Living a Lie (Book 0.5 in The Lie Series)

Copyright © 2014 J.W.
Phillips

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Published by Black Heart
Club

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Dedication

My dedication is too Liz
Stephenson. She was my Sir in so many ways.

However she is no Sir, but
one Hell of a Madam.

Prologue

Cherry Black

“
You didn’t find your
husband with his dick shoved up your best friend’s ass.”

Holy hell.
I slapped my hand across my mouth and turned a
bright flaming red.
Did I really yell that
out to my boss no less?
Yes, I did. I was
sick of people telling me to cheer up. That I was better off
without him. It was his loss. No, it was mine. I had been married
to that bastard since I was twenty years old, and spent the last
twenty-one years in total bliss with who I thought was my
soul-mate. How was I to know he had spent every one of those years
shoving his dick into every hole that was open and
willing?

“
I’m sorry, Amy. It’s just
I feel . . . lost . . . I’m still raw.” I tapped my fingers across
the steering wheel and blew a wayward strand of hair off my
face.

“
Listen, he has been doing
everything with a pussy for years and treated you like shit,” she
chimed into the telephone. “Hell, he was crazy. You are the
sweetest and most giving person I know.”

But never the prettiest.
That was my ex’s problem with me all along. I was never good enough
for him.
“Back on the subject at hand. I’m
already trying to find a way out of doing this article on Sir. I
mean who in the hell only gives Sir as his name?”

“
An extremely hot and
fuckable ass. Now, you are doing this assignment. Maybe he will
even give you a demonstration.” Amy said before the phone line went
dead.
Yeah, like a fuckable ass wants to
fuck a big lard.

I threw the cellphone onto the
passenger seat and screamed. I had not done an interview for The
Biz, a local magazine for places to go and people to meet, since I
left my husband two months earlier. Luckily, Amy, the editor, had
understood. But why she thought an interview with the most talked
about Dom in the whole city of Knoxville was the perfect
get-back-the-groove was beyond me.

And just my luck, it was
pouring rain.
Great, my limp brown hair
will be even frizzier.
I pushed the pedal
to the floorboard. I had thirty minutes to get to the other side of
town and the warehouse district. I couldn’t help but laugh at
myself. James, my soon-to-be-ex, would have had a come apart at the
thought I was running around alone in that part of town. On top of
that, I was meeting with the town’s most elusive Dom. I didn’t even
know his name. All Amy gave me was a time, an address, and that
this man had the ability to control even the strongest
lady.

I pulled into the parking garage
outside an old warehouse and my heart pounded. I stumbled out of my
car unsure of what laid ahead for me that day. The side of the
building was covered with graffiti, but the front was all curved
glass and steel. I glanced down at my watch. I had made it with ten
minutes to spare. Amy warned me not to be late. It took her nine
months to arrange that particular interview and she warned me to
not mess it up.

I walked in and was immediately
greeted by a stunning brunette. She had on a form fitting
charcoal-grey suit. I was surprised and a little satisfied that a
sex club would have a brown hair beauty as the greeter. After all,
James always said no man in his right mind would want to sleep with
anybody other than a blonde.

“
You must be, Amy
Richardson.” She reached out and firmly shook my hand.

“
Actually, it‘s Cherry
Black. I’m here to see . . .” I went blank. I had no idea what his
name was other than Sir.

She chuckled. “The Master
will see you.” She stood up and I realized why any guy would forget
the brown shade of hair. Damn, she was hot and oozed of confidence.
“I’m Amanda by the way. I’m one of the main submissives around
here.”

My mind started to be bombarded with
so many questions. The utmost one being why a woman like her, so
beautiful and self-assured would allow any man to abuse her. She
handed me a badge that clearly stated visitor in bold print. Surely
it was beyond obvious that I didn’t belong in a place like that.
James was correct. I would never be any man’s fantasy.

She escorted me to a set of elevators
and hit the up button. The door slid open and as I stepped in I was
greeted by a security guard that was dressed in a well-cut black
suit, black shirt, and black tie. I was getting even more nervous
about meeting Master as Amanda called him. If his security looked
that sharp and well put together, I could only imagine what he
would look like.

The elevator reached the
top floor and opened. I found myself in a rather large lounge with
what appeared to be two king beds mushed together. They stood proud
and took center stage in the middle of the room. The North and West
facing walls were floor-to-ceiling windows that showcased a
spectacular view of downtown Knoxville. It was a stunning view, but
was soon eclipsed when he walked in the room. He commanded the room
like no one I had ever came across. He was dressed in a tailored
three-piece suit. That suit was hot, but it was the tall, lean, and
powerful body inside it that sent a pickling across my skin. Still
as magnificent as that body was, it wasn’t until my eyes traveled
up to his face that I went weak in the knees. His smokey brown eyes
flamed with an unwavering force that knocked the breath from my
lungs. A man that was so perfect, it was almost painful to look
upon him. My head automatically lowered and focused on his
luxurious oxfords.
Oh, damn, he is . . .
devastating.

