"You don't have to date him. Just fuck him. I totally would. Have you looked at the man?" Jennifer fanned herself exaggeratedly with her hand.
"Yeah, I don't really do that either. It never works out like that." I didn't do casual sex because that was how my lonely addiction became a whole other addiction that was much scarier and could be incredibly dangerous. At least, that's how it'd been last time. That's what had made it spin out of control to the point that I couldn't handle it. I didn't care to control it, didn't care if I got hurt. That had been what made me go to rehab, because it’d gotten so bad.
No, it was best I stay by myself. I would rather be celibate than drag some man in off the street to fuck again. If Master wanted to fuck me, he could at any point. He was the only man I wanted to take that step because I knew he'd be the one to help me not lose myself again. My control was his. Each time we were together, I gave him more and more of myself. The more I gave, the better our time seemed to get. He knew what I needed and how to give it to me.
Chapter 14
John
Every time she signed into the online chat, I made sure it was automatically sent to me. I didn't want anyone else talking to her about her private thoughts. They were mine to know and a way for me to help her without her knowing. If it gave me the chance to keep her near me at the same time, then so be it. I wasn't lying to her, I was just making sure she was hearing what she needed to in order to keep her coming to the club.
I'd known about the wedding taking place in the hotel because I had been invited to it. Two of my clients were the couple, in fact, so I had every right to be there. Of course I would use the excuse to catch a few extra glimpses of Alix while she worked. Then the stupid little twat that was working with her strutted over and offered to help me get my rocks off instead of working. Only thing more annoying than a slutty woman was one who had no control. I hadn’t given her any indication I was interested, but she still felt bold enough to try to rub her body along mine. Who knew how many other men she’d already done that to or how many she’d slept with? No thanks.
Thankfully, Alix called her back to finish working and I tossed a wink to Alix before heading to the office. My secretary had called out sick yet again, so there was a temp working in her place for the day. I hated having my schedule interrupted and having to teach the woman how to handle things that my normal secretary knew how to do. It was time-consuming and something I paid other people to do so I didn't have to. Thankfully the patients I had for the day were all regulars, so they would know the routine. I just hoped the secretary was back on Monday, since I had a whole slew of new clients coming in and was scheduled too tightly to be doing her job as well.
I had a feeling I was going to have to replace her since she was starting to call out more than she showed up. It was normal. My secretaries only lasted a year or two before getting burned out by the constant demands and unusual hours I insisted upon. Probably wouldn't hurt to put out feelers for a replacement.
The appointments were quick and uneventful. Nothing new came from them, but my patients left walking a bit lighter, having cleared their brains of stress, and at least got a second view on their issues. I didn't particularly care for office patients since they had more standard hang-ups — mommy and daddy issues, cheating spouses and the like. At least the patients I met with at the hotel or in their residences were more challenging and rewarding. Nothing like knowing you helped a couple find completion and orgasm while addressing an issue they had.
Back in my apartment, I quickly showered and changed into my tuxedo for the wedding. I was going dateless. It was much less complicated that way. Tugging on my shirt sleeves, I picked up my phone to text Alix before heading down to the party. After the night before, I felt the need to check on her, make sure she was still doing okay after such a roller-coaster of emotions in such a short time.
How was work, Precious?
Still working. Won't be off for hours yet.
Smiling, I tucked my phone away. She would be downstairs when I got there. It would be dangerous, but it could be a lot of fun to play with her.
The area for the wedding was set up beautifully, but I expected it. The hotel was known for putting together amazing events. After a brief congratulations to the groom, I found a seat towards the back so I could watch everyone in the room. Plus, it'd give me the opportunity to slip away without many people noticing.
Slowly, the entire seating area filled with guests. Still no sign of Alix though. Once the procession started and the wedding party advanced down the aisle, everyone stood and turned to take in the bride. That's when I spotted Alix. She was standing off to the side, glancing over the bride's dress. Unlike most women, she didn't have that glazed-over look in her eye or the look of jealousy. Just before the bride took her first steps down the aisle, Alix leapt forward and fluffed out the bottom of her dress, then scampered back to her spot out of the way.
As soon as the bride had made her way past me and all eyes had moved toward the front of the church, I slipped out around the back — away from the ceremony. I'd talk to them later. I had more important things to take care of. Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I shot a text to Alix then slipped into a dimly-lit room off to the side. Taking off my jacket and keeping my back to the door, I waited for her. The door opened and the click of heels let me know she had arrived.
"Sir? I didn't expect you here." The quiver in her voice showed her nerves.
"Turn around. Put your hands on the door," I said, not turning around.
"B.. but..." she stuttered.
"Now. Don't make me ask again." My voice was gravelly with impatience. I knew we didn't have a lot of time and I didn’t want to waste any of it.
The scuff of her shoes on the ground told me she had turned around as requested. Turning, I ran a hand up the center of her back until I gripped the back of her neck under her hair. Her ass looked incredibly delicious in the skirt she had on. Her hands were up on either side of her head, pressed against the door along with her forehead.
"Good girl." Brushing my scruff-roughened cheek against her neck sent a tremor running through her body and a soft moan from her mouth. "I'd really like to fuck you here, right up against the wall, knowing you are supposed to be out there watching the ceremony. Too bad you would be missed — plus what I have in mind for our first time together would take entirely too much time."
"Our first time? I thought you didn't want to sleep with me." She let out a soft laugh even as my hand slid around the front of her throat, tilting her head to the side.
"What makes you think I don't want to sleep with you?" I wrapped my lips around her ear and bit down roughly before pulling back. Another shiver ran through her as she pressed back against me. My free hand slid down her body, tugging up her skirt until I could slip my hand into her panties. Running my fingers through the wetness waiting for me, I waited for her to answer.
"You've told me you didn't want to sleep with me. I thought you might be gay and just needed a sub to play with until you found a male sub to replace me with." Her words shocked me so much I froze for a moment before shoving two fingers roughly in her at the same time I applied light pressure to her carotid artery. A whimper slipped from her lips.