Make Me (3 page)

Last night at home.

I circle the bed as I eye this week’s flavor. I met Sandy in my bar and she had all but begged me to train her.

I agreed to train her with no strings attached—the only type of relationship I ever have.

I have access to some of the most beautiful women on the east coast, but it’s very hard to intrigue a man who has seen it all.

I position Sandy doggy style and strap her down. She most certainly is not going anywhere.

That little run in that I shared with Linda has me wired for sound and I am ready to take some frustration out on Sandy.

I make my way to the side of the bed and viciously grab a handful of Sandy’s hair at the roots. “I’m going to fuck your brains out while I think about that hot ass boss of mine!”

Sandy shakes her head yes as a tear rolls down her cheek. The handful of hair I’m gripping probably feels like it is going to come off of her head and into my hand. The tears are a result of not only pain, but the degradation she is feeling.

I am just getting started and my sadistic streak is already rearing its ugly head. She will need to be certain not to push my buttons tonight. I’m sure she can detect I’m in a mood, and it isn’t a good one.

I hiss right in her face, “You are such a desperate bitch that you are going to let me fuck you while I fantasize about her? That is pretty damn desperate!”

Sandy shakes her head yes, not wanting to get on my bad side. I can be vicious when it comes to degradation. I’m one of those Doms who can cut you down with just a few words. And the more demeaning I am, the wetter she gets.

I have always had that effect on her and, truth be told, she cares a lot more about me than I do her. To me, this is playing, nothing more… nothing less.

I dig my nails into her, positioning myself right at her opening and slam into her I close my eyes and imagine that it is Linda begging me to let her come.

“Don’t you dare, bitch!”

The more I devalue her, the more turned on she gets; it’s her kink. It’s just how Sandy is wired. Degradation and humiliation turn her on so she is the perfect fit for my mood tonight.

Though I don’t normally incorporate degradation and humiliation to this extent, I am tonight. Unfortunately, the fact that it isn’t Linda in my bed is frustrating the hell out of me. It is like a little miniature dog nipping at my heels; I can’t shake it.

It is pissing me off that I can’t control how I feel when it comes to Linda which only makes me more determined to get her under my control by any means necessary.

My thoughts are interrupted by Sandy’s screams, begging me to let her come.

“Yeah Sandy, come, and then get the fuck out of my house!”

Linda

I lie in bed, stroking a large dildo up and down my soaked opening. As hard as I had tried to shake my earlier run in with David, I just couldn’t seem to do so.

I close my eyes and imagine he is in the room and mandating instructions in my ear.

“Such a good girl, that’s it, you just let me watch you pleasure yourself.”

Over and over, I imagine the suited Dom I had been subjugated to and, over and over, my body thrashes about in pleasure. It has been a long time since I have been this turned on or this spent due to orgasms. There would be no problem sleeping tonight, that is for sure.

I’m not going to try and wrap my head around why I am so turned on. I damn sure am not going to beat myself up about it—I’m owning it. I’m in the moment and I’m going to use the excitement I feel about smelling the orange oil and leather in the dungeon to meet my sexual needs right now. It isn’t like he is going to know what I’m doing. I will never admit to anyone how turned on that dungeon is making me—how turned on David is making me…

Linda

I am going out of my way to stay away from David today.

I have never been one to allow a man to get in the way of business. This TV show has the potential to be a major hit and if that happens, it will put me on the map with some major high rollers.

There is no way that I am going to allow David, or anyone else, threaten my chance at success. I have worked too long and too hard to ever let a man get in my way.

Being distracted isn’t an option for me and I am one of the few women I know who can push a distraction out of my head for the sake of business. That is exactly what I am doing today.

I did get a good night’s sleep so I guess I can thank him for that. He will never know what went on last night. The last thing an egotistical Dom needs is to know I fucked myself with a phallus while I fantasized about him. He already thinks he’s God’s gift to women.

David doesn’t need an ego boost—what he does need is an example of a strong independent woman who won’t fall prey to his bad boy antics.

David

I know she is avoiding me so as soon as I view her making her way to the kitchen area, I follow her.

I stand, staring as she has her back turned, and smile when she jumps as she turns around.

I want to make sure that I look her in her eyes for this little ‘mind fuck’ I am getting ready to bombard her with.

“What did you think about when you pleasured yourself last night, Linda? Or, better yet, who?”

She almost spit the coffee she’s drinking all over the front of my dress shirt.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. What and who did you think about while you got yourself off?”

I waste no time, assailing her with my words, while she is trying to get her bearings.

“Did you use any toys or just your fingers? Oh, I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall for that little scene.”

Before giving her any time to answer I turn, leaving her there in a wake of, ‘what the fuck just happened?!?’

Linda

That bastard! Who in the hell does he think he is?

I stand, gripping the counter and trying to regain my composure. I am shocked at his blunt demeanor and I am horrified he knows what I have done. He is guessing; there is no fucking way he can know something that intimate.

I am going to act like I don’t know what he is referring to. It will be a cold day in hell before I feed the egomaniac’s fantasy. It is very clear to me that I am out of my league. I know, at this moment, more research on the ‘Dom species’ is definitely in order.

One thing David doesn’t realize about me is that I am a female suit who has been working in a man’s world for the last eight years. If he thinks he is going to just come in and bulldoze me over, he has the wrong chick.

If David wants to play… well then, game on…

I make my way into the great room where the women are leisurely seated, as if attending a social tea time.

“You know, ladies, for women who have been given the opportunity of a lifetime to become TV stars, I don’t see much ambition. I need to see some interaction between you girls and I don’t mean trying to become
besties
with one another.

“I don’t think you girls realize this show will either make or break your career. If you aren’t up for the challenge, just let me know because we are going to David’s bar tonight and I’m sure I can find your replacements.”

With that, I turn and make my way into my office. The best way for me to get David’s interest off of me, is to get it on someone else.

I make my way into my office feeling quite self-assured that I have handled David.

As soon as I sit down at my desk, David comes, barging through the door.

He leans over my desk and glares at me, “I know what you are doing and it won’t work.”

“Speaking of work, David, why don’t you do some?”

“Whether you like it or not, you need me, Linda. If you want this show to be a hit, then you had better change your attitude.”

With that, he storms out of my office and whether I want to admit it or not, he is right…