Page 4 of Filthy Commitments
The Dungeon of Decorum was a dream come true for me. I had taken on three different subs at different times. I also dabbled with quite a few of the women in the club, without making them mine. It was easy to let all of them go. Nothing was ever overly emotional, a thing I liked about the entire setup.
With my subs, there were contracts made where all my rules were laid out in detail for them. The women understood what I wanted and complied with everything. I wasn’t into any kinks at that time. Normal sex was all I wanted. Mostly, I wanted control. I wanted a woman who did as I told her to. She kept quiet, did anything I asked of her without so much as an eye roll and laid down for me when I wanted her to. Simple and easy.
After a while, I added in a few things. I found I liked to bind their hands behind their back or over their heads. I liked to cuff them to the bed. And on occasion, I liked to spank them with my hand or a paddle. Nothing overly painful. To me, I’d have to get too into their heads to know what they wanted or needed. I wasn’t a typical Dom. A lot of the men in the club cherished their roles as Dom.
Part of the pleasure they got out of it all was thinking about their sub and what they could do for her. I just wasn’t that into it. I wanted that lifestyle for me, not anyone else. Did that make me selfish? Hell, yes it did. I didn’t care, though. I wasn’t in it to making life-long friends. I had a lot of those already.
When Josh’s wife started naming off the women she knew that I could take to the reunion, I added to my lie. I told Josh I’d gotten married since we last talked. I’ll be taking her to the reunion, he could tell his wife to forget about setting me up anymore. Now I had two functions I needed a wife for during that summer. A few days later, I received an invitation in the mail from my college roommate. He was getting married on the third Saturday in June. I hated going to weddings alone. It was just too depressing and all the bridesmaids hitting on me.
I didn’t enjoy being hit on. I was the hunter, not the prey.
And as I sat on the deck, finishing off my beer, I got a text from my cousin back in New York. She was getting married at the end of August and wanted me to be there. Two weddings, a reunion, and a week-long vacation with my extended family and Hamptons’ royals. What was I to do?
Not one of the subs I’d ever had was the right kind of woman to play that part. They were all a bit on the nasty and sinister side. I needed a good girl. One you’d find next door. But she’d have to be easy for me to get along with for three months. We’d have to live together to make it look real. I’d have to buy rings. A house in New York would be a great prop too, I thought. I could pull that all together in a short time, that was the better question. The only thing I couldn’t figure out was how to get a good girl to become my fake wife sooner than later. I needed a miracle.
The doorbell rang, and I went traipsing through the house to answer it. My neighbor was standing there with a chocolate cake in her hand. “Hey there, handsome.” She was the last person I needed to deal with right now.
“Maggie. What’s with the cake?” I stepped back to let her in and went to the kitchen to grab another beer. Not brothering to get her one, because she most definitely wasn’t staying.
“I made it for you. Isn’t today your birthday, Jett?” That coy voice was enough to drive me completely out of my skin.
“Nope.” I opened the beer and took a long drink. Maggie always came up with some excuse to come over to my house. This one was probably the most clever of excuses.
She placed the cake on the dining room table and put her hand on her round hip as she threw her stringy black hair behind her shoulder. “Oh, my bad.” Her finger touched her lower lip as she made a vain attempt at looking sexy. “Well, you can have the cake, anyway. Got an extra beer in there, Jett?”
“Nope.” I tossed the bottle into the trash and went back out on the deck. “Thanks for the cake. You know your way out.”
She followed behind me, “I didn’t see any take-out boxes in your trash. Have you eaten dinner yet?” She seemed dense not taking notice of my very obvious lack of interest in talking to her.
“I have not. I may call in.” Pulling my shades off my head, putting them on and looking out at the ocean, instead of at her.
Maggie annoyed me. She always had. It was just that she was so damn obvious. She wanted me. And that, in itself, was a turn off.
I knew to what lengths women would go when they wanted me. I wasn’t about to get trapped by any of these manipulative bitches. That’s why I liked the whole system of the Dom/sub relationship. If I said to take birth control, they did. If I said don’t get your ass pregnant, they obeyed me. Maggie and other women like her couldn’t be trusted.
When Maggie walked up to lean on the railing of the deck, she leaned way over as if she was looking at how high up she was. She was showing me her ass. Her large ass that was shoved in really short shorts. Funny how it didn’t tempt me at all. Not one little bit.
“I could make dinner for you. I make a mean spaghetti.” She turned around slow and easy, flaunting her plump breasts. Again, it gave me no rise. She just wasn’t the package I wanted.
“If I told you that you were wasting your time on me, would that stop this torture?” I took another drink and looked past her, instead of at her.
“Torture? You think a woman offering you cake and dinner is torture?”
“You’re offering me more than that.” I pulled my shades down to look over them at her. “If I told you to go to my bedroom. Put on the blindfold that’s in the left-hand nightstand drawer. Get naked and on your knees and wait for me, what would your answer be?”
“Which door goes to your bedroom?” She smiled, sinisterly.
“And that is why I don’t want you. You’re too damn easy, Maggie.”
“I’m not into games.” She took a few steps, shaking her ass as she went.
“You are into games. I’m not. I’m into straightforward sex with no strings.”
“I can do that.” She blew a kiss at me.
I took another drink. She was already boring me. “You’re not the right one, Maggie. You don’t have what I need. I need a good girl.”
“I can be your good girl, Jett. Try me.”
