The Interview

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An Erotic Story By

Kayden McLeod Copyright © 2011 Kayden McLeod

Master of Subservience – The Interview Chapter One Bethany Bethany sat across from the most beautiful creature she'd ever met, though they had yet to say much to one another. Madam Clairette, a polished woman, regarded her interviewee while she spoke on the phone. Two gorgeous men stood at the Mistress' back on either side. Bethany fidgeted in her seat. She wished for water, her mouth dry. The weight of the stare upon her made her nervous. When Bethany lifted her gaze from Madam Clairette, the men snapped to attention. Their focus returned across the room. "Yes, I will need the menu plated. And please have the linens delivered to the house ahead of time, so my staff can arrange them prior to your arrival." Madam Clairette wrote down short notes as she spoke, her poise evident in the straight line of her back, parallel to the chair. Indeed a woman of good breeding. "The dinner party will commence tomorrow evening at six-p.m. sharp." A pause. "Yes, of course. The kitchen will be at your disposal." The opulence around Bethany made her edgy. Her middle class upbringing made her feel like she didn't belong. Her hands shook in her

lap, and she gripped her knee. Bethany had never been great with interviews of a normal variety—let alone something of this caliber. The click of the phone returning to the cradle rang loud in Bethany's ears, like a gunshot had been fired. Bethany jumped, giving the Mistress her full attention once more. Madam Clairette smiled. "No reason to be so frightened, Bethany." "I'm not…" "Come now, I am well versed in the complexities of new faces and the notions they come up with when considering our establishment. They don't know what to expect from me and mine, so this reaction is quite understandable." "It's strange to be here. From what Daniel told me of your house, it's like I know it from top to bottom. Though, being here is nothing compared to the stories. This place is amazing." The Mistress glowed. "Thank you for your kind words. I am pleased to finally meet you. Daniel has been so excited. He thinks highly of you." "I think highly of him, and his recommendations." Bethany's shaky breath made her words a mere whisper. The man on the right rolled his hard shoulders. Bethany fought to keep her attention on the Mistress and not the erotic window dressing. "You may look at them. They like it." Bethany grinned. Tawny, bronzed skin radiated health, stretched over honed muscle: more than enough to make any female pant. Madam Clairette surveyed her reaction. Her lush lips pulled into a grin. "Do you like them?"

Bethany laughed. Her body relaxed. The anxiety drained from her, leaving a hot, heavy feeling in her abdomen. "How could I not? Exquisite." The Mistress nodded with approval. From that moment on, the process of the interview had begun. "Keegan, my boy, what do you think of our guest?"Madam Clairette maintained eye contact with Bethany, even as she spoke to her man. The blue-eyed gaze of the man on the Mistress's right met Bethany's. "Tempting, Mistress." Madam Clairette chuckled. "A man of few words, but take that as a compliment, Bethany. Should he have chosen not to say anything, we'd all be in trouble." Keegan didn't react, a sure sign of his training. Bethany saw she'd be in good hands if she was chosen to be among the hand-picked of Madam Clairette, just as Daniel promised. "Before we get much farther, I'd like to get to know you. Of course Daniel speaks of you often, but I prefer to get to know my people on a personal level, and not just word of mouth." Madam Clairette leaned forward in her chair, breaking her perfect posture. "I come from a conservative family, probably the opposite of what you'd expect," Bethany said. Madam Clairette entwined her fingers, placing her hands on the desk. "On the contrary. Many of those who come to me have been shunned to some degree for what they crave, unfairly so, I might add. As if our sexual desires define everything we are. Sometimes we are labeled perverts, outcasts, when the only thing that separates us from everyone else is

bravery. Courage to voice what we truly want, instead of keeping it all bottled up, pretending to be just another vanilla. We like our chocolate, in large quantities. You will not find these close-minded individuals under my roof." Bethany sighed. Her shoulders relaxed, and her clenched fingers loosened. Madam Clairette caught her reaction. "Allow me to speculate; your family isn't aware of your extracurricular activities?" "No, Daniel is good enough to pretend around my parents." Bethany studied a painting of a half-naked woman in an embrace with a shadowed man. The Mistress followed her gaze. "This deception of your family makes you feel guilty?" Bethany looked to the floor. "Yes. My boyfriend is so understanding. Always encouraging and supporting me. Here I am, lying to my parents, when he came out of the closet to his own a long time ago. I feel like a hypocrite, forcing him to live my lie." Madam Clairette reached for Bethany's hand. "Do not feel this way. I know Daniel doesn't. Many seek their parents' approval. Perhaps one day, you can tell them. But if you think about it, your sexual life is none of their business, unless you are endangering yourself. And here, no one will ever allow that to happen." "I know. I trust Daniel with my life. He never would've brought me here, if he didn't believe I was safe."

