Cherry Bomb (5 page)

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 slumped 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 hand. “Those are mine.”

I pulled on the papers, causing them to rip.
He balled them up and threw the papers 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.

Inhaling a sharp intake of air, he tilted his
head as his eyes closed. I could almost feel the current coming off
his body. “I had hung there for well over half an 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 to 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, and 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 thanked the good
Lord we were alone when I noticed my skirt was gaping 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 waistband. She popped the
button and released my dick. I was about to come 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. His
lips lifted into a sinister smile when he saw how I was sprawled
out in my chair.

“I think you get the idea,” he said and bit
his lip.

I was sure it was 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. Webb. Don’t you? In BDSM, you’re
free to be yourself sexually. This 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-out. I cracked, picked up the glass of water, and took a sip of
it causing us to break eye contact.

“Couldn’t you 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. Webb? I will gladly be
your guide.”

My panties instantly damped. “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 are you not?”

“Abuse is a hard subject for me. Someone I
care about was brutally forced. 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 that Sir was regarded as a
celebrity within the walls of the Pier. He explained that The
Dungeon hosted mixers there weekly and a few other gatherings from
time to time. 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.

I led her out to the edge of the Mississippi
River where The Pier had built a long dock; which spanned the
entire edge of the property. My stomach was still grumbling from
all the food I had 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, my safest bet was to leave.
All I could imagine doing was tying her to the cross at the dungeon
and showing her how amazing my lifestyle was.
Showing is 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 the hair off her face. “Cherry, as a
sub, you would have all the say. It takes an untold amount of
strength to give it freely to her master without question.”

"How is that?" she whispered, her eyes closed
tightly, and she shivered at my side.

"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.”

She sat down on a nearby bench and looked out
over the waves. “I recently discovered the man I’ve been married to
since I was twenty had been screwing everything with two legs and
willing; including my so called best friend.”

“Your boss?”

She shook her head and scrunched up that cute
little nose of hers.
Holy hell, cute. I never think anything is
cute.

“No, why would you say that?”

She held her head down in obvious shame. It
infuriated me. I was there to help the bastard who caused that
look. I needed to get myself back on track. My phone buzzed in my
pocket. I glanced at it and saw my brother’s name flash on the
screen. Turning toward Cherry, I 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.

“Shithead,” Billy said. I was not in the
mood. I had what I needed, waiting for me on the edge of the mighty
Mississippi.

“What?” I asked and waved over to Cherry who
was sitting on a deck, overlooking the water.

“I need you to go to New York next week?”

“Why?”

“To be a chorus boy. A job. Why else?” Billy
said.

“I’ll call you tomorrow. I’ve run into some
unseen complications.”

“Is this complication a she or a thing?”

“None of your damn business.”

I pushed end on the phone, tossed it onto the
ground, and sat down on the edge of the shore to look out over the
horizon.

All women were the same. They were no more
than a job for me. We meet, they fall to their knees, and I get my
evidence. I sure as hell didn’t let feelings get involved with even
the hottest of them. So I couldn’t figure out why Cherry was so
different. I felt a hand on my shoulder and a body slip down beside
me.

“Are you okay?”

“Not really.” I tried composing my dominant
persona. It didn’t quite work. Cherry made it easy to let my guard
down and truly be myself. She started trailing her hand up and down
my back. Fuck, it felt good. I felt myself leaning into her. Shit,
get it together, Drake. “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
laid my head over on hers.

“I really need to go.” 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’d 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 sat there long after she left, pondering my future.
Something told me that my life was about to change forever.

I sat in the middle of my living room
stroking a large white box 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. Webb, the last two nights have been
medicine to my all-too-damaged soul. Tonight, I don’t plan on
talking, but showing. Come ready for a night I hope you never
forget. Until then, D

My heart sunk to my groin. He didn’t sign it
Sir, but D. It was not his name, but it was one step closer to
breaking through to the prize that was Master. I carefully opened
it, trying 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
panties set. I examined them, shocked they were the correct size
for my large frame. Tucked into a pair of six-inch heels was
another note. I traced my index finger over what was obvious male
handwriting. It was bold, masculine, and sensual, just like the man
who wrote it.

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.

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 toward 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 then
editing, which I dreaded, my article. Just listening to Sir’s
smooth, lyrical voice on my recorder caused lust to pool dark and
dangerous in the little black panties Sir sent me. It had been so
long since I felt anything; it was strange how he affected me.

I had to quell the ever-growing 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 it
so that it fell in thick, soft curls down my back. Thanks to James
insisting that I stayed perfectly put together the last sixteen
years, I was a pro at makeup. That night, I wanted to appear more
polished than ever. I think I hit the mark too, even I could see I
was somewhat hot.