“
You’re not Amy.” He
snapped causing my nerves to shatter. I took a step back, tripped
on my heel, and tumbled flat on my ass.
Damn, he is going to kick me out now.
He extended out a thick, manly hand and I placed mine in
it.

Chapter 1

The Master

“
But, I think I’d rather
have you. She is rather how can I put it nicely. A bitch. You on
the other hand, look like you can be fun.”
and very succulent.

Clasping a small, fragile
hand, I pulled her to her feet. She was embarrassed, her
milky-smooth skin flamed. The image of what that skin would
look-like striped by the bite of a cane crossed my mind. I needed a
diversion from everything that was going on around me. I’d thrown
myself into work a little too much lately. Anything to get my mind
off life. I was restless, but that sweet lady was there for
business not my pleasure.
I could at least
have a little fun while she was there.

“
A lot of fun,” I added,
trying to use my amused tone to put her at ease.

It took a few seconds for her to
finally find her voice to speak. “I’m Cherry Black, and I’m so
sorry for the rude entrance, Sir.”

I was highly aroused and entertained
by that submissive little look she was giving me. I didn’t believe
her eyes had looked higher than my knees since she tripped over
those red six-inch heels that showcased those long legs of hers.
The loose-fitting skirt, however, did nothing to flatter her. She
adjusted her white blouse to cover the small smidgen of the top of
her breast she was showing. She’d been hurt. Every move she made
screamed that she believed she was less than. Some man, I was
positive, had hurt her and had taken away her worth. I slipped on
my impassive expression. I could never let her know how she
affected me. I wanted to prove to her that she was a beautiful
treasure. Make her believe in herself and be proud of that amazing,
curvy, hot body. I hit the button on the remote in my pocket that
controlled the East facing wall. As it started to slide back to
expose a sitting area, she stared in amazement giving me a moment
to adjust the bulge she was causing in my pants. She looked back at
me confused so I waved the remote in my hand. “Take a seat, Mrs.
Black.”

I motioned over to a large circular,
black-leather sectional. The gleam that sparkled from her eyes let
me know she knew that space was entirely too spacious for one
person. Because it was not used for one person but an orgy of
people. It was a sex club after all.

She arched a perfectly-shaped eyebrow.
“Before I sit, what all has happen on that couch?”

I laughed.
Oh babe, if I told you all of that you would be
running for the nearest exit.
“I slept on
it last night. Want to massage out the crick it left me with?” I
wrapped a hand around the back of my neck and kneaded my fingers
into it.

A ghost of a smile darted across those
luscious, lickable lips of hers, before she composed that
professional journalist face. She took a seat and glanced up to see
that I had moved directly in front of her. I placed my groin in
line with her face. She unconsciously licked her lips.

I tilted my head and judged her
expression. I was getting to her. Her eyes were fixed on my obvious
semi-erection as a pale rosy-pinkness crept up her neck and across
her cheeks. I pushed my fingers through my messy blond locks and
sunk down on the couch across from her. I stretched out my long
legs in front of me as I reclined, making sure my foot tapped
against hers. I propped my elbows on the back of the couch. Her
cheeks flame as she started to fumble in her purse until she pulled
out a digital recorder. She wouldn’t look at me.

“
Stand up, Cherry,” I said
making sure I rolled each letter of her name off of my tongue. She
didn’t move. “Now, Mrs. Black.” I wanted her to look at me, but in
all honesty, I simply wanted to look at her.

She stood without thinking and started
fidgeting with her ill-fitting blazer. I would fix those nervous
jitters. I crock my finger and motioned for her to come closer. She
bent at the waist and brought her face within inches of me. Her
eyes caught mine and halted me still. They were downcast and the
depth of sadness in them was mind-blowing. Only one other person
had pulled at that part of me, the part that wanted to make someone
happy at any cost. I couldn’t bring that other sweet lady
happiness. Maybe, if I brought a few moments of bliss to Cherry it
would make up for a small portion of my sins.

“
Green, the color of
fertility, nature, money, envy, and lust,” I said then scraped my
tongue along my top teeth.
Please
smile.

“
What, Sir?” She asked,
still leaning over me. I was dying to actually touch
her.

“
Your eyes. They’re green.
They match the caramel tones in your hair.”

She stood up and combed her hands
through her thick mane of hair. Something about that statement
bothered her.

“
Turn around,” I said and
cupped my own chin, trailing a long index finger over my lips. She
stared at me and then fell back onto the couch.

“
I’m here for an interview,
not a modeling gig.” She slid a pen out of the top of a notepad and
opened it. She still had a spark in her. I wanted to show her the
tremendous value and power she held within herself. She was after
all extremely beautiful. She was older than me, but could hold her
own against any woman.
Yes, she was
affecting me. A true submissive, one who needed to learn her
value.

I had to rein in my thoughts and
remind myself why she was there.

She finally raised her
eyes, but not her head. I pictured her naked at my feet giving me
that same heart-stopping stare.
Fuck, get
your mind off of her and onto this god-awful interview.

“
Do you prefer blonds?” She
blurted out before she even had her recorder set up. But it caused
her to hold her head up.