Living a Lie (Book 0.5 in The Lie Series) (3 page)

I instantly blushed and felt my cheeks
burn. He was the one that took my breath away. He was wearing a
pale red twine suit with a gray flannel shirt accented with a dark
gray tie. A suit I would normally classify as nerdy, but Sir wore
it with a flair that turned it into pure sex appeal. “Thank you,
Sir.”

I didn’t feel stunning at all, more
impoverished. Compared to the other women I passed by in the
restaurant. They were dripping in jewels and wore only the finest
of clothes. I’ve never eaten anywhere so swanky. We ordered, and I
got the feeling that the crew knew who Sir was and they gave him
the respect he deserved. He smiled and waved the waiter away.
“Where were we? Oh yes, how I came to be a Dom. First of all, I
truly believe I was born for the role, but my first experience in
this world was thanks to my brother, Charlie. He is a lot older
than me and opened the first Dungeon when I was still a toddler and
wet at both ends. So he saw it fitting that for my eighteen
birthday, he had me a small party there.”

I gasped at the thought that someone
would think it’s normal to bring an eighteen year old to such a
place. Sir laughed.

“My family is not the normal family.
We have different views on most subjects. My dad met my mom when my
sister brought her home from college.” He smirked. “She was thirty
years my dad’s junior and my sister’s dorm mate. Sex has never been
a subject my family hid from.”

A woman suddenly barged the room. Her
blond hair was pulled loosely into a side braid, a gray streak
interrupted the smooth wave of the curl falling down the side of
her face. I tried not to stare, but she made it impossible. She
wore her confidence like fine diamonds. Her steely blue eyes
targeted my grotesques self, before she turned back, and placed her
hand on Sir’s shoulder. “I didn’t expect you tonight,
Master.”

It didn’t escape me that she called
him Master, not Sir. Master was reserved for his submissive. Sir’s
sharp, harsh voice drew my attention. “It was not for you to know.
This is for pleasure not business.”

I sat up straight in my
seat and blossomed under Sir’s watchful glare.
He said pleasure, not business. Did he mean it? Or was it a
tactic to get rid of Ms. Beautiful, Classy, and Overbearing.
Surely, he wouldn’t pick someone like me over someone like
her.

“Cherry,” he gestured to the slim, fit
blonde, “meet Jenny.” He gestured back to me. “Jenny, my date
Cherry.”

She extended her hand out to shake
mine in a well-practiced, cold move. Her hard, severe
face lit with a sudden interest. “Sir, I didn’t know you
dated?”

I gulped, beaming at the shift in
greeting from Master to Sir. Sir grew ever impatient. “You only
know what I want you to know. Which is very little.”

“Oh.” Jenny glared at me once more.
“Have fun on your little date.”

I was amused at how her speech was so
polite, but still how each word dripped with insult. It had to be a
talent she was born with. I could have never learned it. No matter
how much I practiced.

“It was still good to see you.” Jenny
kissed his cheek and then preceded to rub her lipstick off with the
pad of her thumb. “Sorry, to interrupt,” she added before
leaving.

“Sorry about that, I met a lot of
people that if tied to a spanking bench, spanked until their asses
were red and sensitive, then fucked senseless would do them a world
of good. She is one of those people.”

“Does she know your name?” I was
getting too wrapped up in that man, and the fact I didn’t even know
his name, perturbed me.

“No, she doesn’t. Three people at the
club know my name. Charlie, Amanda, the office manager, and my
first.”

He held up three fingers and I copied
him. He laughed. “Put the fingers away because you’re really making
me want to bite them.” Any trace of humor was void from his face.
“Hard.”

I pushed my hands under the table and
rounded off my shoulders. The stare he glared at me let me know I
could easily submit to his every whim.

“Now where were we? Oh yes, my first
night at the dungeon. Charlie blindfolded me before we even enter
the building. He led me down three sets of stairs. I’d been
before.” He raised an eyebrow. “Only when it was closed. We run a
respectable and legal business.”

He started to tap his fork against the
table, obviously agitated. It was shocking that I could make a man
like Sir nervous.

“I knew we were in the party room.
It’s unreal what having a sense taking away does for the other
four. They go in hyper mode.”

“The party room?”
Yes, I couldn’t keep up.

“It’s a large room in the basement.
Where different scenes are set up for groups to use.” He placed his
hand over mine. “Now, no questions. Listen. He backed me up to a
hard beam and tied my hands and feet to the wall. He left.
Anticipation is the biggest aphrodisiac.”

We heard a tap at the door
leading into the room, followed by two waiters with our food. Sir
didn’t speak or even acknowledge me as they served each plate as if
they were waiting on royalty. I had to be honest I didn’t like Sir
at that moment. He had slipped on a pair of glasses and examined
each morsel as if he was a warden and the food was an unruly
inmate.
Was he always that hard?
After finishing his inspection, he waved them away
as if they were trash then smiled up at me.

“Do you always treat people like
that?” I caught myself leaning across the table and closer to him,
almost as if he willed me.

“You have to be hard in business.
Conquer or be conquered. I chose to conquer.” He took off his
glasses and snatched the paper holding my notes off the
table.

“Let’s see, do I ever wear
costumes?”

He looked over at me and rolled his
eyes. I melted under his stare and sloped in the chair.

“Sit up,” He demanded. I did. “I hate
when people think we automatically all dress-up as gimps, and such.
No offense, if it’s your thing, but I have not or will not wear a
pair of leather pants or silly Halloween costume.”

I fisted the piece of paper he was
holding in my hands. “Those are mine.”

I pulled on them causing them to rip.
He balled them up and threw them across the room. “Now, ask what is
on your mind and not some silly prewritten questions. I want to
know what you’re thinking.”

