Beg Me: Part Fourteen
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By Tracy Ames
Published on November 10, 2009
“You’re not working in bed are you?” Sydney asked Mark in passing, she went into the dressing area.
“No, I was checking emails.” Mark sat his laptop aside. “That was fast. How did it go?”
“It didn’t. I refused to speak to her.”
Mark grinned, impressed with her tenacity. “You’re torturing her.”
“Just a little. She needs to think about what she has done.” Sydney climbed into bed and snuggled into Mark’s side.
“How are you going to handle the situation?”
“I haven’t decided. On one hand, I understand why she would act out yet on the other I can’t see why she didn’t leave my service.”
“Ha!” Mark laughed and kissed her upturned lips. “She didn’t leave because you’re Sydney Cummings. Working for you is a pledge anyone would kill for. She probably raked in double her salary in gifts and favors from anyone hoping to gain an audience with you. The guidelines aren’t in place to hinder our assistants from living their own lives. They’re in place to protect them from getting caught up in drama,” He said with unrealized passion. “She betrayed your thrust meanwhile Charles and Natalie have served you well and put their relationship on the backburner for eight years without so much as a thank you.”
“Like you said, there are guidelines that are in place to protect them from people trying to gain favor with me. I depend on them to protect me. I can’t have them the subject gossip.”
At that Mark sat up and cupped Sydney face. “Sweetheart, our relationship could have single-handedly destroyed their lives. When the news of our relationship broke, they didn’t skip a beat. Unquestioningly, they protected both of us. Not just you, but both of us. Sydney, we didn’t break the rules. We rewrote them. No one will ever question another Dom/Domme union of our caliber again. This was no small feat and they jumped into the fire without prompt. We owe them the same respect.”
Sydney’s chest sank. “Call Charles, let’s talk.” she conceded.
Meanwhile, Natalie double checked the girl’s dresses; black A-line knee length silk shantung spaghetti strap dresses with a beaded and embroidered empire bodice that was sure to turn every head in the room. She hung the last of the two dresses in the dressing area and couldn’t help but feel a sense of sorrow. This was the first year she wouldn’t be attending and the one she most longed to attend. It was her last time to see Charles publicly without raising suspicion. During his apprenticeship their relationship had been uncomplicated: work, home, dinner, chat, and bed. A normal relationship. But the moment Charles became a Dom in his own right it was over---as though it’d never happened. They only saw one another when he came to handle business with Sydney and public events but never allowed to openly acknowledge each other. Natalie tried desperately to get over him but the harder she tried the deeper she fell.
Charles faired no better. He could get that little chocolate covered geisha doll out of his mind. His thoughts often went to them lying in bed the morning of his “graduation”. He lay with his arms draped around her soft almost fragile body watching the day take its shape outside the picture window and silently praying for the moment to linger just a little while longer—let her rest a little while longer.
It was of no use. Natalie had been awake for hours swaddled in his delicious embrace, lost the feel of his warm breath caressing the back of her neck. Swallowing her grief as best she could. But with each moment that passed, her sense of loss became increasingly protracted and painful.
One last time, they made love. Within hours, their relationship was over.
Natalie shook those images out of her head as she hung Sydney’s gown beside the others. She smiled weakly, impressed by her own design: a sage duchess satin strapless A-line gown, with a draped bodice accented with tiny crystals and chocolate sash hitting its empire waist in just the right spot then gathered in the back. “Understated elegance,” she said aloud, staring at the gown. She felt Charles’s arms snake around her waist from behind.
“Hey,” He kissed her necked and rest his chin on her shoulder, gazing at the gown.
“Hey,” Natalie’s logic side pleaded with her to pull away from him but the sentimental side won out this time. She leaned her head into his.
“Is that Sydney’s dress?”
“Yeah.”
“Is this is your handiwork?”
“I sketched it out for the seamstress.”
“It’s beautiful.”
It’s perfect,” Natalie run her hand over the crystals. Then a knot turned in her stomach, she closed her eyes ruefully. “She’s going to look magnificent. I wish I could see the looks on everyone’s faces when she walks in.
“You might have that chance.” Charles said with a warm smile in his voice.
