Living a Lie (Book 0.5 in The Lie Series) (4 page)

She sat down on a nearby bench and
looked out over the waves the wind was kicking up. “I recently
discovered the husband I’ve been married to since I was twenty had
been screwing everything with two legs and willing. Including my so
called best friend for the last eight years.”

She held her head down in obvious
shame. It infuriated me. I, myself, would never marry, but if I did
I’d never betray that trust. She needed to learn trust. My phone
buzzed in my pocket. I glanced at it and saw the thorn to my
existence, my uncle’s name flash on the screen. I turned toward
Cherry and held up a finger. “I have to take this.”

I got up and walked a safe distance
from Cherry before spitting “Hello,” into the cellphone.

“E, my boy,” Uncle Ronnie said. Just
the sound of his weak voice caused my skin to crawl. “Have you
found her? My patience is running thin.”

“Listen, I’m in a business meeting.
Can I call you later? I know she’s here in Knoxville. Please let me
take care of her. I’ll do it. Just give me time.”

“If you took care of her to begin
with, you wouldn’t need time,” he crooned before hanging up the
phone.

I sat on the edge of the shore and
looked out over the horizon. The moon was full that night and
seemed as gloomy as my days. I was not in Knoxville for pleasure,
but business. I was there to keep the only girl to pull at my heart
safe. I felt a hand on my shoulder and a body slip down beside
me.

“Are you okay?”

“Not really.” I tried composing my
dominated persona. It didn’t quite work. Cherry made it easy to let
my guard down and truly be myself. “I’m not in Knoxville for work
or because I even want to be. I’m here to protect the one girl I
saw hurt. The girl I told you was attacked.”

“Is she important to you?”
She started trailing her hand up and down my back.
Fuck, it felt good.

“Yeah, she is. But just
because someone is important to you doesn’t mean you’re important
to them.” I felt myself leaning into her.
Shit, get it together Ethan.
“Tomorrow night, the Dungeon will be empty. Can I show you
around?”

“Yeah. I need to get home anyway. I
have a Chamber Coffee to cover at seven in the morning.”

“I don’t want you to go.” I did something I’ve never done before. I
don’t know if it was because Cherry provoked a long lost emotion in
me or for the fact the next few months were destined to be the
hardest of my life, but I needed comforting. So I laid my head over
on hers.

“I really need too.” She took my hand
in hers. “Will you show me what it’s like to be your sub tomorrow
night, Master?”

The sound of Master rolling off her
lips was enough to cause my cock to rise to a full erection. I
could never give her what she really needed, a man that she could
lean upon, but I’d give her a night she’ll never forget. “Meet me
at eight in front of the Dungeon. Plan to stay awhile.”

She got up and swept the dirt from her
pants. After she kissed me on the top of the head, she walked away
without a word. I set there long after she left pondering my
future. Something told me that my life was about to change
forever.

I took out my phone and text
Charlie.

I want a full background
check

On Mrs. Cherry Black

I want to know everything

From social security number

To bra size.

Thanks

Chapter 4

Cherry Black

I sat in the middle of my living room
stroking a large white box topped with an over-the-top red bow. I
was completely giddy at the thought that my ex-husband was leaving
after picking up the kids when Sir’s security guard dropped it off.
I was a little timid about opening it though. I picked up the card
taped to the top and read it.

Mrs. Black, the last two
nights have been medicine to my all-to-damaged soul. Tonight, I
don’t plan on talking, but showing. Come ready for a night, I hope
you never forget. Until then, E

My heart sunk to my groin. He didn’t
sign it Sir, but E. It was not his name, but it was one step closer
to breaking through to the prize that was Master. I carefully
opened it, not to mess up the perfectly placed bow. Inside was a
red halter dress. I picked it up to inspect the fine bead work on
the bodice when I discovered a black, lace, see-through bra and
matching panties. I examined them shocked they were the correct
size for my large frame. Tucked into a pair of eight-inch heels was
another note.

