Page 8 of Wickedly Played
Stallion14 nods his head. “Yes, Mistress. I’m always a good pet for you.”
“That’s a good boy. Did you touch yourself without my permission?”
That is one of the things he likes. He loves it when I deny him his orgasms, as he said the orgasms are much stronger this way when I do let him come. Plus, Stallion14 is an investment banker, or something, where he is in control all the time. Stallion14 loves to hand it over to me- his control, that is.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Show me your cock. Take it out. Stroke it twice and then wait for my instructions.”
My client does as I requested, pulling out his engorged dick. I watch his hand shuttle over his shaft twice with his lips parted in a slight sigh.
“Make sure you thank me for allowing you to touch yourself.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
After my two sessions with my two guys, I begin to pack my bag for tonight. This particular Saturday is one of my favorites, and was actually my old bodyguards’ favorite, too. We have a warehouse where everyone can meet. Tonight is a Shibari workshop, where I'll be the presenter and demonstrator.
I’m packing a couple of my corsets, a robe, my signature Christian Louboutin high heels, and then adding my travel makeup bag to my rolling suitcase. I pull out one of my drawers to grab a couple of pairs of underwear, and then a box of condoms, just in case. I’m throwing them into my bag when one of the alarms starts to go off in my house.
“What the fuck?” I hiss to myself.
A few weeks ago, the alarm system in my house started acting up, going off at random times of the day and night. It would wake me up all the time and cause issues with my videos since they were so loud. Jim had called the alarm company, which came over to fix it, but I don’t know how much they fixed since they spent most of their time watching me.
Squeezing my fists and looking at the ceiling, I take a deep breath. This has been a difficult few weeks without my guards. I miss the camaraderie of having someone here with me.
I know that the people I work with and those I am contracted to work with will develop feelings for me because of what we are doing together. That transference of emotions and feelings of elation is not uncommon. However, these are not true feelings. It's been a long time since I last dated someone without a contract.
Damn, I can’t remember the last time I had sex with someone without it being for show.
I get off during the sex I do have, even with an audience. That’s not the problem. Perhaps I'm just missing the connection I have with my partner. It has been too long since I have been connected with someone on that level. Well, besides Stella.
The last time I had a semblance of a relationship, it didn’t just end. It crashed and burned.
Damn. I must really be exhausted.
I’m not in the mood to deal with the alarm's malfunctioning. The alarms are loud, echoing through the whole house. After pocketing my phone and grabbing my small pistol, I keep in my room, I’m walking out of my room.
Once I’m at the bottom of the stairs, I see my front door is kicked open. “What the actual fuck?” I yell. I cock my pistol while turning around to see a note on the staircase.
Chapter Three
STALKER
I couldn’t believe what I saw. My Serena shuttled a little pink vibrator in and out of her pussy and then faked an orgasm for those men. They think they own a piece of her, but they don’t. Serena is only friendly to them because she gets paid to be nice.
I tried to make an appointment for today. I tried to schedule several Saturdays in a row. I don’t have $500 to spend on the hour to have her on camera to tell me what to do. Instead, I attend her parties, dances, and demonstrations in hopes of seeing her.
Every time she saunters on stage, I have to relieve myself. Just a quick grab and a squeeze, I’m not trying to be too obvious.
I’m pissed as fuck that she is cheating on me with all of these people. I think the girls she sleeps with, and the guys are the hardest ones for me to watch. Especially when it's Serena and Stella, their chemistry is incredibly intense.
Her address isn’t as well hidden as she probably thinks it is. I was able to find it after researching for an hour. She lives in the next city to me.
With the cameras I have placed in her home, I know what she’s about to do before she does it. Serena is mine.
Those other men don’t know her like I do. They think they can possess her. Serena is meant to be kept by me.
I knew what I had to do. I knew I had to write her a note to let her know I’m watching her. The quicker she sees reason, the better off this will be for her.