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve spoken to Mark about us. I wanted him to approach Sydney. It turns out that he already has.”
Natalie’s chest caved in, she couldn’t move. “When did this happen?”
“I spoke to Mark earlier today about our situation. He mentioned that he’d already spoken to Sydney about it a few days ago. Has she mentioned anything to you?”
“He knew about us? No, she hasn’t spoken to me.” Traces of panic clipped her voice.
Charles shrugged. “Well that’s a good sign I guess.”
“That’s a horrible sign. You see how she’s treating #3, as though nothing has happened. Oh God, this is going to be brutal. She’s going fire me, Charles.”
He held her as close as humanly possible knowing very well her words could be true. “Relax, we have Mark on our side.”
Natalie gave a short laugh. “You know better than anyone that my Mistress can’t be cajoled into doing anything she doesn’t want to do regardless of whose backing it has. Now what’s going to happen when, not if, when she objects? I’m fired and you’re finished. Then what’s next?”
“I’ll teach, you’ll find another job outside of the community and we’ll be together.” Charles said matter-of-factly.
Natalie couldn’t disagree with him more. “No, we won’t. This is my life, I enjoy serving my Mistress. She depends on me and yes, she can be difficult but I wouldn’t trade her for the world.”
Charles smiled to himself and then his phone rang. “I’ll be there in a second.” He said then turned his attention to Natalie. “That was Mark,” he sighed. “They want to see me.”
Natalie looked like a deer in headlights. “Should I go with you?”
“No, I’ll be fine.” He tried to sound upbeat for her sake. “Well, it’s off to the “field of screams.” He kissed her cheek and run upstairs. He knocked, entered and stood waiting for the fur to fly.
But it didn’t. Sydney and Mark sat up in bed and offered him a seat.
“What’s this I hear about you and Natalie?” Sydney intoned dryly.
“We dated for five years up until the time my apprenticeship was completed. After then, we never spent anytime personal time alone until recently.” Charles remarked equally as dry.
“Have you slept with her since then?”
“Never.”
“Why not?”
“It’s goes against regulation.”
“Your relationship as a whole goes against regulation. Why stop at the bedroom?”
Charles pinched his lips, coming up with the correct reply. “Continuing a sexual relationship would only have made matters worse. Besides, it’s not about sex with Natalie.”
“Do you love her?”
“Desperately.”
“Then why not leave my service and be together. You would risk my disfavor to be with her?”
“No,” Charles answered without hesitation.
“Why?”
“Because your happiness and her happiness are one in the same.”
Sydney shot a ‘good answer’ look to Mark before continuing. “You realize the position you’ve put me in. Charles, you’re supposed to be smarter than this. You’re my next in command. Why didn’t you come to me?”
Both Charles and Mark gave her befuddled expressions.
“You said it yourself: I’m your next in command. Sydney Cummings doesn’t relinquish control to anyone, so for you to make that statement means that I’ve proven myself capable. I neither asked for nor were given the title. I have worked my ass off and earned it. And with all due respect, you’re not the most accommodating person,” Charles said with proud caution. “We have observed all restrictions, none more so than Natalie. You appointed her as your closest assistant for good reason: you trust her above all the others, she is the most reliable and, dare I say it, you ‘like’ her. You’ve never liked anyone!”
“Don’t be a wiseass.” Sydney gave a slight grin.
“I’m not being a wiseass. To be honest, I almost pissed my pants when my phone rang,” he threw his hands up.
“I have that effect on men.”
“You have that effect on everyone.” Mark added and was met with Sydney’s rolling eyes. “I’m offering my opinion as an objective outsider. It’s not my place to judge the situation; this is Sydney’s personal affair. You both know where I stand on the matter. Charles, you and Natalie have my support. Sydney, I will respect whatever choice you make.”
Charles wasn’t able to reads Sydney’s reaction. Her face was blank save a small flicker in the corner of her eyes.
“Charles, it’s not that simple. I know that you can’t help who you fall in love with but at the same time….” Sydney stopped and sighed. “I need time to think this over.
A semi victorious smile crossed his lips. “So…that’s not a ‘no’?”
