Chapter 6
CHAPTER 6
Brynn
I’m not even in my own body anymore. Mr. Bennett has possessed me and turned me into someone I don’t recognize. I’m floating around the room outside my skin, hovering, watching, humming with need.
He’s so dominant. I had no idea it was going to be like this when I agreed to be his fake girlfriend. How fake is this? It feels real to me. All he has to do is look at me, and I cave to his desires.
Who am I? I’ve never considered myself submissive. I don’t even know much about this lifestyle. It’s some kind of kinky fetish I don’t understand. All I know is I want what he’s offering. I crave it like my next breath.
He brings me to my knees with only a look. I’m so aroused my panties are soaked. Surely, Orlando can smell my musk. Hell, Mr. Bennett probably can, too.
He’s pleased, as well. I don’t think he fully expected me to obey him, but the more I do, the more he relaxes into his seat. The more he smiles. If he asked me to ride him right now, I would do it, probably in front of these two stylists.
I’ve lost all sense of modesty. No one has seen me naked in a long time, and three people are staring at my nearly nude body. As I lower my practical cotton bra, my nipples peak. They actually ache. My breasts are so heavy and full that Orlando’s measurements probably won’t be accurate when I’m no longer this aroused. Is that a thing?
Orlando takes my old bra from me, and it’s a struggle to keep from covering my breasts. I keep my gaze on Mr. Bennett, not looking away. I don’t want to appear weak or mousy. He’s challenging me, and I’m going to meet that challenge.
He doesn’t hide the fact that he intentionally lowers his gaze to my breasts. He stares at them for long seconds while I watch him. I like the way he’s looking at me. I like the way he discreetly shifts his weight. I affect him. It makes me feel oddly powerful.
This is Asher Bennett in front of me. He could have any woman on earth, and yet I’m standing in nothing but my boring white panties on a raised platform in his master-bedroom closet.
He looks disappointed as Orlando eases the straps of the black lacy bra up my arms and covers my boobs. Orlando fastens it in the back and then rounds to the front to adjust the cups.
I lift onto my toes and try not to gasp as he handles my boobs, plumping them and arranging them in the cups of the lace.
Mr. Bennett never takes his gaze off me. I don’t think he blinks. His look is pure lust and appreciation when he slowly lifts it to meet my eyes .
I finally glance down, and I’m shocked to see how hot my boobs are in this bra. I’ve never owned any lingerie this expensive or delicate. You definitely get what you pay for in the bra department.
“Perfect fit,” Orlando declares, still adjusting my boobs until he’s pleased. He stares at my chest, too, glancing back and forth between my breasts, but his look is professional and clinical. I don’t get the feeling he gets excited by women’s bodies.
Orlando turns toward Mr. Bennett. “I have a tiny matching thong that goes with this bra if you’re planning to have her waxed. Or if you’d rather keep her natural hair, I can provide something with more coverage.”
My knees wobble. I can’t take much more of this. My functional cotton panties are soaked and getting wetter still. I’m confused by my reactions to damn near everything that’s happened to me since Mr. Bennett found me sleeping in the breakroom. But when Orlando addresses Mr. Bennett about how he intends to groom my pussy, I grow solidly fainter.
I’ve been completely eliminated from the discussion as if I’m not in the room. I have no say in this matter. Mr. Bennett will decide if he wants my private parts bare or not. It’s so unbelievably dominant. They’re talking about my pussy. The hair I’ve never thought much about. Why would I? I’ve never been in a single situation where I thought someone might see it in my life. When I got ready this morning, it hadn’t even entered my mind as a possibility. If I’d known I would end up exposing my panties…
No. I couldn’t have known. It wasn’t in my wildest imagination.
Mr. Bennett rubs his chin for a moment as if he’s making a decision when I know good and well he probably made a decision about my pussy a long time ago. I’m starting to think perhaps it’s been weeks.
Did he plan this? Has he been watching me and plotting to take over my life for weeks? I shudder. I’m not sure how I feel about that possibility.
Without shifting his attention to me, keeping his focus on Orlando, Mr. Bennett says, “Stacia is coming to groom her this afternoon. She’ll do a full Brazilian wax.”
I hold my breath. A full wax? The thought scares me to death. Won’t it hurt? Do I even want my pussy waxed?
I’m mortified that my arousal has leaked through my panties and is now coating the insides of my thighs. I’ll die if Orlando suggests I try on panties.
Mr. Bennett’s gaze slowly shifts directly to the area in my thoughts. He stares at my pussy for long seconds, a small smile lifting the corners of his lips. He knows. I’m so embarrassed.