You would be simply
magnificent in a cotton tee-shirt and yoga pants. I want you to
feel as beautiful as you are. Please wear them tonight. At least
for a little while. E

I took out the heels and tried them
on. I wobbled and felt like a newborn calf. I was far from graceful
and beautiful, but Sir went a long way of showing me
differently.

I called Amy to inform her I would
have my interview written and on her desk in less than two days.
But the truth was I wanted someone to know I was meeting him at the
Dungeon that night. Safety was the first rule I was taught in
journalism. She shrilled and she didn’t even know what I was truly
planning on doing with him.

I spent the rest of the day writing
and the dreaded editing of my article. Just listening to Sir’s
smooth, lyrical voice on my recorder cause lust to pool dark and
dangerous in the little black panties Sir sent me.

I had to quell the ever going tension
in me. So I spent the remainder of the day, showering, shaving
twice, washing my hair, and then spent a good hour drying and
styling my hair so that it fell in thick, soft curls down my back.
Thanks to James insisting that I stayed perfectly put together the
last twenty years, I was a pro at make-up. That night, I never
wanted to appear more polished. I think I hit the mark too, even I
could see I was hot.

I took the ex-husband’s corvette that
I made sure to ask for in the divorce. It was the first time I had
ever driven it, but something about high heels and a sports car
gets the juices flowing. I even caught myself rubbing my thighs
together on the ride over to meet Sir. As soon as I shifted into
park at the Dungeon, the cellphone vibrated in my cup
holder.

Go through the front door

It will lock behind you

Take the stairs to the
right

At the top of them turn
left

I held my phone in my hands making
sure I followed each direction correctly. Sir was right.
Anticipation was the biggest aphrodisiac. Lust bubbled through my
veins. I could no longer deny it, I was wet and totally aroused.
I’d never felt so turned on even when James was actively fucking
me. I got to the top of the stairs, turned left, and almost slammed
into a door.

“Come in,” I heard Sir say from a
distance.

I cautiously opened the door and
stepped into what appeared to be a padded room. I jumped and
dropped the cellphone at the sound of the lock snapping closed. It
was dark, but well over a hundred candles glowed within the gloomy
walls. I never saw Sir, just suddenly felt his solid body at my
back and his breath swish down my neck. My heart raced in my chest
until he slithered his arms around my waist. His lips worked over
the contour of my ear causing a shiver to prickle down my spine. I
gasped. He stepped back and started to unzip my dress.

“Think of a word you won’t forget,” he
said and slid the dress off my shoulder, letting it pool on the
ground. However, the soft sound of his voice lured me in until I
never noticed I stood exposed in only the underwear he had
delivered earlier to my home.

“Why?” I started to turn around, but
he gripped my shoulders stopping me. I couldn’t even turn my head.
I wanted to do nothing that Sir might consider defiant.

“Because you need a safe word if you
want me to stop.”

“Does your subs often use one?” My
eyelids fluttered before I closed them.

“I’ve never had a sub use one before.
As an experienced Dom I thrive on reading my sub’s body. A true Dom
will stop long before a safe word is needed, but I need you to know
you have the power to stop everything.”

“Red,” slipped out of my lips as he
gathered my hands together. The rope that he used to bind them was
soft and felt of silk.

Everything went dark as he
pressed a scrape of red material over my eyes. Incased in complete
darkness, I was aware of nothing but his touch. He was gentle.
Almost too gentle as if he was frightened he would chase me away.
Then he was gone. I twirled around and around trying to find him.
He was nowhere to be found. The wait was crippling. I started to
hyperventilate then suddenly the room was filled with the sounds
of
Nine Inch Nail’s
Closer
. My heart beat in rhythm with that
awful song. However, a single tear fell down my cheek. Something
told me Sir could have written the words to that very song. He was
possibly more depraved than I even dreamed. No matter what the
state of his mind was, my body craved his return.

I didn’t sense him anywhere around me
until I felt his hands skim the band on my panties. His touch was
like an electric current through me. I tasted the juice of a cherry
as he ran it across my lips.

“I’ve always loved the taste of
cherries, and tonight, I get to taste the most delectable cherry of
them all.”

