Make Me (7 page)

Linda

I make my way over to a high seated stool with coffee and iPad in tow. “Ladies, listen up! This isn’t some ‘besties’ reunion where you come to chit-chat with the girls. This show is about winning Dom Juan over there and the cool million that comes with him. I’m not seeing the level of competition that I need to see.”

I don’t need to turn around to know that David is pissed. I can feel the glare of his eyes permeating anger in my direction. I know that I am taking last night’s bad judgment call out on him, but I can’t help it. As far as I am concerned, he used being in his element last night, against me. All I am doing is returning the favor.

“Need I remind you girls that winning this show can sky-rocket your career?” I take a second and turn, taking the time to glare at David. “You girls had better be getting busy about ‘playing’ in the sandbox with Dom Juan over there. I can hear the level of sarcasm and contempt in my voice as I say the words:
Playing
and
Dom Juan
.

I have no intention of being another notch on David’s, or any other Dom’s, whipping belt. What I have learned up to this point of the journey is this: If hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, that goes double for a Dom…

I have no idea how sadistic a disrespected Dom can be, but I am getting ready to find out. It isn’t as though I am purposely being contemptuous; it’s just that, in my mind, he is a player.

I don’t understand that these are consenting adults playing. I see David as a womanizer and I have no intentions of falling prey to an egotistical ass who fucks someone different every night.

I have no idea that under that suit is a true Dom. A lot of subs would give anything to have him. It takes a certain kind of woman to grab David’s attention and though I have captured his, he would never let me run him over in the name of business, or anything else.

I have no intention of letting a man use me and throw me to the side after he is finished. We are both fiercely headstrong in our beliefs and we are both wrong in our assessments of one another.

After my little speech, it didn’t take long at all for the claws to come out. All I have to do is follow the cameras around and listen.

“I hate that Barbie bitch! She follows him around like a little puppy. She acts like she is already collared and leashed.”

“Do you think they hooked up?” the other girl on the balcony quips.

“Please, it’s evident that they have been fucking around. The way that she follows him around is sickening.”

“Well, I’ll be damned if I’m following anyone around like that.”

“That’s because we aren’t ‘subs.’” The girls make sure to whisper it low enough where it won’t be caught on camera.

I find myself feeling two emotions: anger that these girls are trying to use the BDSM lifestyle to get rich and famous, and jealousy that David has been fucking around with Barbie. No matter how I try to wrap my head around why I feel jealous, I can’t figure it out. If I am going to be honest with myself, I will have to admit that I like this guy more than I care to.

Both girls continue laughing and whispering, making sure to eye Barbie so that she will be aware she is the victim of their cruelty. I find my heart going out to Barbie even though I do feel jealousy towards her; no one deserves to be mistreated. I will soon find out Barbie is much stronger than I realize.

“It’s a wrap guys; break for lunch.”

I have made it through half of the day with no run-ins with David. Now, if I can just make it through the next half…

I look up from rubbing my temples at my desk to view David entering my office and quietly locking the door behind him.

Oh shit!

It is clear by the look on his face that he is pissed.

He stands in front of me and gently takes one finger, placing it under my chin, and lifting my face up.

“Look at me.”

Looking at David in this moment is proving to be very difficult. His stern countenance clearly lets me know that he is very displeased.

“I understand you have a job to do but I’m not your punk. I don’t give a fuck about fortune or fame. I have my own reasons for being here.”

With that, he sharply turns and leaves the room. I’m left there wondering why I feel like a five year old child who has just been reprimanded.

Why do I feel bad about being a bitch out in the studio?

I’m not the one fucking a different woman every night; he is. All I’m doing is protecting myself from falling prey to a player.

I was mean about how I approached it when I gave the girls their little pep talk, but I’m pissed David thinks he can have some demanding obsession with me and still fuck whoever he feels like fucking.

Maybe it’s time for me to move past pep talks and do some dating of my own. I’m a firm believer in actions speak louder than words. Maybe it is time for me to show David I mean business instead of just telling him.