Sydney’s frown concealed a smile as she watched the exchange between Charles and Mark. “No, it’s not a definite “no” but it’s not a “yes”. I need you to understand my position. I don’t have a problem with you and Natalie dating however I can’t have you distracted. I need your full attention and if you can’t give me that then…” she stopped again, frustrated that she couldn’t find the words to articulate her feelings.
“I think what Sydney is getting at is simple: she needs you to be prepared to take the wheel and to be quite honest, I don’t think you’re ready.” Mark observed.
“What? You gave us your support!” Charles said, his anger began to rise. How could Mark flip sides so quickly.
“I will support you but I don’t think you’re ready to take on Sydney’s responsibilities. Sydney has the legacy of her father to uphold and the livelihood of her underlings to consider. One major mistake on her part can ruin lives. She’s trying to build a,” Mark turned to Sydney searching for his words. “She’s trying to build a dynasty of sorts; something tangible to leave the community should she decide to step down. You’ve seen her work; you know how intense she can be. What most people don’t see is the burden she carries. So please don’t take what I’m about to say the wrong way. I think you’re clever, perceptive and earnest but I don’t think you’re ready. You’re nearly there but not yet.”
Charles nodded in agreement. “What areas need to be addressed?”
**The Conclusion**
For Your Viewing Pleasure...."Beg Me" Part Fourteen
Top Dom/mes, Sydney Cummings, an African-American Goddess and Mark Bryant, a man with a body that was chiseled from a slab of solid hotness, have a score to settle. Who will be the first to beg? With both of their reputations on the line, this is going to be a fight to the very end.
This story is sensual, sexy, and HOT...you've been warned
For Your Viewing Pleasure...."Beg Me" Part Fourteen
Top Dom/mes, Sydney Cummings, an African-American Goddess and Mark Bryant, a man with a body that was chiseled from a slab of solid hotness, have a score to settle. Who will be the first to beg? With both of their reputations on the line, this is going to be a fight to the very end.
This story is sensual, sexy, and HOT...you've been warned
Beg Me: Part Fourteen
“You’re not working in bed are you?” Sydney asked Mark in passing, she went into the dressing area.
“No, I was checking emails.” Mark sat his laptop aside. “That was fast. How did it go?”
“It didn’t. I refused to speak to her.”
Mark grinned, impressed with her tenacity. “You’re torturing her.”
“Just a little. She needs to think about what she has done.” Sydney climbed into bed and snuggled into Mark’s side.
“How are you going to handle the situation?”
“I haven’t decided. On one hand, I understand why she would act out yet on the other I can’t see why she didn’t leave my service.”
“Ha!” Mark laughed and kissed her upturned lips. “She didn’t leave because you’re Sydney Cummings. Working for you is a pledge anyone would kill for. She probably raked in double her salary in gifts and favors from anyone hoping to gain an audience with you. The guidelines aren’t in place to hinder our assistants from living their own lives. They’re in place to protect them from getting caught up in drama,” He said with unrealized passion. “She betrayed your thrust meanwhile Charles and Natalie have served you well and put their relationship on the backburner for eight years without so much as a thank you.”
“Like you said, there are guidelines that are in place to protect them from people trying to gain favor with me. I depend on them to protect me. I can’t have them the subject gossip.”
At that Mark sat up and cupped Sydney face. “Sweetheart, our relationship could have single-handedly destroyed their lives. When the news of our relationship broke, they didn’t skip a beat. Unquestioningly, they protected both of us. Not just you, but both of us. Sydney, we didn’t break the rules. We rewrote them. No one will ever question another Dom/Domme union of our caliber again. This was no small feat and they jumped into the fire without prompt. We owe them the same respect.”
Sydney’s chest sank. “Call Charles, let’s talk.” she conceded.
Meanwhile, Natalie double checked the girl’s dresses; black A-line knee length silk shantung spaghetti strap dresses with a beaded and embroidered empire bodice that was sure to turn every head in the room. She hung the last of the two dresses in the dressing area and couldn’t help but feel a sense of sorrow. This was the first year she wouldn’t be attending and the one she most longed to attend. It was her last time to see Charles publicly without raising suspicion. During his apprenticeship their relationship had been uncomplicated: work, home, dinner, chat, and bed. A normal relationship. But the moment Charles became a Dom in his own right it was over---as though it’d never happened. They only saw one another when he came to handle business with Sydney and public events but never allowed to openly acknowledge each other. Natalie tried desperately to get over him but the harder she tried the deeper she fell.