When he speaks again, he addresses Orlando and Prism, but his gaze never leaves my wet panties. “She’ll only need thongs. Leave several sets. She’ll want them when she goes to class.”
I’m tremendously confused by his statement, but I say nothing. I’m sure he’ll tell me when he’s ready.
Prism turns from the racks of clothes. “I’ve made several selections that will be perfect for her shape and size. You can go through them later. If there’s anything you don’t like, just set the items aside. I can pick them up when I drop off evening gowns. I’ll send over more selections later today. Will you need anything formal before next weekend?”
“No. Any time before that is fine. Thank you, Prism.”
“Of course, sir.”
Mr. Bennett meets my gaze again as Orlando steps onto the dais. “Let Orlando remove the bra and put it with the rest of your lingerie. You won’t need it this afternoon.”
I can’t breathe while Orlando unfastens the lace, draws it down my arms, and hands it to Prism.
Mr. Bennett lifts a hand toward me. “Come. Orlando needs to fold up the dais.”
I step off the platform on wobbly legs and go to him. I can’t keep my arms at my sides, though. It’s a physical impossibility. I cross one over my nipples and grab my bicep with my hand.
When I reach him, he spreads his legs like before, motioning me between them with one hand. “Kneel between my knees, baby. Your legs are wobbly.”
I’m like a robot. He’s hypnotized me. I can’t deny him. Plus, he’s right. My legs are going to give out. I lower to my knees between his, and he guides my cheek to rest on his thigh, caressing the back of my head with his hand.
“Lower your bottom to your heels, baby. You can rest now.”
I do as I’m told, grateful that I’m no longer required to face anyone.
“Good girl.” He finds the band at the end of my braid, tugs it free, and fingers through my long locks. It’s soothing. I’m exhausted. I close my eyes, mostly to avoid staring at his obvious erection an inch from my face.
I’m aware of Orlando and Prism packing up, but they’re so quiet that I’m not sure when they leave. They must have exchanged silent goodbyes with Mr. Bennett.
“I’m proud of you, Brynn,” he says finally, lifting my face. “Such a good girl.”
I stare up at him in wonder and awe. I can’t process what’s happening here. What’s real? What’s not? “Did you plan this way before last night?” I ask because it’s the most pressing question on my mind.
“No, baby. I didn’t. I had no idea you were going to be so perfectly submissive when I proposed this arrangement. I’m a very dominant man, Brynn, but I imagined us having to butt heads several times before we found our groove together. I meant what I said last night. I need everyone to believe I have a girlfriend. You need tuition money. That hasn’t changed. The only thing that has changed is that we obviously have a mutual kink that needs fulfilling.”
I blink several times. I’m on my knees between this man’s legs. My chest is bare. I should be mortified, and I can’t find the will. “What does that mean?”
He gently strokes my cheek. “It means I’m going to dominate you in the way I crave, and you’re going to submit to me because you want to very badly.”
“All the time?”
“Yes, baby. All the time.” His hand slides down to my breast, and he gently cups it before flicking a thumb over my nipple. “You were such a good girl this morning. You deserve a reward.”
I suck in a breath. My nipples are so hard, and I’ve never been this aroused. A reward? I’m suddenly afraid he means to have sex with me. I lean back on my heels, losing contact with his fingers. “I’m not a hooker, Mr. Bennett. You can’t pay me for sex.”
His brows shoot up. “I know you’re not a hooker, Brynn. The thought never crossed my mind. I wasn’t planning to fuck you this morning. Sex is not on the menu. Will you let me make you feel good?”
I chew on my bottom lip. What is he suggesting?
“How many men have you had sex with, Brynn? ”
I don’t answer him. Instead, I look down, embarrassed. Why would he want to have anything to do with me? I’m probably nothing like the women he usually…fucks.
“Look at me, baby.”
I can’t deny him when he calls me baby . He says it like I’m precious. I lift my gaze.
“Answer my question.”
I lick my lips. “None.”
He flinches. “None. Why?”
I shrug, my face hot. “I’ve never met anyone I was interested in having sex with. I’ve never had time. I’ve been focused on school and work.” I lower my gaze again. “I’m sorry.”
He leans forward and cups my chin, lifting it. “Sorry? For being a virgin?”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur.
“Never be sorry for being a virgin. I’m humbled. My cock is ten times harder now. But it will stay in my pants today. I’m not saying we will never have sex. I suspect we will sooner rather than later, but definitely not until you know in your heart that you are not my whore. I do not ever want you to feel dirty with me. I’m not going to sugarcoat this, Brynn. I’m not the kind of man you’d want to latch onto for the long haul. I’m not interested in marriage, kids, and picket fences. If we have sex at some point, you need to know I’m not forever. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” I breathe out. It’s a lot to think about. Do I want to sleep with someone who knows they don’t want me forever? It’s not as though I’ve saved myself for marriage or anything, but that’s so cold.
