I noticed J was wearing a condom. He peeled it off and disposed of it, then took me in his arms. Our lips touched. It was a nice kiss, but it made me feel weird again. That always happens when someone kisses me tenderly. It’s funny. Just a minute ago he had grabbed my tits and screwed me deeper and more passionately than any man had ever done, but now he was Mr. Romantic, Mr. Sensitive.
J picked up the present and handed it to me.
“This is a gift I bought for you Sapphire. Open it.”
I opened the box and took out a sexy lingerie outfit and shoes. I slipped into the pair of thigh high sheer black stockings and attached them to a garter belt, then put on a black thong and a tight black corset with a peek-a-boo top and high heels. I gazed at myself in the mirror. Very sexy.
“You look lovely, Sapphire. Absolutely lovely. Do you like it?”
I nodded. Usually I am a fairly confident woman, always ready with a flippant post-coital quip, but for the first time in my life, I didn’t know quite what to say. J had just completely overpowered me, chained me to the wall and rode me hard. I submitted to it and… I liked it. I had fooled around with blindfolds and restraints before, but nothing anywhere near as intense as I had just experienced with Master J. Most of the guys I knew who were into BDSM turned out to be domineering assholes. I dumped them pretty quick, after realizing they wanted to tie me up, screw me and then have me make them a peanut butter and jelly sandwich afterwards like their Mamas used to, and serve it to them on my knees. Fuck that shit. Are your legs broken? Get your own pb and j, dickwad! Play-acting Cinderella is not all that sexy to me, sorry.
But J seemed to keep the Dom act in the bedroom where it belonged. We’ll just have to wait and see about him. I couldn’t pigeonhole this guy so easily. It made J even more mysterious to me. And dangerous. After the kiss, I realized I was feeling a little nervous around him. Something new and strange was happening within me that made my stomach do flips when I thought about him. I felt a little light-headed after the sex. Perhaps I just needed a drink or better yet, a hit off my pipe to clear my head and get my dopamine firing again.
“That was the best sex I ever had in my life, Sapphire…”
“I aim to please. But hey, you’re still hard. You didn’t come, did you?”
“I’m saving myself for later. It’s only a little after 9.”
“And you wore a condom…”
“Yes.”
“I like it better without a condom.”
“So do I, but I used it for your protection. What if I came inside you and made you pregnant? You wouldn’t want little baby Sapphires running around, would you?”
“Oh yeah, if you put it that way, I guess you’re right…”
“I was hoping you could stay a little longer. There’s a bottle of red wine and some appetizers on a table in the main living room of my home if you’re hungry or thirsty. But if you need to go, I understand.”
J handed me another gift. This time it was a little black bag.
“Who are you, J? A naughty Santa?”
I didn’t make the guy come, but at least he cracked a smile.
“Open it, Sapphire.”
I rifled through the bag. A small leather whip, a riding crop, the blindfold and handcuffs, assorted massage oils and lubricating gels, four long silk scarves, a cute little vibrator, three weighted balls attached to a plastic cord, nipple clamps to go with my nipple rings, even a journal and a pen. Nice.
“Bring your lingerie and sex toys next Friday, if you can make it. I like to keep a diary, so I included a journal and pen in the bag where you can record your thoughts for posterity, if you’d like. Can you stay a little longer? If you want, you can spend the night here, Sapphire. I want you to know you’re always welcome, next Friday night or any time you’d like to drop by. I’d love to see you again, Sapphire. My cell phone is on the card I gave you. I put an extra card in the back pocket of your jeans, in case you lose the first one. Call or text me.”
“I don’t know, J. Maybe I’ll hang out a little longer, have a glass of wine. I got a big paper due on Monday I’ve been procrastinating on.”
“Oh, you’re a student. You didn’t mention that. What are you majoring in?”
“Oh, I go back and forth, I haven’t decided yet…”
Alfred came on the intercom again and we listened to his message.
“Jeremy, a few of the young ladies have some particular questions about the contract. Your presence is needed in the library please.”
“Sorry to cut this short,” J said, kissing the side of my cheek.
“Wait,” I said, before he turned away to get dressed.
I looked once more at his massive erection, which had just given me so much pleasure. I noticed a few drops of fluid, slipping out of the slit at the tip of his penis. I knelt before him and sucked out the drops, sneaking a little taste of my Sheik.
“Mmmm,” Master J moaned.
