Make Me (9 page)

“Bend over that bed, Linda.”

He stares at me coldly, as if daring me to defy him.

I walk over to the bed and bend over, keeping my legs together to try and maintain some form of modesty. My head turns to the side as I watch him roll those damn shirt sleeves of his up. He walks behind me and kicks at my feet, forcing me to spread my legs.

“You can fight it all you want, but that little pussy of yours likes me. How many times have you thought about that spanking?” His fingers work their way through my folds as I listen. “I asked you a question?”

Right when he said ‘question,’ he forcefully thrusts his finger into me. “I don’t know, David.” My breath hitches somewhere in my chest and my legs are beginning to tremble. He bends down behind me, spreading me open and running his tongue up and down my slit. His lips pull at my clit, pulsing at it with urgency to bring me pleasure. Once again, he pulls the prank of stopping right before I come.

“Why do you do that to me, David?”

He is undressed and standing beside me, already having placed on a condom. He leans down, nuzzling in my hair, and whispers, “Liar.” He doesn’t answer my question because I didn’t answer his about how many times I have thought about the spanking.

“It stays at the forefront of my mind. I think about it over and over.”

“That’s a good girl… you’re learning.”

He flips me over to my back and pulls me down to the end of the bed. “I want to see your face while I am fucking you, Linda. He jerks me down further until my ass is on the edge of the bed, tossing my legs over his shoulders and pushing into me. I couldn’t help but smile when I hear him groan.

“Oh girl, this is like coming home. Oh fuck, girl—that is right where I need to be, buried deep inside of you. His thrusts become more urgent as he manipulates my clit in perfect timing with the pivoting of his hips.

“David, please, you’re going to make me come.”

“Oh yeah, girl, yes I am.”

My body racks with the pleasure that, up until this point in my life, only one man has been able to give me—David.

I see a look of peace wash over him as he groans, unloading into the condom that he wears. A part of me is glad he will be sated for the taping of tomorrow’s show.

He scares me when he gets in the mood that he was in earlier. The question is… why does that primal anger also turn me on so much?

I wake up to his large chest looming over me, trapping me against the bed. His fists hold his body weight up as he pushes into me. How can I wake up soaking wet for this man I have only known for a few weeks?

He pumps into me as he talks, openly threatening me. “I will never let you go. I’ve already come up with a plan on how to get out of fucking any of those women. That sweet little pussy of yours belongs to me now. I’m going to use it every time my eyes look across a room and my cock hardens. I am going to pull you into dark hallways and empty stairwells to taste from those sweet lips on your beautiful face and those swollen, sweet lips between your legs that I love prying apart for my pleasure.”

“David, stop. Don’t tell me, just fuck me, baby—just fuck me.”

“Oh yes, girl. Now you’re talking.”

My head swims with the pleasure of being roughly fucked by a man who acts as if he is obsessed with me. I know that David and I will be in each other’s systems long after this reality show is over and done.

Linda

I’m sitting at my desk talking to my office staff. “This is not the first time a woman has run off of the set, crying and quitting the show.”

“Well, Linda, don’t you think that David was a little bit harsh?”

“No, I don’t! I think Lolita got a dose of reality. This is a reality TV show,” I quip as I sternly eye the TV tech.

“My job is producing and editing this show and your job is to keep your personal opinion out of it. Don’t ever forget that this is a business.

“I don’t need any of you playing den mother to any of these girls. They knew what they were getting into when they auditioned.” I stare at each person in the room, daring anyone to defy me. I go back to my paperwork, look up, and declare: “This meeting is over, get back to work.”

I don’t care if they think that I’m a bitch. I am good to the people who work for me and I’m damn good at my job. These contestants will do anything to win, including crying on anyone’s shoulder who will listen.

A part of me knows I’m taking up for David, but I understand what he is saying about not wanting to make a mockery of the BDSM community and I agree whole heartedly. If these girls aren’t into the lifestyle and they can’t handle the pressure, then they can always leave…

I have no idea David’s around the corner doing what any upstanding Dom would do—spying and eavesdropping, of course. I also have no idea he is proud of me for taking a stand, or that he is thinking ‘
Good girl’
as he listens.

David

I walk through my club, inspecting it before the doors are opened. It is something that I do every night. My standards are high for everything, always setting the bar to a new level.