“Finish the story about your first
time.” I nervously laughed. “You didn’t do your brother did you?”
My skin heated up as the blood drained from my face.

“How did you know?” He couldn’t even
finish his sentence for laughing.

“Lucky guess.” I tapped my fingers
over his hands. I liked the playful Sir.

His head tilted as his eyes
closed. He took a sharp intake of air. I could almost feel the
current coming off his body. “I had hung there for well over a half
of hour and can still hear the click of her heels as she
approached.
My jaw instantly clenched as
each step got closer.”

“Did you know who she was?”

“No. I had no idea. I
trusted my brother though, but it still didn’t keep my hands from
fisting to reveal my palms had moistened. My pulse skyrocketed. I’d
never felt more alive. I felt her body within inches of mine, then
her nose tap against my cheek. I thought she was going the kiss me,
but she softly licked my lips instead. I was no virgin, but my cock
had never been harder. It ached. I started begging her to touch it.
She clicked her tongue in a very scolding tone. She scraped a pair
of long nails across my chest as she started unbuttoning my shirt.
She worked toward the band on my pants. Her finger barely grazed
the head of my dick when she started to work back up my chest
again. Then she was gone.”

I realized I had started
drawing circles on my thigh with the tip of my finger. I blushed
and thank the good Lord we were alone when I noticed my skirt was
gapped open by my involuntarily spread legs.

“Music suddenly filled the
room.” His eyes remained closed. “I couldn’t see or move, but damn,
I could feel. I felt amazing. She started trailing something soft
over my body. I was suddenly aware of every nerve ending I had.
This time she worked back down over my chest and to my pants
button. She popped the button and released my dick. I was about to
cum and she hadn’t even touched me yet. Her naked body skimmed over
mine as she dropped to her knees. She did these little circular
motions over the head of my cock with her tongue. I was a
non-responsive, quivering wreck.”

I moaned causing his eyes to pop open.
He smiled a sinister smile when he saw how I was sprawled out in my
chair.

“I think you got the idea,”
he said and bit his lip. I’m sure to keep from laughing at me as I
sat adjusting my clothes in some sort of presentable fashion. “Any
more questions?” he asked.

“You only want this? No
vanilla?”

“Yes, Mrs. Black. Don’t you? In BDSM,
you’re free to be yourself sexually. Which is, I need a woman to be
submissive. I love to dominate. It makes me feel like a true
protector and nurturer. The way a man should be.” Sir never shifted
his eyes from mine. It was his Dom glare. Cold. Hard. Sexy as all
get-up. I cracked, picked up the glass of water, and took a sip of
it causing us to break eye contact.

“Can you not be all that in a vanilla
relationship?”

He tilted his head and pouted his
bottom lip, pondering the question. “I suppose so,” he suddenly
said. “But humans are all shapes and sizes. We’re not one size fits
all. So why should our sex life be.” He arched an eyebrow. “Have
you ever thought of walking on the wild side, Mrs. Black? I will
gladly be your guide.”

My panties instantly damped from the
juices he caused to drain from my body. “I don’t think so. A
spanking is not my thing.”

“What is your thing?”

“Not a beating that’s for sure.” I
shifted in my chair and frowned.

“Ninety percent of BDSM is all about
sharing a sexual experience. Yes, there are those who choose to
live the Master-slave lifestyle. To each their own, however, there
are couples out there that live that way only it’s forced not
consensual. So who are really the freaks?”

“You are against abuse or you
not?”

“Abuse is a hard subject for me.
Someone I care about was brutally attacked. I would never want what
I enjoy ever classified in the same category as that. What I thrive
on is the give and take of each other’s trust. It’s not all riding
crops or leather floggers. Good God, would you ask someone that
wants to try lifting weights to lift a large amount on day one? You
build up to that. It’s all trial and error. And the error can be
fun too. Most importantly, it’s always consensual. I don’t think
most vanilla sexual relationships have the same level of
communication, trust, or honesty that a BDSM relationship has. Why?
Because BDSM relies on it. It’s a given.”

My mind went blank and luckily a
waiter approached us. It was easy to tell, he was regarded as a
celebrity within the walls of the Pier. He explain that the Dungeon
host mixers there weekly, and a few other gatherings from time to
time. Charlie, his brother, actually owned a few shares in the
company.

“Will you take a walk with me?” He
stood and held out his hand. I’d hardly touched the food, but a
walk along the waterfront with him was more appealing. I nodded and
placed my hand in his.

Chapter 3

Sir

I led her out to the edge of the
Tennessee River. They had built a long pier that spanned the entire
edge of the property. My stomach was still grumbling from all the
food I left on the table. However, the way she was working that
tongue around her fork at dinner, and the submissive way she was
cutting her eyes up at me, the safe bet to do was leave. All I
could imagine doing was tying her to the cross at the dungeon and
showing her how amazing my lifestyle was. Showing was always better
than telling anyway.

“How did you learn you
were a Master?” She asked and slipped her hand in mine. It felt
right. I had never been one for the romantic gesture. But as a Dom,
I learned to give the sub what she needed. Cherry needed
that.

“It’s not
something you learn. It’s something you are. You would be an
amazing sub.”

"Am I that
weak?"

"A woman that can totally
submit to another is the strongest woman there is." I turned
bringing my face within a breath of hers and pushed her hair off
her face. “Cherry, as a sub you would have all the say. It takes
untold amount of strength to give it freely to her master without
question.”

"How is that?"

"Because before you can
give yourself fully to someone you have to know your worth. You’re
very strong. You just don’t realize it. Who hurt you?"

She halted, jerking my arm with the
force of her hand. “Why would you ask that?”

“I’m very good at judging people. I
can tell someone has stolen the part of you that makes you see how
precious and beautiful you really are.”