Charles faired no better. He could get that little chocolate covered geisha doll out of his mind. His thoughts often went to them lying in bed the morning of his “graduation”. He lay with his arms draped around her soft almost fragile body watching the day take its shape outside the picture window and silently praying for the moment to linger just a little while longer—let her rest a little while longer.
It was of no use. Natalie had been awake for hours swaddled in his delicious embrace, lost the feel of his warm breath caressing the back of her neck. Swallowing her grief as best she could. But with each moment that passed, her sense of loss became increasingly protracted and painful.
One last time, they made love. Within hours, their relationship was over.
Natalie shook those images out of her head as she hung Sydney’s gown beside the others. She smiled weakly, impressed by her own design: a sage duchess satin strapless A-line gown, with a draped bodice accented with tiny crystals and chocolate sash hitting its empire waist in just the right spot then gathered in the back. “Understated elegance,” she said aloud, staring at the gown. She felt Charles’s arms snake around her waist from behind.
“Hey,” He kissed her necked and rest his chin on her shoulder, gazing at the gown.
“Hey,” Natalie’s logic side pleaded with her to pull away from him but the sentimental side won out this time. She leaned her head into his.
“Is that Sydney’s dress?”
“Yeah.”
“Is this is your handiwork?”
“I sketched it out for the seamstress.”
“It’s beautiful.”
It’s perfect,” Natalie run her hand over the crystals. Then a knot turned in her stomach, she closed her eyes ruefully. “She’s going to look magnificent. I wish I could see the looks on everyone’s faces when she walks in.
“You might have that chance.” Charles said with a warm smile in his voice.
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve spoken to Mark about us. I wanted him to approach Sydney. It turns out that he already has.”
Natalie’s chest caved in, she couldn’t move. “When did this happen?”
“I spoke to Mark earlier today about our situation. He mentioned that he’d already spoken to Sydney about it a few days ago. Has she mentioned anything to you?”
“He knew about us? No, she hasn’t spoken to me.” Traces of panic clipped her voice.
Charles shrugged. “Well that’s a good sign I guess.”
“That’s a horrible sign. You see how she’s treating #3, as though nothing has happened. Oh God, this is going to be brutal. She’s going fire me, Charles.”
He held her as close as humanly possible knowing very well her words could be true. “Relax, we have Mark on our side.”
Natalie gave a short laugh. “You know better than anyone that my Mistress can’t be cajoled into doing anything she doesn’t want to do regardless of whose backing it has. Now what’s going to happen when, not if, when she objects? I’m fired and you’re finished. Then what’s next?”
“I’ll teach, you’ll find another job outside of the community and we’ll be together.” Charles said matter-of-factly.
Natalie couldn’t disagree with him more. “No, we won’t. This is my life, I enjoy serving my Mistress. She depends on me and yes, she can be difficult but I wouldn’t trade her for the world.”
Charles smiled to himself and then his phone rang. “I’ll be there in a second.” He said then turned his attention to Natalie. “That was Mark,” he sighed. “They want to see me.”
Natalie looked like a deer in headlights. “Should I go with you?”
“No, I’ll be fine.” He tried to sound upbeat for her sake. “Well, it’s off to the “field of screams.” He kissed her cheek and run upstairs. He knocked, entered and stood waiting for the fur to fly.
But it didn’t. Sydney and Mark sat up in bed and offered him a seat.
“What’s this I hear about you and Natalie?” Sydney intoned dryly.
“We dated for five years up until the time my apprenticeship was completed. After then, we never spent anytime personal time alone until recently.” Charles remarked equally as dry.
“Have you slept with her since then?”
“Never.”
“Why not?”
“It’s goes against regulation.”
“Your relationship as a whole goes against regulation. Why stop at the bedroom?”
Charles pinched his lips, coming up with the correct reply. “Continuing a sexual relationship would only have made matters worse. Besides, it’s not about sex with Natalie.”
“Do you love her?”
“Desperately.”