I’m a perfectionist in all of my dealings. I have OCD just as bad as any self-respecting Dom does.

I show a standard of excellence in everything I do. Each night the club is inspected personally by me, and no game show is going to get in the way of my high standards.

I make my way through the hallway towards the playrooms and stop when I get to the door of the one we used last night. This is the first time in years that I have been smitten with a woman.

As club owner I have my choice of subs but I don’t do 24/7 relationships. Having a sub is a full time responsibility and one I take very seriously. I’ve only been interested in playing—that is, until now.

My type of sub isn’t an easy thing to find. I have a bent for ‘Alpha subs’ and they are few and far between. I like a strong business woman who is in charge by day and only submits to one man by night.

I feed off of a woman that presents a challenge to me. I don’t want a brat, but an independent, strong, capable, and in charge woman. I also need a woman that has a fetish for consensual non-consent. I like a woman who enjoys rough sex and desires to be taken. I’m known for my intense scenes and it takes a certain kind of woman to handle that level of passion.

It boils down to one thing with Linda—chemistry. Linda and I have the chemistry of matches and gasoline and it is going to take discipline on both of our parts to get through this last week of the show.

I tell myself I can hide the attraction I feel for Linda and, normally, I am unreadable, but the veneer of carefully layered control seems to crack when I’m in her presence. It’s usually over something she does that pisses me off. As a rule, I’m not this volatile, but I normally don’t give a shit what subs are doing, much less why they are doing it. Hell, half the time they are trying to make me jealous. This woman isn’t even trying; I just am.

Anything that has to do with her sends me over the top. I don’t want anyone looking at or touching her because, in my mind, she belongs to me. Not being able to stake a claim on her is making me crazy. Control—I’m used to that… Crazy—this is all new to me. I just need for this week to be over and for my plan to go successfully.

Rachael

I eye my fiery red hair in the mirror as I continue putting on make-up, letting my mind wander. I have been quiet up until now but all of that is getting ready to change. With only one week left in this competition, I am going to have to up my game.

As far as I am concerned, David is my ticket to success even if my career doesn’t work out as a reality star. He is rich and powerful which means I will be set for life if I can get him down the aisle, so to speak.

The problem is that I know I’m looking at it in terms of the typical vanilla romance. I know enough after being in this house that D/s relationships don’t work the way that vanilla ones do. I just need to figure out how things do work so I can nab my meal ticket. I’ll be damned if I spent the last five weeks in this house with these crazy bitches just to walk out of here with nothing to show for it.

I sit, ignoring the rest of the women as they antagonize Barbie. It’s evident she has some kind of hold on the guy but I just figure it’s because she is a true sub. I learned how to fake things a long time ago and if it takes faking it to get my hands on David, then so be it. There is no way I’m going home broke and embarrassed.

I look up and eye Barbie to see how she is reacting and she is ignoring the cruel remarks the women are making.

Better her getting their wrath than me.

I am surprised she is as strong as she is. I would have thought being a sub meant being a doormat. Barbie has shown nothing but strength throughout this competition. Anyone else would have cracked under what she has had to endure.

Barbie

I know as soon as I eye Kathy in my peripheral vision that she is getting ready to start her shit. If it wasn’t for the fact that it would make the community look bad, I’d beat her ass. I just keep telling myself it isn’t about me—that I only have a week to go. I don’t think I will ever pursue a reality TV show career. This is much harder to do than I anticipated, especially being that I am the target in the house.

“I bet you think that you already have this competition in the bag, Barbie.”

I continue ignoring her but still use my peripheral vision to watch her. If Kathy makes the mistake of putting a hand on me, she is going to get an ass whipping that she won’t soon forget.

“You just thought that you would fuck and suck your way to the finish line, but a man like David wants a woman with class.”

“Yeah, and you are one classy broad aren’t you, Kathy?” I mutter in between strokes of the mascara brush. Kathy storms off angry when everyone in the dressing room starts laughing.

The conversation had not gone the way Kathy had envisioned in her mind. She, like many of the other women, has underestimated me, seeing me as weak because I’m a sub. Most of the women know nothing about the BDSM lifestyle and their misguided thoughts have only solidified what David and I already know; these girls are clueless to the ins and outs of BDSM.