At least I made him growl a little. J looked like he was about to burst. I felt a little selfish not trying harder to give him the release he deserved after he showered me with so much attention. Lurch’s voice sounded once more over the intercom.
“Mr. Jeremy, two young ladies are waiting…”
J pulled away quickly, slipping on his robe along with silk boxers and a pair of workout pants he pulled out of a closet. He pressed a button near the dimmer switch on the wall and spoke into a small built in speaker.
“Coming, Billingsley”
I watched while J tried to corral his uncooperative member into submission. He tied the sash of his robe around him tightly, making himself look like a younger, prettier and way more muscular version of Hugh Heffner.
“That’s smart, J. If they see that monster uncoiled before they sign the contract, you’ll have them running home crying to their parents. You split me in half with that thing.”
From a small dresser J took out a glass bottle and slapped on some musky cologne, though he still smelled strongly like sex.
“Did I? I’m terribly sorry, Sapphire. Perhaps I was a trifle out of control in our session. Those nipple rings you wear make me feel a little crazy. I apologize if I was too rough with you. Are you feeling sore?”
“I’m fine, J. You were awesome in bed. I was just kidding. Lighten up.”
“But I saw you rubbing your wrists earlier. Tell me the truth now. I need to know. Were the handcuffs hurting your skin, Sapphire? Did I cuff you too tightly?”
“A little. But they feel fine now. Really, J. You worry too much. I have a rather high tolerance for pain, in case you haven’t noticed.”
I put my thumbs through my nipple rings and tugged them in his direction. I know he had to go, but I couldn’t stop flirting with him. He gazed at me with those cold hungry dead eyes of his, like a tiger in a cage. He spoke a little more severely to me just then, with a deeper cadence to his voice.
“If you chose to remain in my Harem, Sapphire, before we take our relationship to the next level, we need to have an open and honest discussion about building trust between us and establishing a pain threshold that I may not go beyond. This will include choosing a safe word for you. That is, of course, if you decide to come back next Friday.”
The way J looked at me with such a commanding seriousness sent a shiver up and down my spine, with goose bumps, more tummy flips, and a feeling of warmth and moisture between my slightly opened thighs. Man, this guy was not kidding around. “Take the relationship to the next level”, “pain threshold”, “safe word”… His words were making me feel dizzy, and excited. He was beginning to have this powerful effect upon me. Could J become my new drug of choice?
He escorted me out of the little forbidden room, but not before I took a quick peek at all the assorted jazz in there. I caught a glimpse of this huge X-shaped cross, a long table with cuff restraints and some kind of pulley system on the ceiling with ropes dangling from it. Before the door shut I saw the two metal O-rings attached side by side to the black brick wall above the wedge he had just screwed me upon, which I assumed was where my wrists were cuffed. Yeah, he was into B and D. I never thought I would be, but I guess I am too now, both the B and the D part. I liked the feeling of not being unable to move while he rammed himself into me, as hard as he wanted. Most guys are so wishy-washy and touchy-feely with me, but not Master J. I think I’ll stick around to find out what this next level is all about. I decided to come back to the Harem next Friday, right then and there. You know, I’m fine with it; it’s no big deal really, as long as we’re talking whips, chains and nipple clamps, and not engagement rings. You never know with that guy. And with a little blow thrown into the deal, I’ll be an extra good girl. I’ll have to talk to Santa about that.
J noticed me lick my lips as we walked down the hallway.
“Come. Let me pour you a nice glass of wine…”
As he escorted me down through his home, he held my hand. For some reason I felt uncomfortable with the casual physical contact, but I resisted the urge to pull my hand away. The silence made me uncomfortable.
“Hey J, if you don’t mind my asking… how old are you?”
“Oh God. I was hoping you wouldn’t—”
“I know you’re older than me, but I don’t care. Don’t worry about it, you look great to me, you’re in wonderful shape. Come on. I’m twenty three. How old are you, J? Tell me the truth…”
“I’m thirty four… Is that a problem? The age difference?”
“It depends on the quality of your wine.”
“Then I’m in luck. It’s a French Bordeaux. I buy it by the case. Let me pour you a glass.”
We passed by an open door where I saw two more sluts waiting in what looked like a massive library. He led me through a door and into an ornate living room he had decorated to look like a sheik’s parlor. It had everything except a hookah and pot-bellied rich Lords, tearing chicken off the bone with their yellow, chipped teeth. There were comfy couches, fluffy pillows and a banquet table filled with delectable treats. J poured out two glasses of red wine. He sloshed his around in the glass and sniffed it like a connoisseur, before taking a sip. I immediately took a swig of mine and it went down smooth.