“I’m a Dominant, Brynn. And starting now, I’m your Dominant. As long as it’s a mutually beneficial arrangement, you’re going to submit to me at all times because it makes you so hot you can’t help yourself. Don’t fall in love with me. That will ruin everything. We’re going to scratch each other’s itch. Nothing more. It’s a bonus added to the original arrangement. When we go out, you’ll be on my arm, playing the role of my serious girlfriend. Someone I’m madly in love with and can’t live without. Can you do that and keep it separate from the fact that you will always be submitting to me both in my home and outside?”
I swallow. Do I have a choice? This is an opportunity on so many levels. I had no idea I was submissive until an hour ago. Now, I want to explore that side of me. “Yes, Sir.”
He smiles. “Good girl. Now, how about that reward?”
“What is it, Sir?”
He takes my hand and helps me to my feet. “You have no idea how hard I get every time you call me Sir. Do you think you can address me as Sir or Mr. Bennett at home? Can you compartmentalize and call me Asher when we’re in public?”
I have no idea. “I’ll try, Sir.”
“Good girl. Take those panties off.”
I flinch. “Now?”
He lifts his brows and says nothing.
I step back, hook my fingers in the elastic, and lower them down my legs.
I’m horrified when he holds out a hand.
I give them to him, trying not to whimper.
He brings the soaked cotton to his face and inhales my scent.
My legs go weak again. Holy shit .
“Such a naughty girl getting all hot and bothered in front of the stylists.”
I flush deeper. He’s right. That’s what I’ve been thinking the entire time.
He stands and steps to the side before pointing at the armchair he vacated. “Sit.”
I’m confused again, but I do as I’m told, sitting awkwardly on the edge of the chair, my legs pinched together, hoping I don’t leave a mark on the material. The damn chair probably cost five thousand dollars.
“Scoot back, Brynn. Spread your legs wide and drape your knees over the arms so I can see your pretty pussy.”
I hesitate. Can I do this? It’s so dirty.
He lifts a brow. “Every time you hesitate when I give you an order, I will add it to my mental tally. At the end of the day, I’m going to spank your naughty bottom for each hesitation. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Sir.” I’m shaking as I lift my legs and spread them obscenely, showing him everything.
He squats down in front of me. “Lovely. How many men have seen this pretty pussy, Brynn?”
“None,” I whisper.
“You have no idea how much that pleases me. Spread your knees farther, baby.”
I do as I’m told, setting my hands on my thighs.
“Good girl.” He inhales slowly. “You smell so fucking amazing. I want to eat that pussy so badly.”
I want him to do the same thing even though I’m embarrassed.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Brynn?”
“I imagine so, Sir.”
“Slide your hands down and open your folds.”
My ears are ringing as I obey him. It’s so easy. Like breathing, which I’m not doing so well right now. It’s easier to obey him. He has a spell on me.
“So pretty. Tell me what’s been inside that tight cunt, Brynn.”
My breath hitches at his crude words. “Uh, tampons…”
He lifts his gaze. “And? If I catch you lying to me, I will spank your bottom so hard you won’t be able to sit for the rest of the day. I suggest you always stick to the truth.”
I lick my very dry lips. “My fingers…” My voice drops to a low whisper as I say, “My vibrator and…a bullet.”
He grins. “You have toys?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Can you get yourself off without them?”
“Not usually, Sir.” Probably right now .
“Did you bring the vibrator and the bullet to my home, Brynn?”
I nod and then add, “Yes, Sir,” before he can reprimand me.
“You will give them to me. You won’t be permitted to masturbate without permission.”
I gasp. Can he really control my orgasms?
He lifts that serious brow again. “I mean it, Brynn. Keep your fingers away from my pussy. For as long as you’re mine, your pussy is also mine. I’ll decide when you get to come. You will not do so without permission. Understood?”
I’m trembling. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Now, let’s see what you can do with your fingers. I know you desperately need an orgasm. You may only have one if you can do it to yourself while I watch.”
I can’t breathe. Can I do that? Finger myself to orgasm while he watches? I’m certainly going to try because I’m so aroused I might expire without release.
Mr. Bennett pulls a footstool up and sits about a foot from my dripping sex, waiting.
I can’t believe I’m going to finger myself in front of this man, but I can’t say no to him. It’s impossible. So, I slide my fingers to my pussy, drag two of them through my wet folds, and circle my clit.
