Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Thirty-Four Days Later
When I hear the knock at the door, I feel like I’ll collapse. I manage to walk to it, though, and I manage to open it. I see him and say softly, “Can I… am I still allowed to call you Master?”
He stands there like some sort of dark and terrible god in his leather cut and tee shirt and… Damn it, I want him to ravage me, to destroy me. “I will never take that right from you, baby girl,” he says.
I feel like I’m going to cry.
And I do.
“Why did you make me leave?” I wail. “Why did you… Make me go to college? Why couldn’t I stay with you? Why did you do that?”
Okay, I weep and ask that same question in about a hundred different ways.
Somewhere along the line, we end up inside and on the couch.
I have my face against his chest as I weep and beg for the answer.
And then, I have my face against his chest as I weep, but no longer beg because I’m well past the point of being able to form words at all.
And then, I have my face against his chest, and I’m not weeping anymore but just whimpering. He asks, “Why didn’t you ever ask me that before, baby girl?”
I whimper as I press my face against him.
“Because I know the answer, Master.” I’ve always known, even though I never brought it into my mind until now.
When we agreed to our dynamic, and when I asked him to be my Master, the deal was that he would hold me accountable to my goals.
One of those goals was a college degree.
I was willing to walk away from that goal. He wasn’t willing to let me.
I pull away from him, kiss his cheek, and stand up.
I pull off my clothes as efficiently as I can and fold them carefully.
When I’m completely naked and my clothes are in a stack, I kneel in front of him, put both hands behind my back, and bow my head slightly.
This is the first time I’ve knelt for him since his return.
“I’m ready for my spanking, Master,” I whisper.
The first spank shocks me with how painful it is. I’d forgotten how this man never holds back. The spanking destroys me. It breaks me entirely, and I spend far more time weeping afterward than I did before.
But when I return to my knees, all of the worry and fear are gone. My Master caresses my cheek and kisses my forehead. Then, we discuss how I’ll be using my degree and make plans together. Everything feels right in my world.
Almost.
It feels perfectly right when we make love that evening.
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I can’t pretend that I’m not nervous as hell as I walk toward the door of the motel room. I mean, I can’t even remember if this man’s name is John Robert or Jim Robert.
JR
There. I’ll call him JR.
Except I won’t. I’m going to call him Edge because that’s the name embroidered on his jacket, right above the snake coiled above the words Death Adders.
We’re not holding hands as we walk to the room. Instead, Edge has a hand on my rear end, holding me there almost possessively as we walk. We’ve known each other for less than an hour but he’s holding my ass like he owns me.
I mean, I guess that’s understandable. We’re walking, after all, from the diner in the parking lot of the motel, and it was in that diner that I saw him, walked up to him, and asked, “Will you have sex with me, please?”
Yeah, just like that. And I used those words. Have sex. As we walk, I keep replaying it in my head and wishing I’d asked him to screw me or to… um… to fuck me. Yeah, I don’t use words like that very often.
All at once, I realize Jim or John…
Sorry.
All at once, I realize Edge is going to have sex with me. I know that sounds like a stupid thing to realize, but it’s been almost disconnected until right now, if that makes any sense. I mean… holy crap! I’m going to have sex with this biker!
Suddenly, it’s like every step takes me closer to my doom, not that I can do anything about it with him holding onto my ass and using my butt cheek like an accelerator pedal.
I remind myself that this is all part of my plan.
I remind myself that I’m no longer a goody two-shoes.
I’m not the girl who gets straight A’s, volunteers with various charities, and treats her boyfriend like a husband, cooking and cleaning for him from day one, and giving him sex but never enjoying sex for myself.
I’m not her anymore!
I broke up with Tommy when he added another major, and I realized he’s just going to stay in school forever.
He’ll do his laundry from now on. I have my degree and I don’t need to sit in the front of the class anymore.
Maybe I’ll do some volunteering but, damn it, I don’t feel like being a good girl anymore!
Yesterday, I walked across the stage in my cap and gown and got my bachelor’s degree.
Today, I’m walking across the parking lot to have casual sex for the very first time.
What’s tomorrow? Rob a bank?
Damn, though, it feels really good that his hand is on my ass.
I guess that makes me silly, but I can’t help that it turns me on.
I love the possessiveness. I mean… It’s so different from things we're with Tom. Tom just assumed I was going to do things for him. Expending enough effort to grab my ass and direct me just wouldn’t happen.
I stop suddenly and get in front of him. “What’s your first name? John or Jim?”
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