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“
No,
it's fine, and I'm flattered you would say I'm beautiful. What about
you though? No girlfriend?”

“
No.”
Colton rubbed the back of his neck, obviously still embarrassed about
gushing.

“
I
don't know you very well yet, but you seem like a nice guy. I'm sure
it won't be long before you find someone.”

Even though I
couldn't have him, the idea of letting the chance slip by made me
kind of sad. He was a cute guy, around my age, who wanted an actual
relationship. What more could I ask for? And yet, I loved Damien. Our
relationship was strange, but I felt like I had worked hard to get
him, and I wasn't just going to give him up on a lusty whim, no
matter how bad my loins were aching for this other boy . . . which
was pretty damn bad. My body was all alight with desire and
confusion.

“
We
should get to know each other better,” Colton suggested,
breaking me away from my thoughts. “Just because you have a
boyfriend doesn't mean we can't be friends.”

No, it doesn't,
but it's dangerous, and I doubt Damien will like the idea. Or will he
even care?
I wasn't sure anymore.

It wasn't long after
that I took my leave. To be honest, I couldn't get away from Colton
fast enough. There was something about him that set off dark desires
I hadn't felt in a long time, not since first meeting Damien Reed.

That night was one
of the hardest not to masturbate since Damien first imposed the rule
on me. My body was in a pleasure frenzy, and Colton Caldwell was the
target. No matter how much I swore I wouldn't think about him, he
kept coming back to my mind. His dark hair, his charming smile, the
way he looked at me. It was different than how Damien looked at
me—different than he had ever looked at me. Even in the
beginning, Damien's eyes were cool and powerful, never betraying
emotion. They were still like that most of the time. Where as,
Colton's eyes were warm and hid nothing. I sighed, trying not to
think about them as I drifted off to sleep.

The following day,
Colton asked if I wanted to hang out with him again after school. To
be honest, I had thought that telling him about Damien would have
warded him off. That didn't seem to be the case though. Against my
better judgment, I agreed. Not just that afternoon, but the one that
followed, and the one that followed that one. We spent our time doing
homework together and watching movies and playing video games and
joking and flirting. Nothing went beyond friendship, but I certainly
felt a closeness to him that amplified what I felt was missing from
my relationship with Damien. By the end of the week, the only
afternoon Colton and I hadn't spent together was Thursday.

I had never been
more conflicted when I stood in front of Damien Reed's mansion on
Saturday. For some reason, I felt incredibly guilty, like I had been
cheating on him with Colton, even though I really hadn't. How would
he react to me picking up a new male friend? Should I even tell him?
Throughout the week, I sent Damien text messages to let him about the
deviation from my schedule, though I only mentioned I had gone out
with a friend, not who that friend was. He never asked, so I didn't
feel it was important information to disclose.

Damien opened the
door with the same deadpan expression, looking delicious as usual in
jeans and a T-shirt. Obediently, I followed him back to the classroom
as he asked me how my first week of school had gone. There was
nothing remarkable about it except for Colton Caldwell, who I made
sure to leave out of the conversation.

Tonight's kink
session involved Damien fastening a heavy chain dog lead to my
training collar. I laid back on the bed, naked and with my legs
spread as he flossed the chain between my pussy lips. The coldness of
it made me want to squirm, but there was certainly pleasure whenever
the links bumped across my engorged clit. Damien skillfully worked
the chain back and forth, watching my facial expression, listening to
my breathing, totally in tune with my body. It was getting to the
point where I rarely needed to tell him I was about to come; he just
knew. That's when the game of give and take came into play. Sometimes
I felt like he was a sadist because of his love of orgasm denial.

Eventually, he
allowed me to plummet over the edge of sweet sexual oblivion. I
panted while the contractions rolled through me, staring up into his
eyes, trying to find some emotion there—any emotion there. Was
he becoming bored with me? Did he even enjoy pleasuring me anymore?

Why are you worrying
about this? Nothing has changed. Damien has always acted this way.
It's you who are being different.

When my orgasm had
subsided, Damien rose from the bed to take a seat in his usual chair,
signaling that our play session was over. There would be no sex that
night, which kind of disappointed me. Never did I feel closer to
Damien than when he was inside of me. And I so desperately needed to
feel close to him.

“
You've
been spending a lot of time with Tanya this week,” he commented
as he watched me dress. “Did she finally break up with that guy
you don't like?”

My heart froze in my
chest, and I hesitated a bit, surprised by the question. Did he
actually care, or was he just trying to make idle conversation?

“
No,
Sir. Tanya and Vinny are still together,” I replied.

“
She
must just miss you then.”

If I agreed with
him, then I would be lying. Would a grunt be an appropriate response?
It's not a yes or a no, more like an acknowledgment that he said
something.

“
I
haven't been hanging out with Tanya,” I admitted with a sigh,
praying I wouldn't earn a punishment.

“
You
haven't?” he sounded genuinely surprised, but not the least bit
suspicious. “Who have you been hanging out with then?”