“That’s a good girl. Keep going. Show me how you like to be touched.”
Is he taking notes so he can touch me like this later?
“Do you like nipple play, Brynn?” he asks softly.
I don’t even know. “I’m not sure, Sir.”
He smiles. “Bring one hand to your breast, baby. Try it. Pinch your little nipple for me.”
My breath hitches as I follow his order, plucking my swollen bud while I swirl my fingers around my clit. I start panting. I’m so turned on. I’ve never been this aroused. I’m going to come from just my fingers, and I’m going to do it so fast that I’ll embarrass myself.
“Don’t slow down, Brynn. I see you hesitating. Don’t think, just feel. I’m going to give you two minutes to reach your orgasm, and then I’m going to cut you off and leave you hanging.”
I gasp, but his words push me even closer to the edge. I know he’s not bluffing. I doubt this man ever bluffs. He will cut me off, and I’ll probably have an emotional breakdown in front of him.
I need this release so badly, so I double my efforts, thrusting two fingers into my channel as far as I can reach before resuming my attention to my clit. I pinch the swollen nub, release it, and then flick it rapidly with my middle finger .
Throwing my head back, I close my eyes and go into my head. I usually need to visualize a sexy scene from a book to come. But the reality unfolding around me is much hotter than anything I’ve ever read, so I imagine myself sitting spread open on this armchair while Mr. Bennett orders me to come.
It’s so hot that I’m right there seconds later. Right on the edge. I push my fingers flat against my clit and hold them there while the pulses of my release cause me to lift my hips off the chair. My entire body stiffens as I moan so loudly that I startle myself.
My face heats for the millionth time as I finally lower my ass to the seat. I’m so exposed. Vulnerable. Scared out of my mind. This man has the power to destroy me.
Suddenly, I realize he’s scooted closer. He’s sitting so close his knees are touching the seat inches from my pussy. He sets his hands on my inner thighs and holds me open. “So sexy,” he says in a low, gravelly voice. “You have no idea how hard my cock is right now. Look at me.”
I open my eyes even though looking at him is mortifying.
“Bring those fingers to your mouth and suck them clean.”
I gasp. “Sir?”
“You heard me. Do it now. Don’t hesitate when I give you an order.”
My hand shakes as I lift it from my pussy to my lips.
“Open your mouth wide, baby. I want all three fingers in there. I want your mouth stretched around them.”
I whimper as I do as he instructs. My taste is musky and sweet. It’s not bad, but it’s so dirty.
“Good girl. Clean them off. I won’t let you wash them.”
I suck and lick my fingers until my taste is gone from them.
Mr. Bennett stands and pushes the stool back. “We need to have lunch. I’m sure Georgia is waiting for us.”
I’m trembling. Lunch? How could I possibly stand without falling, let alone make my way to the kitchen?
I lift my legs from the arms of the chair and sit taller. I’m so unnerved.
Mr. Bennett’s back is to me. He’s riffling through the row of clothes Prism selected and left behind. Finally, he grabs one of the hangers, pulls the garment off it, and returns to me. “Stand, Brynn,” he orders.
I push off my knees, uncertain my legs will hold me up.
“Arms up.”
I lift my arms above my head, letting him pull the soft material down my body. It’s a white dress. When I glance down, I see it’s held up by spaghetti straps. It’s not one hundred percent silk, but at least half. My nipples are obscenely peaked and obvious beneath the loose front. The full skirt lands mid-thigh.
“Gorgeous. Let’s go eat.” He holds out a hand.
I gulp. “Sir, I need a bra and panties.”
He takes my hand in his, pulls me closer to him, and cups my face with his other hand. “Not in my house, baby. From now on, you will not wear any bras or panties in the house. I’ll allow you to wear my approved selections when you go to class, but when you return to the penthouse, you will change into loose dresses like this one with nothing under them. I want you bare and available always.”
I struggle to breathe. He’s serious. “But, your staff…”
“My staff will not utter a word. If you continue to argue with me, I’ll take you over my knees before we return to the kitchen. Trust me, you’ll be far more embarrassed with your heated pink bottom. I’ll spank the backs of your thighs low enough that everyone will know exactly what happened. And Brynn, you will cry, and then your eyes will be red and puffy.”
My bottom lip trembles. I’m so stunned. He really does intend to spank me. And I know for a fact I will cry. Furthermore, the idea makes my swollen, post-orgasmic pussy flinch. “Yes, Sir.”
He gives a sharp nod, threads his fingers with mine, and leads me out of the closet and the bedroom. I’m wearing nothing but this thin dress. I don’t even have shoes on.