“I love what you do to me,” Carl whispered, allowing the tip of his cock to touch her hot core. He reached down and spread her labia apart. She gasped as he touched her. She was hot as if burning with fever.
“Fuck me, please,” she begged, then added, “Master.”
He held off a few more seconds, thinking his cock might explode in the meantime. Finally, he pushed his hard member into her, hearing her gasp. At the same time, he pressed down with three fingers on her clit. DeeDee came at once, vibrating against him, a moan escaping her lips.
Carl began to thrust in earnest now, knowing he couldn’t hold back long. He loved the way his cock felt inside her, the slickness, the heat, the scent of her. He grabbed her hips and thrust hard, pumping in and out for a few critical seconds before he gasped and felt his release.
DeeDee pushed back against him and Carl knew she was having another orgasm. Sweat poured off their bodies. All of the events of the day culminated in this one base act—an act of love, obedience, trust and perversity. Especially perversity.
Carl never felt so good being bad. So why did it gnaw at him?
Later, when they were both completely satiated and had gotten up again, Carl felt a bit awkward around DeeDee. It surprised him. They’d done nearly every wicked thing two people could do and it had felt great—for a time. Now was he actually feeling some remorse? He wondered if she felt it too.
He was in the kitchen, having showered and dressed, fixing both of them a sandwich. He mulled over his conflicting emotions while DeeDee showered.
He had to admit to himself that he’d been taking advantage of her. Reliving her experiences with her old Master, enjoying the thrill of total control—it brought out the dark side of him. Perhaps it’s in all of us, he mused.
But now he’d begun to feel guilty. He never expected to find someone like her, someone who would do anything to please him, no matter how embarrassing it might be. Sure, he knew she got off on it. That’s just part of who DeeDee is, he told himself.
However, it’s who she was with Evers, not me, he thought. And I’m not Evers.
That was it. That’s why his conscience bothered him. He wasn’t being honest; he was just using her. That’s not me. I’m a nice guy. Aren’t I?
Carl wasn’t sure he even knew the real DeeDee. The one he’d rescued, the smart, pretty girl. She’d gotten lost somehow after he had discovered DeeDee the Slut.
Right then, he decided to back off the reminiscing for a while. When DeeDee came out of the shower, naked except for a towel wrapped around her head, Carl told her he didn’t want her to use that “Naughty Girl” name for a while.
“Really?” she said, her eyes wide. She seemed confused.
“I know Evers called you Naughty Slut. And while I’ve thoroughly enjoyed revisiting that time, I feel like I’m trying to be somebody I’m not.”
She gazed at him and for a moment, he thought she might cover up her nakedness, like Eve in the Garden of Eden. Innocence lost. Then she nodded, ever so slightly.
“I think you are a smart, beautiful, attentive and caring woman. A woman I’m lucky to have gotten to know,” he continued. “At the same time, I think your experiences with Evers changed your perception of what a man should be in your life. We’re not supposed to be your masters! I mean it’s nice and all…” Carl trailed off, feeling foolish. How could he tell her that she was too easily exploited? That it might be dangerous in the wrong hands?
“Look, I just want to get to know the ‘other’ DeeDee. You know, the girl who reads poetry and literature, who dimples when she smiles, who trusted me when she hardly knew me—in other words, the woman I had expected to meet on our first real date together. Before I let my curiosity about your lack of underwear lead me into this fascinating and lurid tale about your submissive life with Stephen.”
DeeDee stared at him for a long minute then reached out and placed a soft hand on his cheek. He immediately covered it with his hand then drew it toward his mouth and kissed it.
“I think,” she started then stopped. “I think that would be…nice.”
Carl felt he had disappointed her somehow. He wondered, not for the first time, if there was another woman behind the submissive slave she’d been for so many years. Maybe she didn’t know how to relate to men otherwise? It would certainly explain how she could get mixed up with a creep like Frank.
“This doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun,” he said lamely. “I mean, we can still play some games, you know, later on.”
She took his hand to her lips and kissed it. “You’re not trying to break up with me, are you?”
“No! Not at all!” He hoped she didn’t think he was losing interest in her. “It’s just that I want to separate me from your memories of Evers, that’s all.”
She leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips. “I think I’ll go get dressed then,” she said, and was gone.
Chapter Eleven
DeeDee spent the night with him. He awoke with her nibbling at his morning hard-on, teasing him, enticing him.
“Oh, honey,” he said, pulling her back up to him, kissing her gently. “Let me wake up, huh? I should also take a leak and brush my teeth.”
She nodded. “Sorry, Ma—I mean, Carl. My master used to like me to wake him with my mouth every morning when I stayed over.”
Carl sat up. Okay, that was just a little too creepy. It was time to get old man Evers out of my bed once and for all.
“That’s nice, DeeDee,” he said, emphasizing her name. “But I’m not your old master. You don’t have to do that for me.”
She seemed to shake herself slightly. “You’re right. I’m sorry. It’s just that you remind me of him. Well, younger, of course. When I woke up, I kinda slipped back into my old ways.”
“Perfectly understandable,” he said. “And you don’t have to apologize. But now I want you to get to know Carl Harman, the designer of cartoon characters and a struggling writer. Of course your story fascinated me. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Now I just want to put down the book for awhile and hang out with my girlfriend. Do you understand?”
A sly smile crept to her lips. “Yes. As long as you continue to fuck me like you did yesterday. I thought I’d explode. You may have short-circuited my wires somewhere.”
He hugged her. “Oh, that’ll be the day. But no worries—if you ever find the sex gets dull, you can just go back to calling me Master.”
She touched his face. “Coffee?”
“You bet. I’m going to jump in the shower.”
When he came out, his hair still damp, wearing boxer shorts, Carl found DeeDee, dressed in his robe, cooking up French toast. He came up behind her and pulled her to him by her hips. She giggled and rubbed her ass against him.
“Careful, you’ll make me burn breakfast.” She turned and gave him a peck on the cheek. He kissed her back, then untied her sash and reached in. She was naked underneath. He slipped his hands around her waist and pulled her tight. He let one hand slip down to her slit, where it came away wet and smelling of sex.
She pushed him away. “Whoa, big boy. You’ll get all you want later. Right now, there’s coffee ready and toast to flip.” He let her go and she turned around, not bothering to close the robe. Carl poured himself a cup and sat down.
“So tell me,” he asked. “How is it that a macho guy like Frank never uncovered your deep dark secret?”
She turned briefly to give him a baleful eye. “Frank? You seem worried about Frank a lot.”
“Do I? Well, let’s just call it writer’s curiosity.”
She shrugged. “He never asked.”
“Would you have told him if he had?”
“I think so. Master had conditioned me to tell the truth. But Frank was far too wrapped up in himself to ask about my past. And I’m glad he didn’t.”