“Then why not leave my service and be together. You would risk my disfavor to be with her?”
“No,” Charles answered without hesitation.
“Why?”
“Because your happiness and her happiness are one in the same.”
Sydney shot a ‘good answer’ look to Mark before continuing. “You realize the position you’ve put me in. Charles, you’re supposed to be smarter than this. You’re my next in command. Why didn’t you come to me?”
Both Charles and Mark gave her befuddled expressions.
“You said it yourself: I’m your next in command. Sydney Cummings doesn’t relinquish control to anyone, so for you to make that statement means that I’ve proven myself capable. I neither asked for nor were given the title. I have worked my ass off and earned it. And with all due respect, you’re not the most accommodating person,” Charles said with proud caution. “We have observed all restrictions, none more so than Natalie. You appointed her as your closest assistant for good reason: you trust her above all the others, she is the most reliable and, dare I say it, you ‘like’ her. You’ve never liked anyone!”
“Don’t be a wiseass.” Sydney gave a slight grin.
“I’m not being a wiseass. To be honest, I almost pissed my pants when my phone rang,” he threw his hands up.
“I have that effect on men.”
“You have that effect on everyone.” Mark added and was met with Sydney’s rolling eyes. “I’m offering my opinion as an objective outsider. It’s not my place to judge the situation; this is Sydney’s personal affair. You both know where I stand on the matter. Charles, you and Natalie have my support. Sydney, I will respect whatever choice you make.”
Charles wasn’t able to reads Sydney’s reaction. Her face was blank save a small flicker in the corner of her eyes.
“Charles, it’s not that simple. I know that you can’t help who you fall in love with but at the same time….” Sydney stopped and sighed. “I need time to think this over.
A semi victorious smile crossed his lips. “So…that’s not a ‘no’?”
Sydney’s frown concealed a smile as she watched the exchange between Charles and Mark. “No, it’s not a definite “no” but it’s not a “yes”. I need you to understand my position. I don’t have a problem with you and Natalie dating however I can’t have you distracted. I need your full attention and if you can’t give me that then…” she stopped again, frustrated that she couldn’t find the words to articulate her feelings.
“I think what Sydney is getting at is simple: she needs you to be prepared to take the wheel and to be quite honest, I don’t think you’re ready.” Mark observed.
“What? You gave us your support!” Charles said, his anger began to rise. How could Mark flip sides so quickly.
“I will support you but I don’t think you’re ready to take on Sydney’s responsibilities. Sydney has the legacy of her father to uphold and the livelihood of her underlings to consider. One major mistake on her part can ruin lives. She’s trying to build a,” Mark turned to Sydney searching for his words. “She’s trying to build a dynasty of sorts; something tangible to leave the community should she decide to step down. You’ve seen her work; you know how intense she can be. What most people don’t see is the burden she carries. So please don’t take what I’m about to say the wrong way. I think you’re clever, perceptive and earnest but I don’t think you’re ready. You’re nearly there but not yet.”
Charles nodded in agreement. “What areas need to be addressed?”
Beg Me: Part Fourteen
“There aren’t any specific areas,” Sydney remarked. “We need polish your rough edges and seeing that Mark is here I’m sure he could teach you a thing or two.”
“I look forward to it.” Charles accepted with a light smile to Mark. His brow wrinkle and his eyes darted between Mark and Sydney sitting up in bed in their pajamas staring back at him. “Hhhmm.”
“What?” Sydney looked him up and down.
“Nothing,” he said briskly. “Sitting here with the two of you, it finally stuck me.”
“What?” Mark asked.
Charles placed his fist against his mouth. “My God, you two are powerful. Do you know how many people would kill to be in my position right now? There are people who’d pay to be a fly on these walls.”
“That is the reason we demand loyalty from those closest to us.” said Sydney.
“You have my undying devotion.” Charles stood bowing in mocking fashion.
“I’ve never doubted you, Charles,” Sydney paused. “I haven’t properly thanked you for what you’ve done over the last few weeks. You came through when I needed you. Thank you.”
“Not a problem. I’d do it again and knowing you two, I’ll have to. Good night.”
“Charles,” Sydney called to him before he slipped through the door. “I’ll let you know my decisions tomorrow.”