“You like, Sapphire?”
“Nice, but do you have anything a little stronger, boss?”
“Stronger?”
“Do I have to spell it out for you?”
J gave me a confused look, so I whispered into his ear, in my most seductive voice, “I’m a coke whore, J…”
“Really?”
I nodded my head. J set his glass of wine down and gave me a concerned look.
“Be careful with that drug Sapphire. It’s highly addictive. It can speed up the heart rate, create difficulty breathing, causes seizures, strokes, it could even kill you Sapphire. I’d be upset if anything ever happened to you.”
The tender way he looked at me made me nervous. I took a swallow of wine.
“Thanks for the medical advice, but if you want my ass bent over that wedge next Friday, you’ve got to provide something more than these crumpets and cakes. Have you ever thrown an actual party, J?”
“No, not really.”
“I didn’t think so.”
I finished my glass, poured another and sat down on the couch, petulantly crossing my legs and staring back up at him. There was a long silence in the room. I was getting cranky and needed a hit. Our first fight…
“I get the feeling you won’t be staying for the night, Sapphire.”
“I don’t do sleepovers J, sorry.”
“May I call you during the week? I’m not sure I can wait until next Friday to see you again.”
“You don’t have my phone number.”
“301-453-3798.”
“Hey! How did you—”
“I didn’t think you’d give it to me, so I snuck in while you were in the shower and got the number out of your cell phone from the pocket of your jeans.”
“You sneaky bastard! That’s invasion of privacy!”
“I know. And you can’t sue me, you signed the contract, remember?”
“Smart boy.”
“I need to see you midweek. I won’t take no for an answer.”
“I’m busy with my classes.”
“You can study over here; say every Tuesday or Wednesday night. Whichever you prefer.”
“Oh I’m sure I’ll have plenty of time to catch up on my ‘studying’ here.”
“I promise I’ll leave you alone. You can work in the library. My home is your home now, Sapphire. What do you say?”
“We’ll see. Bring something stronger next time, J. It’s supposed to be a party.”
“We’ll see, Sapphire. Have a bite to eat. You’re too skinny.”
J took another sip of his glass of wine, kissed me on the cheek and left for his next appointment.
I felt bad about our little snit at the end. Sorry, J. But this girl needs her fix.
So, dear diary, that’s the news from the Rockville Harem. Once I’ve got something juicy to write about, I’ll add more later...
Chapter Five
Evelyn
After our… interlude Friday night, Jeremy escorted me to a couch in his living room with my virginity barely intact and handed me this journal to record my thoughts. I saw Cynthia there and one other woman whom I haven’t been introduced to yet. I can only assume both women had sexual relations with Jeremy tonight. They were both scribbling away in their journals. I decided to record my impressions while they were fresh in my mind. What in the world am I doing here? What have I done?
Though you may not believe me, it was my original intention to come here in a completely loving and non-judgmental way to minister to Jeremy, just as I know Jesus would have. But rather than helping to save his soul and lead him back onto the path of righteousness, in one long sensual unforgettable moment, one extremely pleasurable kiss, I’m afraid I have willingly become another one of the lost souls here, one of the damned. I’ve plunged headlong from the light into the dark, and I’m not sure I want to go back. I think I might like it better in the shadows now…
I’m twenty seven years old now, and I still don’t have a boyfriend. Even though everyone has always told me how pretty I am, I’ve had a little trouble meeting the right guy. I’ve gone out on a few dates with single men from my church, and though I had a pleasant time, there seemed to be something missing with each one of them. A spark of chemistry just wasn’t there. I was looking at maybe trying out some dating services like Christian Singles or Match.com, but the guys I saw profiled on those websites just didn’t catch my eye. Completely by accident I found on a Google search a site called Adult Friend Finders. After a brief look over the profiles, I realized quickly that this website was definitely not for me. The people on this site were only looking for partners to engage in acts of sex without commitment, not friendships as the name led me to believe. And they were certainly not looking for long-term relationships. Right before I was about to close the tab, I saw him. Jeremy looked so impossibly handsome in his picture, almost unreal, like a living work of art, a sculpture, with manly features but very warm soulful eyes.