“
This
guy I met in my Music Appreciation class. We've been studying
together after school.”

He furrowed his
brow, and I didn't know whether to be scared or happy. It was the
first hint of jealousy I had ever seen from Damien.

“
You
study together.” The words were cool discontent. “Where
do you study at?”

I wanted to cower,
but I maintained my composure. “At his apartment.”

“
Hm.”
Damien thought for a moment. “Why didn't you tell me about this
boy earlier?”

“
We're
just friends, so I didn't think it was a big deal.” I shrugged.

“
Did
you know him before this semester?”

“
No.”

“
I
don't want you going to his apartment anymore. And I don't want him
over at your place either. If you're to study together, then I'd
prefer you do it at the college.”

Even though part of
me had wanted to hear those words, anger flooded me at the
restriction. The way he had said it made him sound more like a father
than a lover.

“
Why
can't we hang out together?” I asked.

“
Because
you were deceptive by withholding information from me, and this is
your punishment.”

The answer shocked
me. Not what I had been expecting at all. Not what I had been hoping
for at all. Instead of saying what I wanted to hear, that he was
jealous and afraid of losing me, he had twisted this into a
punishment. Maybe he wasn't jealous after all, just upset I had been
sneaky. It was a disheartening thought, and I wanted to challenge it,
but before I had the chance, Damien spoke again.

“
Tomorrow
afternoon I'm going to be throwing a small house party. It's not
going to be a play party, but you will be expected to serve and
entertain my guests.”

Play party. I tried
to recall the word. From what I remembered, it was a party that
involved a lot of different people and scenes. Damien had told me we
would attend one eventually. I was glad it wasn't happening yet.
While I was slowly becoming more comfortable with the lifestyle, I
wasn't sure if I was ready to participate in something that intense.

“
Are
the same people from the munch going to be there?” I inquired

“
Yes,
and probably a few people you haven't met yet. I figured it was a
good time to step your exposure to the lifestyle up a notch.”

“
And
you want me to serve and entertain?” If he wanted to step it up
a notch, I would have rather done it at someone else's house. By the
way that Damien made it sound, I would be the center of attention.

“
Yes.”

“
What
do you mean by serve and entertain?”

“
I'll
give you a run-through tomorrow. I want you here promptly at four
o'clock, bathed and shaved. The guests won't arrive until six, but
there is a lot of setup to attend to, and I'd really like to get you
in the right mindset before everything gets underway. I want you at
the top of your game. This party is as much about showing you off as
it is about socializing.”

His words sent a
proud blush to my cheeks. If Damien was asking this of me, then it
meant he thought I was ready for it. That filled me with confidence.
Maybe I was doing a better job as a submissive than I had thought.

“
Are
you ready to go over your vocabulary words?” he asked.

I nodded, taking the
Teach position on the bed, even though it was completely unnecessary.

“
Your
first term is golden showers.”

Something you'll
never do to me. A strict hard limit.
“
A
golden shower is when urine is used for pleasure. The term
specifically describes being peed on or peeing on someone else for
humiliation or pleasure.”

“
Very
good. Your next term is handkerchief codes.”

“
Handkerchief
codes are used at play parties and other BDSM events where you might
not know everyone around. Handkerchiefs of various colors are worn to
silently signify what you're into.”

“
You're
thinking of handkerchief codes as they apply to gay leather clubs.”
Damien smirked. “Handkerchief codes are far less extravagant at
BDSM events. You can wear a handkerchief of any color of your
choosing. Wearing the handkerchief on the left side of your body
indicates you're a top. Wearing it on the right side of the body
means you're a bottom.”

“
Punishment?”
I flinched away from the word.

“
Yes,
punishment, but not until we're done. Your last word is harem.”

“
A
harem is when one Dom has multiple submissives.”

“
Multiple
submissives serving one or more Doms,” he corrected me.

Damn, a half-right.
Why was I so bad about getting those?

Damien continued
with a sigh, “You've earned fifteen minutes of punishment for
not studying. I would add onto it for your continued insistence not
to call me Sir, but we both know how effective that would be. I'm
really not sure what I can do to make you say it all the time, at
this point.”

“
You
could just be satisfied that I say it some of the time, Sir,” I
suggested, though I knew it probably sounded smart.

Thankfully, Damien
just grinned at me. “I suppose. It's better than nothing.

“
For
tonight's punishment, I want you to stand on one leg for fifteen
minutes. Any time you lose your balance and have to set a foot down,
the count starts over.”

I groaned internally
but nodded before standing to begin my punishment. By the grace of
God, my balance was superb, and I made it the entire fifteen minutes
without falling over, though the foot I had been standing on felt
half-crippled by the time I was able to take my weight off of it.

With my punishment
complete, I thanked Damien, recited why I had been punished, turned
in my journal and definitions from the previous week, received my new
set of vocabulary words, and headed home. The entire drive was
consumed with so many thoughts, mostly about the party. What exactly
would he expect me to do? Would the blonde woman be there? I supposed
I'd have to wait until the following day for the answers to those
questions.