On Becoming His - Lessons Learned (12 page)

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“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
Jessie gazed at her watch and groaned. This was ridiculous. How in the hell could she have been so stupid? His plane was due to arrive in less than an hour and instead of cleaning the house in preparation, she’d been lounging all morning. And frustrating. Luke didn’t care so much about whether the house was clean or not but she did. Organization was her friend. Now she was searching for one thick piece of rubber, knowing the piece was no doubt going to get her into all kinds of bad girl trouble. Maybe she deserved whatever look of disappointment Luke gave her. Well of course she did! He’d been so specific about the way she was supposed to be when he arrived. Boy, oh boy.

Groaning, she scanned the perimeter of her bedroom, trying to figure out where the hell she’d left the damn toy. One too many glasses of wine had certainly been her nemesis. Not only because she couldn’t remember certain now important details about the night, but also because she couldn’t seem to find the God damn vibrator.
She’d done this not once, but two nights in a row. This so wasn’t good. Oh yeah, she could see his face if
he
found the damn sex toy. “Wait a minute.”

For a few seconds she rolled her eyes and resisted the urge to continue searching.
A few seconds later a chill rolled over her. Never in her life had she experienced something so powerful, so controlling. She was as submissive. Now she was frantic.

Tossing the pillows off the bed, she brushed her hands up and down the sheet.
No toy.
Next she raced into the bathroom and even checked near the toilet.
No toy.
Laughing, she glanced at her reflection and shook her head as she pointed her finger. “You’re asking for trouble girl.” Where the hell had she been the last night? Going room by room she continued lifting and throwing pillows in her search. Thirty minutes later she stood in the kitchen and closed her eyes. She remembered talking to her friend and then a few emails, all with one glass of wine after the other. Then there had been his series of sexy texts and her hunger and another glass of wine and…

Her eyes opening wide, she knew. Somehow her feet couldn’t fly fast enough as she moved into the living room, glaring at the oversized space like the damn area was going to tell her all its hidden secrets. Scoffing at her thoughts, she honed in on the empty wine glass on the coffee table. “Ah ha!”
Kicking the ottoman she glared down at the floor. Only dust bunnies met her angry look. Giving the couch a hard shove, she pressed her hands down the soft material of her dress, wiping off a slick of sweat. Next she huffed and lowered down to her knees, peering underneath. The sunlight cascading into the room allowed her to see there was nothing but a slipper located in the shadowed space.

Holding the fuzzy shoe in her hand, she couldn’t help but giggle. How in the world had this ended up under the couch? Tossing the slipper over her shoulder, she beat her hands on top of the cushions, her heart racing. Lowering her head, she exhaled slowly. “Dumb girl. Dumbass girl.” Yep. She certainly was. This was the last place she’d shoved the thick shaft into her wet cunt. Had to be.

Jessie scrambled over the overturned, overstuffed sectional pieces and wondered, not for the first time, why the hell did she buy such overpriced furniture?  Of course, she knew the answer, IKEA had it on sale and she couldn’t resist.  Now she was desperately searching for a lost item amid the mountain of cushions.  An item she had to find before Luke came home and accidentally sat down on it
.  Oh my God! That would be so funny.  Hmm, maybe not
.

Her mind drifted
back to
those
words. 
“Jessie, remember – you aren’t allowed to pleasure yourself while I’m gone. If you break that rule, I will know – because you’re going to tell me. Do you understand?”

She’d smiled submissively.
  “Yes, I understand.”  The look in his eyes made her moist.  “Yes Sir,” she corrected. That was Monday. Last night, as well as the night before, had been an entirely different story. She was guilty as charged and part of her wasn’t feeling but so bad about it either.
Okay. Good girl. Bad girl. Good girl…
“Shit.”

In a little over an hour
, Luke would be walking through the front door. She had the best of intentions, but she missed him so damn much. It hadn’t been until the damn afternoon with her best friend, the one who gave her notions of the old girl that she’d really thought about disobeying. What in the world had she done with the damn toy?

“I know you’re here. So where?”
Think. Come on.
Jessie slapped her hand over her mouth and walked toward the window. The sun was in her eyes but she knew she had to have a little while longer before he arrived. Time to calm down and at minimum put the wrecked living room back into shape. Then she’d creep into the room after Sir Luke was asleep and find the toy – one way or the other. She jerked a pillow from the floor and instead of placing the fluffy piece on top of the couch she beat the arm over and over again. “Damn you! Shit! Where are you?”

Oh,
that
made her feel a lot better. Jessie groaned and wiped the beads of perspiration from her forehead. Temper tantrums certainly didn’t become her. Rubbing her eyes, she was about ready to give up her when she heard a noise. The sound of the front door opening startled her.  No, it couldn’t be.
No fucking way.
Blinking furiously, she cursed a livid blue streak.

“Honey, I’m home.”
Walking into the room, Luke smiled brightly, his face beaming. “Were you cursing when I walked in?”

Oh Fuck
“Cursing? No. I was just squealing with glee,” Jessie said as she adjusted her dress and stole a glance at the wrecked room.
Act nonchalant.
“You’re home early. My goodness. I’m so glad. A good trip?” Was her voice squeaky?

“I wanted to surprise you.” As Luke’s eyes swept the room he sighed
, then took a step toward her as he dropped his briefcase to the floor. “Everything okay?”

“Fine! Just fine. Why do you ask?” Oh yeah, this was going to fly.
She brushed a hand down her wrinkled dress before snagging her fingers in her hair and realized she must look as messy as the room, no as the entire house did. Why oh why did he have to actually come home early?

“Jezebel.”