"Very true," the Mistress said. "Tell me more about how you got into this lifestyle." "Wasn't long after I met Daniel, and we started dating, I felt something within him. A darker part of himself he held back from me, and I found I craved what he wouldn't show me. During sex, I began to test the limits. I begged for harder, rougher actions, and found he really liked it, as much as I did." "And at the time, you didn't understand at all, did you?" "No. But this didn't last long. One night, I asked Daniel to tie me up. I needed to be at his mercy. His eagerness was quick, and his natural dominance came out of hiding, like he wasn't aware of letting himself go. The sight of him above me, taking my choices away, by giving me uncompromising orders, flipped a switch inside me. And it still wasn't enough. I realized when he was deep within me, his hands biting into my thighs, I liked…"Even with the people before her, could she be honest? "Pain?" The Mistress echoed her thoughts. After a long pause, Bethany nodded. "Not lots of it, but enough to lend a dangerous edge. I know some people are really into getting hurt, but I'm not quite there yet." "Completely understandable, and within your power to change. When Daniel first came to me, he wanted to learn, and never expected his tastes to broaden as they have. But he always set the limits. It's not right otherwise." Validation centered Bethany. She'd heard so many horror stories of Doms who took control in ways their Subs couldn't handle, resulting in

serious injury—if not death. But the Mistress had the same confidence in her establishment Daniel conveyed to Bethany. She had no doubt she'd continue to grow and expand her horizons, just as her boyfriend before her. Bethany studied the Mistress, wondering about Daniel's life here in the beginning. "He'd mentioned you were the one to break him in." Keegan cracked his stony expression with a smiled. Madam Clairette laughed. "I suppose you could put Daniel's initiation like that—but I had help. Your man has a lot of fight in him, and needed to be properly cultivated before I released him into the world." "What happened with Daniel—" The mistress held up her hand. "Anything Daniel hasn't told you about his early days here is not my story to tell. I value privacy, as do all the men and women under my care. Just as whatever you say to me will be kept within these walls. Keegan and Luke are my trusted advisors and friends, and will keep your secrets." Bethany's embarrassment made her falter. The Mistress' reputation for trust and patience preceded her, and being in her presence elicited a need of aspiration to be like her. "I'm sorry for even thinking of asking. My curiosity got the better of my judgment." "Your curiosity is natural. In this place, where almost everything is bared for the world to see, there are some aspects to all of us that must be kept close at heart. We are a family here first and foremost. We love and protect each other."

Bethany valued this mission statement beyond words. So few people who knew of Bethany's true self. Acceptance among so many would be a real gift. "I have an important question." The Mistress tilted her head to the side, and her face lost some of its warmth. "How are you with jealousy? I know you love Daniel very much, and you understand what his lifestyle entails, but it's still something I need to know." "With Daniel, it's different than it's ever been with anyone. As I grew into my position as a sub, and experimented, Daniel was with me every step of the way. He coddled me, making sure I did exactly as I wanted. He ensured I always knew my own desires were important to him. He's proven himself to me over and over again." Bethany blushed. "I've seen him have sex with men and women, just as he's seen me with men. We share our bodies with others, have fun and release our desires. But there is a part of us no one else can ever touch. At the end of a session Daniel and I fall into bed together, content to sleep in each other's arms." Madam Clairette's eyes glittered. "That, my dear, was the perfect answer—wasn't it, boys?" Bethany caught Keegan's intent gaze. His blue eyes burned with something she couldn't name. "Very much, Mistress."

