created lather before sliding his hands up and down Krista’s body.
There was nothing sensual or sexual about what he did. He
thoroughly cleansed her. He spread Krista’s legs, washed between
her thighs, and moved up to her breasts and armpits.
“Rinse.” He directed.
Krista rinsed off her body and made sure
there were no soapy areas left. She was waiting for Sir to give her
further instruction when he surprised her. “Spread your legs and
put your hands on the wall.”
Krista contained the smile building on her
face and complied. “Yes, Sir.” She closed her eyes and waited for
what he was going to do next. Was he going to spank her in the
shower? Was he going to fuck her?
“Shhh….” She felt His hot breath on the nape
of her neck. “….relax, sugar.” His fingers crawled all over her
body, starting with her breasts where they gently squeezed them and
played with the hardened nipples. His strong hands moved down to
her waist where He positioned her just to His liking. One hand held
at the small of her back while the other stroked her inner
thighs.
He squatted and kissed the back of Krista’s
thighs, emitting a soft moan from her. He softly bit each cheek
before standing again. He steadied His hand on the shower wall
while the other hand played with her pussy.
“This week is going to be intense. I’m in
direct contact with Saint Nick and He has given me explicit
instructions for you to follow. I’m here to see you know how to
follow direction and if being a submissive is the life for you.” He
coaxed His fingers in and out of her pussy as He spoke in her ear.
“Even if you decide you don’t want to be a submissive halfway
through the training, you are to complete all of the instruction if
you still want your fantasy.” His fingers moved to her swollen nub
and He massaged it. “Are we clear?”
Krista swallowed and moaned. She tried hard
to keep steady but her legs began to shake and buckle. She felt
like she was about to collapse at any moment. She felt the tight
coils of an impending orgasm, starting at the balls of her feet and
traveling up to her thighs and settling in the pit of her
belly.
“Sugar?” Scott withdrew His hand and Krista
moaned in protest. He turned her to face him. “Are we clear?”
“Yes, Sir.” She answered.
“Good.” He smiled with a nod. He sharply
turned her to face the wall again, forcibly spread about her legs
and went back to playing with her pussy. “Now let’s continue.”
