Page 1 of Five Days to Be Mine

1 MARA

DECEMBER 23RD

Eating out makes me uncomfortable.

I always feel like everyone stares at me, silently judging me for eating too much or eating at all.

But this place, Sinful Bites, is more about the experience than the food, and so far, the experience has made me squirm. And it’s not because it’s a restaurant where you can play with your food or play while you have food in a kink-friendly way. No, I’m not squirming in the ‘I’m going to combust because my panties are soaked’ way, but because the antics of my bosses are making me seriously uncomfortable.

Who wants to see their fifty-something-year-old boss naked?

Not me. Even if he isn’t hard on the eyes, it feels kind of ick.

I could have happily continued to work with Kyle Wilson without seeing him sport a leather vest, revealing his chest and in a pair of leathers. He is holding a leash.

On the end of that leash is my other boss and floral designer to the stars, Sabrina Wilson. She’s topless, and her lacy thong doesn’t hide much.

“Come on, Mara, don’t you want to put a cherry on me?” Sabrina asks me from below the glass table.

I know I’m blushing as I shake my head.

“I will!” Matt, my co-worker, picks a cherry from the bowl and places it between Sabrina’s just-the-right-size boobs.

Kyle leans down and takes it between his teeth, then Sabrina kisses him hotly, and I turn away.

I love my bosses.

Meeting them changed my life for the better, but seeing them like this is just too much.

It was luck that I started working with them right after I graduated college, but that was almost a decade ago. The shine has worn off.

They are floral designers known for their elaborate sculptures and displays that grace celebrities’ homes. They have been featured in magazines and are often called upon to be judges for any reality TV show that deals with design. Working for them, looks awfully good on my resume.

But it’s not just the work experience I’ve gained that’s changed my life. They introduced me to the lifestyle.

One night after work, we had gone to celebrate Jenny’s birthday, and Sabrina, having had three more cocktails than she should have, mumbled, “Sorry girls, I have to let my Dom know, and he’s going to be pissed.” I sat there, frozen because this classy woman, who is super confident and successful, didn’t just say, Dom.

As in, her Dom. It’s not because I think people with Doms should look a certain way. I mean, Sabrina is one of those people that floats through life. Like, she doesn’t belong with us mere mortals. So to find out she had a Dom, like something out of a romance book, made my head spin.

Clearly reading the fear on my face, she ordered herself a coffee and explained what Jenny and Matt, the other floral designers on staff, knew: that she and Kyle were in a D/s relationship and had been for years.

That was the first time I saw a crack in Sabrina’s mask like she was terrified of what I’d say now that I knew.

“I don’t want you to quit over this, Sabrina; as you know, it doesn’t affect our work.”

That was true because I would have never guessed.

Sabrina is typically the one who goes out and meets her clients, while Kyle is the one who supervises us in creating their elaborate visions, but he’s right there beside us, getting dirt under his nails, literally.

So when I asked, “Can you teach me about the kink stuff?”

Sabrina hugged me in relief.

Over the next few months, I went with Kyle and Sabrina to munches and a few play parties. I went out with a couple of Doms, but the experiences weren’t great; they left a sour taste in my mouth.

Exactly like this experience is making me feel, tonight.

Maybe kink just isn’t for me.

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