Chapter Two Daniel had warned Bethany there'd be a test. However, her boyfriend hadn't been specific Sitting in the Mistress' office, Bethany tapped her foot on the plush carpet. She wondered why the Mistress had the men here to bear witness to her analysis. Would they participate in her interview somehow? God, she hoped so. Just the thought of those strong hands on her body…Bethany shook her head. The Mistress had said something she hadn't caught. Pay attention Madam Clairette cleared her throat. "Out of curiosity, when was the last time you had sex?" Bethany's heart took on a furious beat. Her inner thighs grew wet. The last time she'd indulgenced in carnal pleasures, Daniel had bitten his way up the spot where her leg met her hips, teasing her before moving to her core. When had that been? Oh, yes. "A week or so. Daniel cut me off when you told him you wanted to see me." "Oh, now that's just cruel of him! But predictable. He had tough teachers." Madam Clairette leaned back in her chair. "We'll fix that soon enough, won't we, Luke?" The blonde to the Mistress' left nodded.

Madam Clairette continued as if she knew his response. The woman was unnervingly observant of her surroundings. "First, we have a few more aspects to go over. "Not only do I provide an excellent environment for our subs, doms, and guests to pander to their fantasies, I have systems set in place to ensure everyone is kept happy at all times," the Mistress said. "If something, anything, is stricken off the list of what you are willing to do, I can ensure it does not happen." "How can you make this promise?" "Do you think my men are so nicely built just to ride? There will be at least one, if not two at every event, strictly there to monitor everything and enforce my rules. They are knowledgeable in all their charges and these two…" She waved toward the men at her back. "…will guard you until you get into the swing of things. Everyone who enters my house is carefully screened, so we rarely have problems." Madam Clairette reached into a drawer of her desk, and pulled out a beautifully carved wooden box, setting it down between them. "Within is the means of distinction between you and the rest under my employ. My clients know on sight what they are permitted to do to you without having to ask." She slid the lid open and pulled out a thin jeweler's box and handed it to Bethany. The box revealed an antique silver necklace. Metal encased brilliant garnets within an

elegant ivy pattern. The finely detailed design was

expensive, heavy in Bethany's hand.

"It is yours to keep. The garnet symbolizes your submission, and how you'll be identified by the others of this household. Its counterpart has a sapphire set in opulent gold, a representation of their dominance. I am sure you've seen Daniel wear it." "Yes, I have. I wondered why he always wore it, though I never asked." Her attention shifted to the necks of the men behind the mistress, noting Luke wore a masculine version of the red one. Keegan's neck flashed with blue, the setting brilliant gold, and the pattern of harsh points contrasting the softer version of silver ivy. It was a clear distinction. The Mistress' hand dipped into the drawer again, emerged with thirty or so colored bangles. A quick check to the men showed neither wore any. "And these represent something you won't do. For instance, do you take it in the ass?" Keegan chuckled at the blunt question. Bethany prided herself on her lack of reaction. She could be brash when she wished to be. "Yes." "Though you insinuated this before, would you care for more than one man at a time?" "Yes. I have never had more than three, though I'm willing to trying new things," Bethany said. "What about women?" "I've never been with a woman." The Mistress placed a yellow bangle in front of her. Ahh, negotiations. Bethany's breath caught in her throat. Would this harm her chances?

"It doesn't mean..." "When and if you feel the need to change it, you are welcome to do so. No one will tell you differently. Give yourself time to adjust." "Thank you." "Absolutely no thanks needed," Madam Clairette said. "If there is ever a problem, no matter how small, come and tell me. We will discuss and do what we can to solve it. My door is always open to you, for anything at all. I want your time here to be comfortable. Promise me that, will you?" Bethany breathed a sigh of relief. The mistress had spoken as if she'd already been accepted. "I promise. I know I will love it here." "Oh, so do I."