Maybe he needs a dose of reality. What better way for him to get it than for me to do exactly what he demanded for me not to do? He has no right telling me what to do and I have every intention of letting him know he can’t bark out orders to me. He can save that for one of his subs—I’m not his sub…

Linda

I’m sitting on my couch, watching mindless TV and answering an endless sea of e-mails, when I hear the doorbell ring.

I get up and look through the peephole, shocked to see David standing there. I jerk the door open, “What the fuck, David? What are you doing here?”

“I’ve come to give you an ultimatum.”

He continues talking as he pushes his way inside, not giving me a chance to answer.

“You either take the discipline you so desperately need, or I get my lawyer and find some kind of loophole to get out of this joke of a TV show of yours. In fact, if memory serves me correctly, I specifically remember a clause about fraternization!”

“David, I am only trying to light a fire under some of the girls.”

He begins to stalk me, walking towards me until I’m backed into the wall. His breath tickles as he speaks into my ear, but what he says is not amusing in the least. “Either put your big girl panties on and submit to the spanking you deserve, or find yourself another Dom.”

“You can’t be serious!”

“I
never
joke about discipline.”

Though his voice is no louder than a whisper, his demeanor is dead serious.

I look up at the man standing over me. Why does he have to look so good? His tie has been loosened and the top button on the dress shirt that he wears is unbuttoned. His long layered, dark brown hair has just a tinge of grey at the temples. His thin lips are in a straight line and his hazel eyes are cutting into me without mercy.

He gently leads me by my hand to the bed and tosses me over his knee. The sleep shirt I’m wearing offers no protection from this man I have openly disrespected in front of a room full of people. I am going to pay penance for my offense.

He quickly throws one leg over me and pulls my g-string off. He twists my hair in his fist, pulling my head back and ignoring my kicks and screams.

In one swift lightning move, his hand begins to strike my ass over and over. White hot pain sears my tender skin as I sob and scream, “I’m sorry” over and over to no avail.

Just when I think I can take no more, his manicured hand softly runs over the marks he has created. He gently pinches at my inner thigh and my legs instinctively fly open.

“So fucking wet!” he growls as his fingers play in the folds of my now swollen pussy.

I listen to myself as a woman I don’t know whines and raises her ass up to meet the hands that just disciplined her. It is as if I am standing outside of my body watching some other woman. David has brought out a side of me that I have never known.

His hands play in my folds until he brings me right to the point of coming and then he stops.

He picks me up and lays me on the bed and I look away as he undresses. I feel him take a handkerchief and place it at my nose. “Blow.”

I blow and then look away, still too embarrassed and angry to deal with him right now.

He straddles me, seating himself over me and begins running his hard cock up and down my slit. “Look at me!” he growls from somewhere deep in his chest.

I quickly look up at him, not wanting to get more of what he just subjected me to.

He begins teasing me as he stares at me, pushing just the head of his cock into me, and then running it over my clit. He is bringing me right to the point of climaxing and then stopping.

I begin rising up, pleading and begging, “David, please. David, please.”

“Please what? Shove my cock into your soaking wet pussy? You have to earn this cock, girl.”

His eyes cut into me with a look of pure displeasure.

I say things that I have never said to any man before. “Please, I’ll be good. I’m sorry. I’ll never do it again.”

David

I eye the woman who is a stranger to my world and she confirms what I already know—she has sub tendencies. Yes, she is an ‘Alpha sub,’ but a sub none the less…

She has no way of knowing that Alpha subs are my ‘type.’ I love strong business women who are in charge on their jobs, and subs to their Doms in the bedroom.

The fact that I am the one introducing her to my lifestyle, only makes it that much sweeter. I never take my eyes off of her as I place a condom on.

I lift one of her legs and place it over my shoulder and slide—balls deep—into that soaking wet slit of hers. Watching her eyes roll back in her head is euphoric for me.

“Play with that pussy while I fuck you, girl. Oh…and by the way…don’t ever come without asking my permission first.” I lean down and taunt her, whispering, “I’ll hurt you if you do.”

“David, please, if I touch myself, I’m going to come.”

“You better not take your eyes off of me!”

“I won’t, aahhhhhfuuuuuuuuck.”

I’m going to pound that little pussy of hers into the night. It will be a long time before little Miss Reality TV forgets about this romp in the hay.