“Sir? I’m fine. Seriously, why are you asking?” The nervous twitch in her eye was driving her insane.

“
Let me think about this. Why would I be asking such a thing? Because the house is a mess and that’s not like you.” Rubbing his jaw he raised his eyebrow.

“I’m sorry. I was just trying to straighten up after vacuuming.” Seeing the rolling dust bunnies floating across the floor, she would give promises to Satan for the rest of her life if he didn’t notice the place was a mess.

“Hmmm… Come here. Where is my proper greeting?”

Dropping to her knees, she crawled toward him, eager to simply be in his arms and to please him.
And hopefully to get his mind off whether or not she’d been a bad girl. “I’ve so missed you. Last night I was beside myself after we talked.”

“Evidently.”

Jessie could tell he was trying hard to figure out what the hell was going on. As she slid her hands up his inner thighs, she rested her head against his groin. The feel of his hard cock pushing into his linen pants gave her more than one shiver. This time she wasn’t entirely certain her reaction was all about desire. She pressed her face into his crotch, breathing in his husky scent. There was something so very satisfying about being close to him. “I missed you so much.”

“And I missed you,” Luke said quietly as he
raked his hand through her hair. “Very much. I have a few surprised in store.”

“Surprises?” Glancing up at him she could see a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Luke lowered his head, his look intense. “Only if you’re very good.”

Jessie stroked the growing bulge between his legs and gave him her most heated look. “I will be. Promise.”

“Sinful tease.”

“
Mmm… May I suck your cock?”

“This afternoon I’d prefer a kiss. Come here.” Easing her to her feet, he cupped her face with one hand as he rubbed the other down her back. “You’re tense.”

“Just a lot on my mind.”
Tell him another lie.
Blinking furiously, she swallowed hard, praying to God he didn’t gather what was going on.

Bringing her face toward his, he captured her mouth, instantly pressing his tongue inside. As he ground his hips back and forth across hers, he slipped his fingers under her dress, patting her ass.

Her heart racing, she wrapped her hand around his neck, drinking in the sweet essence of her Sir as guilt continued to race through her. When he broke the kiss she whimpered.

“God, I’ve missed you. You have no idea how much my hunger has grown during this week. Tell me, kitty
kat, has yours?”

Jessie took a step back, her eyes darting back and forth across Luke's face. A flash crossed in the back of her mind. There was no doubt he knew what she'd been up to. He always knew. There wasn’t a thing she could get away with and why she continued to try was beyond her.
After all, he was her Sir. Nonchalantly wiping a bead of perspiration from her forehead, she smiled. "I've missed you every night."

“Interesting.”

“What about the surprises you mentioned?”

“You can be such a girl,” Luke said as he laughed. “First,
I’ve taken the liberty of accepting an invitation for us tonight to attend what sound like a fascinating event. I want you to dress accordingly so I can show you off.”

“Yes, S
ir.” An event? This was unexpected. Granted, she loved the fact Luke wanted to parade her around in front of a group of men and women who valued the type of relationship she and Luke were sharing. Trust and respect was upmost in the world of Domination and submission and for Luke to want to draw any attention to the status of their relationship was extraordinary. Absently she brushed the tip of her finger back and forth across her collar.

“I can’t wait to show everyone how we’ve grown together.” Lowering his head, he brushed
his lips across hers. “And then there’s much more to come.”

As she took a series of steps backward she almost tripped and was forced to grip the arm of the couch. Darting a glance
toward the cushions, she could feel heat rising in her face. Suddenly the toy came into view. Shit! The tip of the blue vibrator was right there. God! She nonchalantly tried to push down the rubber, hiding her indiscretions. No such luck. The damn thing popped up.

"Jezebel, have you been a good little girl?" Easing toward her, Luke gazed d
own the length of her and placed his hands on his hips. "I have a feeling you've been very naughty. Tell me the truth."

There is no doubt what would happen if she lied but how could she admit to something so bad?
So many thoughts raced through her mind, including Tabitha’s less than stellar admonishments. Wait a minute? Was she really second guessing his decision or something else?
God no. No, God no…
Jessie looked away.

“What is it, Jezebel?
Please tell me what’s going on. The house is a wreck, you’re obviously upset and I can tell you have something bothering you. In fact, you look guilty.”

“Guilty?” She should know better than to try and hide anything from him.

“Very. What is it?” Sitting down on the arm of the couch he shook his head.

“Nothing. Really.” Her stomach was killing her.

“Tell me.”

There was no way she was getting out of this one. “You know how much I’ve missed you, right?”

“Of course. I love that.” Luke smiled as he nodded.

Fidgeting, she moved back and forth between
his feet. “Well Friday night when you and I were talking you made me really hot. And the texts last night weren’t any better.”

“And you made me
extremely hard.”

“Good! I mean I’m glad, Sir.” Why was this so hard?
Because you can never admit to being wrong.
The words were true enough. One of the things Luke talked to her about frequently was how she couldn’t answer a question simply. She always had an excuse. She always countered his question with a ten paragraph answer. Now wasn’t going to be any different.

“Answer the question. What did you do?”
His voice was growing slightly agitated.

“
Well, I was missing you and I had lunch with my girlfriend the other day and she reminded me that I was a person and had a right to enjoy my life when you aren’t here and that I could do things for me and we had some wine and…”

Holding up his hand Luke interrupted her and growled.
He walked closer to the couch and peered down, a grin popping across his face. “I am going to ask you this one more time. What did you do?”

Swallowing hard, she sucked in her breath
and gazed in his direction.
Tell him. Just fucking tell him.
“I used a toy last night and um, Friday night as well. I couldn’t help it.”