Chapter Three "I want to see your reactions in a situation where you are observed. During your training, much of the time, you will be. Whether it is by your appointed Master or by our guests." Bethany's chest tightened, her inner thighs grew wet. The keenness in Madam Clairette's eyes suggested new territory would be breached. "I'm releasing Keegan and Luke on you to do as they will. You are not under orders to be anything more than just a woman." Bethany shifted in her seat. Her clit swelled as the impact of the statement sunk in. The Mistress would be here the whole time, as her finest touched Bethany, fucked her. And it thrilled Madam Clairette. The mistress became fidgety, same as Bethany would get if she were anxious or eager. Keegan rolled his shoulders, hunger etched on his handsome face. The Dominant in him rose to the surface. At a glance, Bethany knew he wanted her at his mercy. "Impress me, Bethany. I want you at the small gathering tomorrow night. And if you get through the night, we have one of our biggest events of the year this Saturday. You will want to be there." Bethany barely comprehended the Mistress' words, the enormity of what she offered. Transfixed, she watched Keegan mouth, "You are mine." "Without further ado, Bethany, meet your handlers for the duration of your training," Madam Clairette said.

They began to move toward her without hesitation, and she watched them with increasing fascination. In a flash, they were at Bethany's side, with the smooth gaits of sensual predators. Even as a submissive, Luke had an animalistic quality, but it paled in comparison to the savage edge Keegan displayed. Keegan murmured to Luke. On command, Luke moved in front of her, then took her hand and brought her to her feet. Keegan's hand ran down her side, his gaze touching every inch of her body, inspecting her. Bethany glanced at him. "Like what you see?" "Very much. And soon enough you'll know better than to ask questions." Keegan's face stayed impassive. Bethany steeled her spine. Even with her training, she refused to bend to another's will in front of the Dom. Time enough for that sign of submission. "Are you going to dominate me, Keegan? Overpower me with your will, and make me do your bidding?" Bethany dared him. "Feisty," Keegan said. "You'll have your hands full with that one." Madam Clairette swiveled in her chair, and crossed her legs. Her business skirt rode up her thighs, revealing the tops of black stockings. Keegan bared perfect, white teeth in a mock smile, as if he'd enjoy the challenge. "Just like her beloved Daniel." Without warning, Keegan's fingers locked in her hair. Bethany shuddered as his lips crushed hers. His force and fire a small punishment for her impertinence. His body curled around her like a snake.

She became hyperaware of him. What a thrill. She would remember to taunt him in the future. She was thrilled she'd taunted him, if this was the result. Luke stroked her body with feather-like touches. The deep, masculine scents of the two men mingled, drugging her as they mixed with the sensation of the multiple hands on her body. When Keegan moved behind her, Bethany's head tipped back to accommodate him. He released her swollen lips, pressing his stiff cock to her lower back and ass. Luke lowered his head to her neck and bit below her jugular. Bethany turned to jelly in their arms. Keegan reached between Luke and Bethany, delving under her skirt, to touch her soaked panties. His entire body stiffened. A soft moan escaped his lips. "I need to be inside you," Keegan said. "Buried all the way, while I feel your hips buck over me, getting wet as Luke slides into you, so we can both take you at the same time." She shuddered as Luke pressed his cock against her panty-clad entrance and Keegan's hand. Before she comprehended what happened, Luke knelt before her. He tugged down her skirt and panties. Keegan yanked her shirt over her head. Her nipples stiffened at the chill. "What do you want, Sub?" Keegan unhooked her bra, and let it fall. Luke licked his full lips. "Master, please?" Keegan slipped his foot between Bethany's heels, widening her stance. "Yes, you may."

Like a starved man, Luke's slid his tongue over her freshly shaven mound, down her clit, then prodded her. Keegan's thick arm threaded around her waist, and held her tight against his front. The human restraint system made her weak in the knees. "Lick her harder, Slave," Keegan said. "Make our new girl come." And, boy, did Luke put his all into his efforts. She widened her legs to better access. Her ankles jerked to a stop. Her panties were still wrapped around her like a restraint. Luke shredded them and shouldered her thighs apart, allowing her to ride his mouth. How long would this oral torment last? Not long enough. As if he read her mind, Keegan fumbled with his zipper, and shoved his jeans down. She blindly reached for his cock. His member swelled at her touch. "You want me to screw you now, hmm?" He bit her ear. His erotic, rhythmic voice captivated Bethany. Incapable of anything else, she nodded. "Sub, ready her for me. I want to take her from behind." Luke shuddered. His tongue ran farther down and between her cheeks. His fingers found her clit and worked her. Madam Clairette stayed at her desk, but she'd lost her poised elegance. Now, the Mistress was all woman filled with desire. Madam Clairette wanted her new submissive. Her pink tongue darted from between carefully painted lips. She stared past the men, right for Bethany's bare body, as if her men no longer occupied the office. The avid attention was the last push Bethany needed. Her skin felt on fire as the vibrating sensations took over her body like a well-practiced strum to an electric guitar. The resulting pleasure equaled the full sound

