Constant Surprises (Wrong Numbers Series) (11 page)

“Don’t worry about
dinner, sweetheart, I’m not hungry. Why don’t you come back to bed with me and
we can go to sleep?”

“Let me make sure I put
everything in the fridge, we can have it for dinner tomorrow instead.” She
hoped he truly meant what he said to her.

Chapter Six

Roy had cradled her in
his arms after she had come back from the kitchen. He had awakened first and
was lying still and quiet so she could sleep. God, she was so beautiful, he
thought. Her leg wrapped around his own while her arm circled around his waist.
Her head rested on his chest with her full pouting lips slightly open as she
slept. Roy would have given anything to taste those lips of hers. But he
decided to make a mental picture of how beautiful she looked in the morning
with the sun’s rays shining through the blinds giving her skin a golden glow.

Roy watched her stir in
her sleep, stretching her neck she yawned and licked her luscious lips. Slowly
her eyes looked up into his. Smiling she said, “Good morning,
Koishii
”

“
Koishii
,
what does that mean, sweetheart?”

“It means darling in
Japanese.”

“I want you to call me
that from now on. That will be your special word for me.” Roy smiled as his
fingers trailed along her face.

“Are you hungry?”

Nodding, he got up and
stretched. She was just about to get out of bed when he stopped her and said,
“No, I’ll cook breakfast for you this morning, so you get back into bed.”

He kissed her forehead,
grabbed his shirt, and walked into the kitchen. Amie soon heard the clanking of
pots and pans.

“Don’t hurt yourself in
there, Roy.” Amie giggled when she heard him laughing from the kitchen.

After an hour or so of
clanging pots and running water, Roy walked into the bedroom with a plate and a
glass of orange juice. “Here you go, darling, scrambled eggs, toast, fruit,
sausage patties, and of course some trusty orange juice.”

Handing her the plate
and glass of juice, he walked back down the hall and came back with his own
plate and juice. They ate in silence until Amie said, “I swear, Roy, you make
the best scrambled eggs I’ve ever tasted.”

“Oh really, well that’s
a compliment I think I’ll treasure since it’s coming from a fancy chef such as
you.” Reaching over he kissed her lips and nuzzled her nose. “So what are your
plans for today, darling?”

“Nothing really, since
we are going to eat last night’s dinner tonight, I won’t have to prep dinner
for tonight. Looks like I’m free for the rest of the day,” Amie said biting
into her piece of toast.

“Good, spend the rest
of the day with me, as a matter of fact, stay here for the rest of the week
with me. It would be perfect that way you won’t have to keep going back and
forth from home. You can just stay here with me.” Roy smiled.

“Hmmm, okay. I’ll go
get my things and bring them back here, but I think we have to have that talk I
told you about.”

Roy nodded looking at
her nearly empty plate and asked, “Done?”

 
He took the plate from her lap and went back
into the kitchen. She heard him washing the dishes. Once done, he came back and
sat down on the bed. “Darling, I am here with open ears and an open mind to
whatever you have to tell.”

If anything was ever
going to become of their friendship, or if they decided to get into a
relationship, there were certain things she had to come clean about. Amie hoped
he truly had an open mind because what she had to tell him would more than
likely give the average person a heart attack. Taking a deep breath, she sighed
and held his hand for emotional support.

“During the first two
years of school, I had been focused on my studies; making sure I went to class
on time, following what the instructors told me to do and such. It was pretty
wild that first year, but eventually I got into the swing of things and came
out on top. During my third year in school however, I began to go out and have
fun with some of my classmates including my roommate Lana. We would go to clubs
and just let it all hang out. It was a lot of fun. One night we went to this
club one of the guys had heard about from a friend. Come to find out, it was
club for those who were interested in bondage and submission. Most of them
instantly left because they were scared or disgusted, but I was intrigued. So I
sat and watched. Later I came to find I was being watched by someone―Beauregard.”

“After that first time,
I continued going to the club for about two weeks. I would just sit and watch;
intrigued about how they operated. I never participated in anything because I
was too fucking scared. Then one night, there was this guy I had seen a couple
of times there. He came over to where I was sitting and asked, ‘Is this seat
taken, mademoiselle?’

“I shook my head and he
sat down next to me, he looked so incredibly handsome. Black hair, steel grey
eyes, strong cheekbones, and a killer smile with perfect straight teeth, and of
course, he was French. ‘I’ve seen you here a couple of times, why haven’t you
joined someone?’

“I smiled and said, Um
no, I am just here to observe for now.

“‘Ah, you’re an
American I see.’

“I nodded taking a sip
of water.

“‘Where are you from?’

“Kansas.

“He looked really
puzzled so I had to explain to him where Kansas was so I went with the obvious.
Do you remember the movie The Wizard of Oz?

“He broke in a large
grin and said, ‘
Ahh
yes, Judy Garland, we are not in
Kansas anymore, amazing.’ We laughed. ‘What brings you to France then?’

“I’m here to go to
school at Le Cordon Bleu.

“‘Wow that’s great; you
must be very talented. So why are you here?’

“Like I said, I’m just
looking.

“‘Why don’t you join
in?’

“I could feel myself
blush. He was being so direct it took me back a bit. When I looked into his
eyes, I could tell he was wondering what was going on in my head. I don’t think
I could do something like that.

“‘You’re lying you know
that? I hate liars. You are here because it’s drawing you in, you want to be
possessed by someone.’

“His words shocked me
and struck me to the core. I told him, Excuse me I’m leaving. I got up and
started to walk out the door. I could hear footsteps behind me as I made my way
outside. It was raining that night. When I rounded the corner, I felt a hand on
my arm holding me tightly…it was him. He was smiling that perfect smile and
pulled out an umbrella. With a click of the button, it popped up and ballooned
out above both of us.

