Make Me (6 page)

David

I situate my jacket and eye my opponent. Thoughts of burying myself in her—cervix deep—is making my cock hard. It is time to go in for the kill.

“You know, Linda, you have never even witnessed a scene. To be perfectly honest with you, the least you could do—out of respect for me and the lifestyle—is that much.”

“It is very important to me that this show doesn’t make a mockery of BDSM. In fact, that is the only reason I even agreed to do it.”

I watch intently as she squirms in her seat. She is right where I want her—at the awkward state. It will give me the control that I love.

“I have no problem with that; it will help me as far as research.”

She tries to answer with an air of confidence but the look on her face shows her true feelings; she’s panicking. I wonder if she is scared I’m going to recognize she has tendencies. If so, it is too late for that because I pegged her a long time ago. She just doesn’t know it yet.

Linda

David and I stand and watch as the Dom I had laughingly referred to as ‘Malibu Dom’ flogs a sub.

The woman has been placed on a St. Andrew’s cross and turned around for the scene. Greg makes his way up and down her back in precise figure eight movements. It is evident by the flick of his wrist that he is a seasoned Dom and knows how to use the flogger in his hand.

He turns, notices us standing there, and makes his way over to me to whisper in my ear. “I would love for this to be you one day, Linda.”

What happens next fell nothing short of shocking me.

David leans in and spit-hisses as if he is a reptile. He is speaking so low that if I wasn’t listening closely, I wouldn’t be able to hear him. “You know protocol! You don’t ever approach a sub when she is with another Dom!”

“No, David, I don’t approach a sub when she is with
her Dom.
She isn’t your sub. In fact, you could both be kicked off the show if they find out that you two are out on a date.”

“We aren’t on a date; this is business!”

“Point taken, David! You have no authority over her, but she is open season for the rest of us here and I don’t plan on anyone getting to know her but me. I have no problem telling you outright that I have set my sights on her and there isn’t a damn thing you or anyone else can do about it.”

With that, Greg turns and goes back to the flogging at hand.

Even though I’m pissed that these two are talking about me like I’m not in the room, I am shocked by Greg’s brazen behavior. He doesn’t strike me as the type to be a trouble maker so there must be bad blood between these two.

I have no intentions of getting in the middle of some
Dom war.
I certainly don’t appreciate being viewed as if I’m some sort of commodity. No one has even taken into consideration how I might feel about all of this. I have no intentions of subjecting myself to either one of these men.

They are both going to learn that you can’t always get what you want. I assume that is a hard lesson for men such as these two—men who are used to getting whatever they want, whenever they want it.

What’s the deal with these guys? Competing over me as if I am some door prize is anything but flattering. They’re both setting themselves up to get a healthy dose of reality. I have no problem with setting them straight and that is exactly what I plan to do when the opportunity presents itself.

David all but jerks my arm out of socket as he pulls me away and down into a darkened hallway.

He pins me on to the wall as he slams both hands on either side of my head. We are almost touching noses we are so close. “You listen to me and you listen to me good, girl! Stay. The. Fuck. Away. From. Greg. Or. Any. Other. Dom.”

He is so close I can see sparks of yellow in his hazel eyes, firing off the anger he is experiencing.

“I’m waiting for you to answer me,” he hisses.

Just then, I start to hear voices coming down the hallway and he must see the panic on my face because he pulls me into one of the playrooms and latches the door.

He pushes me over to a circular bed, walking me backwards until I push against it, and making my knees buckle so I automatically sit. One more poke at my chest with his finger has me laying back and he quickly straddles me. As he sits there looking down on me, he jerks his coat off and rolls his up sleeves.

To be honest, the man has me overwhelmed in a matter of moments.

My mind flashes back to all the internet pics that I have seen while doing research and this guy fits the bill. The only problem is that the same things that turn me on when I see them are turning me on now.

The strong forearms, the rolled up sleeves on a man’s dress shirt, the watch, the hands—I can handle them all but nothing prepares me for the element of danger this man is exhibiting right now. I can feel the ‘Alpha’ intensity rolling off of him and permeating the room. He is mad. He is acting like some wild animal that is staking a claim.