exuded from the powerful amp. Warmth spread, and Bethany's vision went fuzzy. The orgasm rocked her nervous system, even stronger for Keegan's ragged growl. She lost control and screamed. "Hey, boss?" Keegan's hoarse words visibly shook the Mistress from her stupor. "I forgot while I was over there..." Madam Clairette shook her head. She dragged her attention from Luke's eager attention, and Bethany's helpless moaning to reach into a drawer. "Yes, of course," she said. The Mistress threw him a box of condoms, and he caught it without missing a beat. Luke held Bethany up as Keegan took out a packet. He unwrapped the condom and formed the thin sheathe around his cock. Even with help, Bethany tottered in heels. She seized Luke's shoulder. Keegan gripped himself, his thick head pressed against Bethany's ass. She didn't know what to expect, but tenderness wasn't it. He gently pushed forward, though the muscles in his arms and shoulders clenched and trembled. Fuck that. In one slick move, she plunged her body down. Keegan's cock stretched her and he growled a string of curses. He stilled while she adjusted to all of him. The pleasure-pain compelled her to moan, a perfect accompaniment to the act. She loved anal-sex. Best for him to understand this now. Keegan's eyelids lowered. His lips parted. She clenched down on him. The resulting groan was music to her ears.

Except, something was missing. Bethany's attention went to Luke. Reaching between her thighs, Bethany touched herself, a silent beckon for the Submissive to join them. "Luke, fuck her," Madam Clairette said. "Like a man should, without constraint of your Master." The kneeling man shuddered, but didn't move. His training wouldn't allow it. "Find out how tight she is. How she feels when she comes around you," Keegan said. Only then did Luke move. His true Master had given the order. He rose from the floor. In a flash, his pants came down his legs. He kicked them off. Keegan fought not to move, as his Submissive positioned himself in front of Bethany. Luke buried himself in her slick folds, in one powerful, delicious thrust. With both of them hilt-deep, Bethany came undone. They started to move. First Keegan. Then Luke. The disjointed tempo never let her settle. She raced toward a cliff, and they kept her at the brink. Bethany's nerve endings hummed a sultry tune. She savored, writhed, whimpered, and then exploded. Her orgasm coated their cocks with her juices. Keegan fisted his hand in Bethany's hair, arching her neck so he could lick and nibble. "To have you at my mercy, my bidding, will be the sweetest treat imaginable," Keegan's breath hitched beautifully, his cock thickening inside of her. He'd come any moment.

Bethany's arm snaked around Keegan's neck for leverage. On her tiptoes, she ground herself on both of them. Luke shuddered, his grip tight, strokes thundering faster. First Keegan came, then Luke. The hot rush boiled through her, simultaneous to her next orgasm. Their bodies stole control from them in jerks and spasms, each movement carrying the momentum. She became boneless in the arms of men little better off than she. When the eternity they took for their breath and heartbeats to slow sought its end, measured clapping caught their attention. Madam Clairette sighed. "Bravo."

Chapter Four "I know you'll do very well here." Madam Clairette's cheeks were flushed. "You show promise few ever do. You have a passion for submission and dominance." Bethany opened her mouth to deny her compliment and assessment, but the Mistress shook her head. "I know you do. I can see and sense it. You wanted to take control from Luke, and he wanted to give it to you." Madam Clairette relaxed in her chair. Bethany's breath caught in her throat. The unreadable expression on the Mistress' face alarmed her "In your training, feel free to indulge." Bethany's breath exploded from her lungs. "I will consider you for this, given you prove skilled at the delicate shift. Few are able to transition from one side of the spectrum to the other, but there is something different in you." "Thank you, Mistress, for this opportunity. I will not fail you." She attempted to slow her heartbeat. The thunder in her chest would not abate. A Dom? Me? What will Daniel think?