“‘
Venez
avec
moi
peu
un,’ he
whispered, his lips right near my ear, his arm was draped around my shoulders
as we walked.”

“What does that mean?”
Roy asked.

Amie smiled. “It means
‘Come with me, little one’.

“We walked on down the
street; I was too scared to say anything, but he started talking.

“‘Let me introduce
myself since I didn’t get the chance to do so, Beauregard Channing. And your
name is?’

“Amie Brown.

“‘
Ahh
,
Amie, lovely name for a lovely girl.’

“I smiled. We continued
to walk until we came to an old brick building with a red wooden door worn
beyond compare. Handing me the umbrella, he reached into his coat and pulled
out his keys. I must have been crazy; here I was an American woman without a
clue going into a bondage club, meeting up with some tall handsome French
stranger then following him into an old building. When he opened the door, I
could smell the wonderful aroma of some type of incense. He helped me inside.
The interior was really nice in contrast to the exterior. It was fairly modern
and up-to-date. ‘Make yourself at home and I’ll get some tea to warm you up.’

“He took my coat and
put it on the coat rack with his own. He was wearing a black suit with a red
shirt and black tie. I walked over to the brown leather couch and sat down. He
grabbed a remote control, pointed it to the fireplace and soon flames were
leaping.

“After a couple of
minutes, he served tea for two with an impressive selection of cookies and
pastries. I thanked him then he popped off, ‘As I said before you left, I think
you are lying. I’ve seen you come into the club for the past two weeks, sitting
in the same spot every time, looking and eyeing the clients while they perform.
You want to join in, darling, don’t deny it.’

“He read me like a
book. I was curious about the entire Dom/sub thing and what it was all about. ‘I
can teach you all that you want to know, la petite, anything you’d want to
know. All you have to do is ask.’

“Why do you want to do
all this?

“‘Because there is a
story in those eyes, a story of pain and heartbreak as well as love, my dear, I
know that you’ve been through a lot of pain. Tell me about yourself, Amie, we
have all evening to talk and I want to get to know you before you accept my
offer.’

“I was trying to hold
back the tears, but of course they fell down my cheeks. He was gracious enough
to hand me a tissue. So for the rest of that evening, I told this man, this man
that I just met, my story, about the bullying, my parents, my friends,
everything that I could get off my chest. Well, after spilling my life story to
this stranger, I felt so much better. It was like it was easier to breathe.

“He looked at me with a
smile and his eyes kind of danced a bit. He took my cup then my hand. ‘Come
with me.’

“We climbed stone steps
to the second level of the apartment. There were two very large double wooden
doors. When I first peered in I was so shocked I probably gulped a couple of
times. There in the bedroom was a beautiful white girl with strawberry blonde
hair and a matching fair complexion with a light dusting of freckles across her
cheeks and shoulders. Her wrists and ankles were tied with black leather straps
to each corner of the bed.

“‘Wake up!’ Beauregard
demanded.

“The woman’s eyes
quickly fluttered open, she looked up at us, and said in French, ‘Master, yes, Master,
I am awake.’

 
“He said to me, ‘This is Michelle; she has
been my sub for about five years now. Let me ask you a question, Amie, have you
ever been with a woman before?’

“My mouth was wide
open, and I straight up told him, Hell no!

“‘I find it very funny
that some women I’ve talked with over the years have said they were never
interested in getting with a woman, yet when they did, they rather enjoyed way
too much.’

“Well that was them and
not me! I am strictly
dicky
, my friend.

“He laughed and walked
me over to the bed. The girl stared at us. She wasn’t scared or anything, which
surprised me because if I had been tied up like that, I would have been scared
to death. We both sat down beside her. I tried my best not to look at her, but
Beauregard turned my face to meet with this girl. Then taking my hand in his,
he placed it on this woman’s breast. Now I had always felt my own breasts
before, you know while taking a shower or in the midst of making love, but to
actually feel another woman’s breast was something that shook my nerves bad. ‘Tell
me how does she feel, Amie, I want you to tell me exactly how her breasts feel?’

“I was so humiliated by
him asking this because I felt like such an idiot for even going this far, yet
at the same time the whole thing started to excite me. This was something
different I was doing, something not normal by other people’s standards. Very
soft and nice, I told him, which was the truth.

“‘Go lower.’

“I looked at him but he
didn’t blink much less did he smile, it was my first demand from a Dom. This
was my first lesson in the life of being a submissive. My fingers went lower,
along her flat stomach then followed the curves of her hips, past her belly
button, but I got scared to go all the way down and ended up stopping, even though
Michelle was anticipating me to go down to her pussy. Beau walked over to the
other side of the woman, surveying me. ‘I want you to go lower, Amie, go lower
with your hand. Michelle is waiting for you to touch her.’

“Taking a deep breath,
I gently laid my fingers along her mound and rested them there. She had a small
patch of strawberry blonde hair. I glanced back at him even though I did what
he wanted, his face held no expression whatsoever.

 
“‘I want you to open up her pussy and take a
look inside.’

“Of course, if I was
going to dive into something this deep, I needed to learn to obey even though
it was humiliating to me. So with both of my hands, I went down and gently
opened up her pussy. I took in the pinkness of it, the soft lips, and small nub
that was her clit.

“‘Wet the finger you
use when you are playing with yourself. I want you to use it on her clit.’ I
sucked on my index finger and softly ran it along her clit. She sighed softly.
I had to think about myself while I did this, pretending this woman’s clit was
my own. I imagined me doing it to myself. It didn’t take her very long to get
into it and when Beau knew she was just about to cum, he shouted, ‘Stop!’
Scaring me, but I stopped. Michelle’s hips kept gyrating then stopped.