“David, David,” I try to soothe him with my voice. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

He never answers, just glares at me as he pops one of my tits over my dress and begins running the pad of his thumb over it.

“I can’t do this, David. You’re part of the show. You are supposed to be going after one of the contestants, not the producer.”

He leans down and pins my wrists to the bed, crashing his mouth down over mine. He begins to take kisses. He isn’t just kissing me; he is taking my mouth.

His mouth leaves a trail of heat as it works over my upper body. He is sucking, licking, and biting down on my neck and chest until he arrives at my peaked nipple. He sucks roughly and then begins to lightly flick his tongue over my hardened nipple.

My body moves as if I have no say so in the matter. He pulls at my dress and eyes my garters and hose. A look of accusation on his face confirms the words that he speaks. “You little cock tease!”

He drops beside the bed, moving my g-string over, and licks over my slit as he pulls up on my pussy and forces my clit out of hiding. He looks up at me through his hooded eyes and speaks, “There is only one way to make you mine…”

He aggressively pulls my slit apart and slips two fingers in, pumping and thrusting, as he sucks and licks my clit until he pulls orgasm after orgasm from my body. By the time he is finished, I lay there in a heap with my eyes closed.

The last thing I remember him doing is grabbing me by a fistful of hair and growling in my ear, “Stay the fuck away from any other man. My driver is out front. Get your shit together and go home!”

I quickly grab my stuff and all but run from the room, still in the afterglow of orgasm. Everything is happening so fast it is leaving me in a state of what the fuck just happened. He basically came in and assaulted my senses, leaving me overwhelmed.

I have never experienced a man this intense. Every time I come up with a logical plan to resist his advances, it shatters when I am face to face with him. This is not how I pictured this so called meeting.

All I care about is getting out of here as quickly as possible so I can process what the fuck just happened and come up with a plan to resist this guy getting into my system—one that works. I almost trip over my feet running from the room to make my way to the car.

David

I make my way out to the playroom and savagely grab Sandy by her hair, pull her over to a spanking bench, and strap her down. In a matter of seconds, a crowd begins to form.

I’m known for my aggressive and intense scenes and I always draw a crowd because of it. It takes a certain kind of sub to handle the intensity that I dish out.

I only play with subs who fall into a fetish of ‘consensual non-consent.’ Sandy is one of the few who can handle me when I get into these moods, wanting to degrade and humiliate, and tonight I am fit to be tied.

I lean down and snarl, eye level with Sandy, “The belt is coming off tonight. What does that mean, girl?”

“It means it is getting used, Sir.”

“You’re damn straight that it is!”

The crack of it hitting flesh resounds as onlookers watch in awe. The sound barely hit Sandy’s ears before the white lightning pain hits her ass. I can tell she is in paradise. Twenty lashes later, I’m mercilessly pounding my cock in and out of her, commanding her to come.

I am mad it isn’t the woman I want strapped over that spanking bench. I can tell by the look on her face that Sandy is elated I’m taking it out on her. It works out quite well for the both of us.

I close my eyes, imagining the day it will be Linda, and I explode into the condom that I’m wearing. I take a moment to gain my bearings and dispose of the condom in the proper waste container. I return with baby wipes and gently clean Sandy up.

I lean down and pet her hair as I whisper in her ear, “Such a good girl, you’re such a good girl.” A faint smile crosses her lips. She lives to hear those words. I know she knows that she is only servicing me and I know she knows she will never be my sub. I guess she feels like having a little of me is better than having none of me…

Linda

I wake up the next morning with mixed feelings. What the fuck was I thinking last night when I all but slept with one of the contestants on my show? And my other thought… Damn! I’ve never come that hard.

I know, after last night, that the man is off the chain in his bedroom abilities. The mixture of pure Alpha aggression and him knowing a woman’s body the way that he does, puts any other man that I have ever been sexually involved with to shame!

No wonder they say in studies that people who go to the BDSM side of things never come back. Why would anyone want to come back from a journey that intense? I know that I am going to have to stay away from David, especially after last night.

I am also shocked at the way he reacted to Greg, but little did I know the issue of Greg is nowhere near settled in David’s mind.

Well, enough thinking about last night’s little escapade. It is time to put my game face on and go to work.