And Luke could be a possible "victim" of her education into this fraction of wicked sex. It was enough to haunt her dreams for a lifetime of nights. "I will have your belongings delivered to your personal suite by tomorrow afternoon. Feel free to decorate it as you see fit. As for tonight, you can stay in Daniel's room," Madam Clairette laid her hands on the desk, her long elegant fingers tapped out a rhythm. She scanned the office she mirrored in attitude and style, the picture of modern sophistication. "When your training begins, obey your new Master to the last letter. I expect results, but most of all, I want you to have fun here." "Thank you, Mistress." "You are quite welcome, my dear. Welcome to our world." "I look forward to every minute," Bethany said. She turned to leave, but her Master stopped her. Keegan clasped her hand, and brought her palm to his lips. The scowl he'd worn since her arrival dissolved into boyish charm. "Go to your Daniel, and relax this evening. Strict orders." His grip tightened. "But tomorrow, love, you are mine again. I too can see the dominant spark in your gaze, and I will break it to my liking. If you're good, perhaps you and I will take Luke together." "I would like that." "Master?" Luke's cock pressed against his jeans. Keegan clasped his Sub's shoulder. "Just picture it, Luke. You'd be Bethany's first toy. I'm sure in the beginning she would be a much softer touch than I." He laughed at Luke's expression. One mixed with confusion

and longing. Then he patted Bethany's ass. "Off with you. Your Daniel awaits word of this interview. He's been pacing the hallway since you came in, and I fear he will wear a path in the carpet if you do not emerge soon."

Chapter Five Bethany closed the door behind her. Daniel paced in front of her, so intent he didn't notice her. His hair sprouted in every direction. He'd run his fingers through the strands—a frequent habit of his from Bethany's observations. She smiled. Bethany couldn't help herself. "Why is it taking so long? Bethany is ready for this, I know she is," Daniel said. Mischievousness shot through Bethany. All the times her first Master had teased and tempted her during their relationship came to mind. She could be just as cruel when she wanted. "Perhaps I am, but maybe I'm not." Daniel stopped in his tracks his head swiveled in her direction. His eyes widened. "The Mistress didn't accept you? How could she not? You're perfect!" Bethany fought a giggle. "How do we really know if I'm good enough?" Daniel sputtered as he tried to speak. "You've surpassed what I can teach you, baby. You have a pure, free love of being mastered. You have no fear—perhaps a little edgy on the occasion, but that's only because it's always something you aren't familiar with."

His sincerity touched her. Always had. He never lied, never coddled for the sake of doing so. "You really have faith in me, don't you?" Daniel's face softened as he came closer. His expression showed his adoration and love for her. Even with her quirks, he'd always accepted every facet of her personality. She could say the same about him. "I have every confidence in you, in all things you do, my baby doll." Daniel kissed her forehead. "If you weren't approved to come into the fold after the interview, that's fine. Perhaps Madam Clairette has a critique of why she didn't accept you. We can work on it, if this is still what you want to do." Daniel pulled her into a hug. His hands danced a slow, soothing rhythm upon her back. Bethany pressed her cheek into the thick, strong muscles of his chest. She wrapped her arms around his waist, absorbed the familiar heat of him. "The mistress took me on as the next submissive." Daniel pulled back. "She what?" "You knew she would. I start tomorrow. Keegan will take over watching and teaching me in your stead. But there is one thing I need to tell you…" "What is that?" "Madam Clairette said if I choose to, I can switch roles." "Like what, become a Master?" Daniel frowned. "Why would she do that?" "She noticed I liked it."

"You never told me that." Daniel placed his chin on the top of her head, rubbing it back and forth. "You've never shown any interest in trying to take control with me." Her words came out in a rush. "Never came up. I like being your bitch. But now I have the opportunity to broaden my horizons. Keegan might even give me Luke to play with." Daniel turned that thought over for a minute. "But this doesn't make sense, You were such a natural submissive." She bit her lip. I knew he wouldn't like this. "It's something I want to try." "But you could've experimented with me first. You don't understand— Keegan isn't like me at all, and is on a level I can't even relate to." The Mistress' words came back to Bethany. Hadn't she mentioned Keegan being Daniel's trainer upon his arrival? Was there bad blood there? "Baby, are you worried about me, or is there something else you haven't told me?" Daniel stared at the floor. "Don't get me wrong, Beth. The idea of you being a Dom, especially over another guy excites the hell out of me. I just don't think Keegan is the right choice for a newbie to this house." "So you're not jealous?" "More personal experience with Keegan than anything else." He shuffled his feet. She hugged him. "I don't want to upset you." He held her tight. "I'm not upset—well, I am a little. Tell me something, do you want to be with Keegan?" "Yes, I do."