I no longer felt the cherry upon my
lips, but I soon tasted it as Sir kissed me and swished the cherry
from his mouth to mine. I took three steps back at the intrusion,
and bumped into something soft. He shoved me back. I realized it
was a bed. My back was lying against my hands and the downy softest
of a mattress when I first felt his lips smooth over the plains of
my stomach. He untied my hands only to retie them almost instantly
to what I assumed was the bedpost. He kissed me hard and furiously,
and I was almost positive I would still be able to feel his
stubbled jaw rough and heavy against my face the next day. His
broad chest rose and fell as he nudged his hand over the wet spot
on my panties.

“Damn, you’re too much, Mrs. Black.
Already wet and I’ve just gotten started,” he whispered as he
worked the pad of one finger under the panties and over my clit. I
opened my mouth to speak, but a moan escaped instead.

He brought his hand to my face and
caressed my cheek. “Taste yourself. See what exquisiteness I get to
savor tonight.” He placed his finger on my lip. I drew his index
finger into my mouth and wrapped my mouth tightly around it,
sucking hard. Sir breathed out forcibly. He gently tugged my hair,
angling my head, and giving himself easy access to my neck. He
nestled his mouth against the vein pulsing in
apprehension.

“What’s your safe word?” Sir whispered
against my skin as he worked down to take a nip at the budding
nipple on my left breast.

“Red,” I groaned out between moans as
he cut the bra away from my body. I, then, felt long suede fronds
covered with small beads glide over my sensitive breast. Fear
enveloped me. I was not ready for the pain part of his
games.

I heard the gadget fall to the bed
beside my head. “These do look stunning on, but you’re not going to
need them anytime soon.” He swept the panties down my legs as if
they were an unwanted guest. I wanted to smile, but simply couldn’t
make my lips cooperate. I was deafened by the erratic beating of my
own heart as the blood pounded against my eardrums. His long
fingers stroked down the entire length of my leg before tying my
feet to what I suspected was the foot post. I was laid out spread
eagle on a bed and never felt more assured of myself. I could
picture Sir standing over me smiling. The thought made me only
wetter. I sighed.

All of the sudden, I felt something
unbelievably soft brush against and being languidly dragged down
between my legs. It was a feather. Sir was rubbing a feather
deliberately slow over my stomach and around my aroused nipples. I
tried to anticipate where he was going next, but between the music
blaring in my ears and the beating of my heart . . . my mind
couldn’t concentrate. Sir pulled the feather along the line of my
groin. He yanked a strain of my pubic hair.

“I like this. You need to keep it. It
shows how much a woman you are.” He leaned in and spoke in to my
ear then kissed the tip of my nose.

The sound of music was transformed
into sounds of nature. My mind was briefly preoccupied by the
rustling of wind and chirping of birds until the feather running
over my body was replaced by the motion of the tails of the flogger
flowing over my skin and heightened nerve endings. It was all too
much, between the ethereal sounds of nature playing in my ear and
soft feel of the suede of the flogger across my skin.

“Oh Cherry, you’re flawless. I wish
you could see how truly beautiful you are. I want to kiss every
inch of your skin.”

That experience was nothing I dreamed
it would be. I expected to be beat and humiliated, but no I felt
more cherished than I’d ever felt.

I
heard the flogger fly through the air. Shocked, he didn't
hurt me. Instead, he brought the blood to the surface and made my
skin aroused. He dropped to his knees and leaned forward running
his nose along the apex between my thighs. He quickly jerked my
legs apart. His hot breath rushed over my groin. I practically
convulsed and screamed when he first scraped his tongue along my
inner folds. I tried to squirm to relieve some of the want he was
building in me, but it was impossible to move. He trailed kisses up
my bulging stomach, and licked his tongue over my navel. His kisses
left a burn along my skin. He laid down beside me and trailed his
hand up and down my body. He gently cupped my breast, then softly
bit it. My breast swelled in his grasp, my nipples harden. His
fingers slowly rolled over the other breast, elongating the nipple
under his touch. I felt every touch all the way down in my
groin.