He sighed. "Alright then, I can accept that. Just be vigilant." "He's that strict?" "You have no clue, but you will." "I love how you try to protect me." "Never will stop, I love you too much." His soft lips met hers. The sweetness of his gentleness melted as soon as it appeared. The pressure of his erection on her thigh made her hot all over again. Daniel picked her up, allowing her legs to wrap around his waist. Her arms went around his neck. Her groin pressed up against his. The exquisite friction made her sex drive kick back into gear, even after being so recently sated. Her first Master always did that to her. Daniel and Bethany didn't have set roles in that moment of pure happiness and relief. They were boyfriend and girlfriend, not master and sex-slave. He slammed her back against the wood paneled wall. The force of it made her body hum. His strength, her softness. It was always like that when they came together. Daniel's tongue pushed between her lips, the kiss a fiery demand. She rocked over his far too clothed cock. Daniel moaned. The sound sent shivers of delight through Bethany. She gripped his short hair, jerking his head to the right, taking a small measure of rule over him for the first time in their relationship. Oh, how good it felt to have this power over him. His hand slipped inside his pocket. Bethany held herself against his stomach, as he pulled

out a condom. Long ago, Daniel had learned to keep one with him at all times around Bethany. With them, sex could happen any time, any place. He opened the package, working around the awkward position and slipped the object around his throbbing cock. Her body accepted him, all slick heat as she wrapped around his throbbing erection. Bethany cried out, uncaring who heard her. Daniel's head lifted from hers. His hands splayed on either side of Bethany's head, and his cock pistoned inside of her. She used the wall as a support to meet every thrust. The hallway turned to a hazy scene of seduction. Her channel milked him, and he swelled for her. The friction threw her into another orgasm. Her head banged against the wall as she screamed. Daniel fucked her harder, pushed the limits of her climax until she burst apart. Daniel sagged as his cock released inside of her, and the floor moved closer with every shaky breath. Movement roused Bethany enough to see Luke standing there. "I'm surprised." Luke leaned against the wall, his demeanor different from the interview. The Sub was gone, and the man remained. A feral one at that. And Bethany liked it. "By what?" Bethany tried to catch her breath. "That Keegan and I didn't tire you out. You're still ready for more." Daniel chuckled. "Bethany has more stamina than both of us put together."

Luke's brow rose. "I look forward to learning this facet of your personality." "As do I," Bethany said. Luke's expression heated with desire. "Keegan says he will give me to you." "Is that a problem?" His gaze touched every part of her body still wrapped around Daniel. "Not at all. I look forward to it. But let me ask you something." "What?" "Will you allow the Submissive to take control from you? I know you will for a competent, experienced Master, but what of me?" The way Luke asked this, suggested he'd requested this before, and been told no. By the look of him, he fully expected Bethany to do the same. Bethany frowned. A shame, if she'd been granted something, while his request denied. It wasn't fair. But she could fix that, couldn't she? "Most definitely." "You promise? And know that I will hold you to it." Luke's grin stretched across his handsome face. Bethany figured if he were alone, he'd be doing a little dance. Enthusiasm radiated from him. His eagerness was addictive. Bethany would enjoy any switch he wanted to make. "It's a promise, and do hold me to it all you like." Luke blinked. The surprise he tried to hide pleased her. Bethany felt good about the prospect of giving this man something he wanted. "Please, can I watch?" Daniel said.

"Of course, if that's okay with Luke." Bethany kissed the tip of Daniel's nose. Luke grinned. Bethany sighed. Today was a revelation in so many ways. Tomorrow would bring a new way of life, new experiences and friends to make.

The End

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