Charles looked like the wind had been knocked out of him. “Wait, so I still can’t sleep with her?”
“Of course not! I haven’t given my full consent. Give me until the morning. Don’t mention this to Natalie. I don’t want her freaking out. Tell her that I’m still thinking about it.”
Charles gazed at Sydney in disbelief. He couldn’t understand why she’d refuse him. She’d never refused him anything. In the end he decided it wasn’t worth the fight and said his goodnights.
“That was wrong Sydney,” Mark rose from the bed removing his clothes. “There was no reason for you to deny Charles.”
Sydney bit her bottom lip as she watched Mark disrobe exposing his hard athletic build and beautiful ass. She’d always admired his body however lately she couldn’t get enough of him. Even during her ‘blue period’ she wanted him close. Now watching him undress before her, she couldn’t help but wonder what she’d done to deserve him. He caught her eyes and she fought the urge to rip him apart.
“You’d better get those clothes off.”
Sydney blushed. “But what if Charles and Natalie are still here?”
“Then they’ll hear me putting through the mattress. Get your clothes off.”
“Tonight I’m in control.”
Mark eased Sydney onto her back, spread her legs, ran his hand down her mound and slipped a finger into her wet pussy.
Sydney’s walls gripped his digit and her body shook.
Mark gave a devilish grin. “You’ve cum twice. I think we both know who’s in control tonight.” He placed her feet on the bed with your knees bent, her thighs spread wide and then wider until Sydney released an uncomfortable moan. He kissed her inner thigh as he positioned himself between her legs, resting casually on one elbow; nonchalantly gazing at Sydney’s twitching lips. “I see someone wants to get fuck tonight.” He said arrogantly.
Mark began making long gentle figure eights over her mound and down to her slick lips. Then lazily down the length of her throbbing slit, opening her lips, and the slowly wandering up and down, up and down , as if Sydney wasn’t on the verge of ripping his head off.
Her legs spread indecently wide, exposed to his every perverted desire. She felt his crystal blue eyes combing over every inch of her. She willed him to have his way with her; violate her in ways no man had had never dared for as long as he wanted, for as harder as he wanted so long as it happened within the next few seconds. The wet sound of him playing rhythm guitar on her pussy filled the room. Silently, she pleaded for him to move faster, lick her, suck her, or anything. But her pleads fell on def ears. Mark’s idle fingertip toyed mercilessly with her orgasm. Every touch and breath drove her that much closer. Sydney lay perfectly still enraptured in his performance listening to her own pussy betray her.
“Mark,” she whimpered.
“Yes my love,” He answered running his fingertip from the lower to upper part of the lip, as though he were tracing one side of a parenthesis while gently tickling her clit ever so lightly.
“Please lick it,” Sydney forced each syllable from her throat.
“Not yet. But soon,”
“Oh God,” Sydney descended into limp fluffy white submission, accepting Mark’s morbid fascination with her pussy as his primitive birthright. Her moans, her gasps and cries, a benediction affirming his lordship over her. Her legs spread unbearably wide, Sydney lie protracted offering her swollen clit to up to him, begging for his acceptance, calling for his oral attention.
“I love when you spread your thighs for me,” His soft words rippled across her lips, his finger moving in and out. “You love me, don’t you?”
“Of course I love you.” Her pussy searched for him. She needed to feel his mouth.
“Do I please you, Sydney?” His tongue soft and relaxed he licked her from her entrance up to her clit and followed the outer edges of her slit along both sides.
“Yes,” Sydney barely managed. Her lungs started to burn and gasp for air. An overwhelming flood of calmness came over he; an unfolding, an unraveling, an acquiescence through oral pleasure best described as Nirvana.
Mark exposed her clit giving it a quick little suck, gently pulling it into his between his slippery lips and letting it go.”
Sydney squirmed and groaned.
Mark gave her one long lick with the flat of his tongue. “Fuck baby, you’re wet. I’m gonna make you cum and then I’m gonna to fuck you senseless, Sydney,” The gesture emphasized by his continual licking yet made utterly pleonastic seconds later by Sydney reaction to the inescapable vulgar-slurping coming from his head buried between her legs.
“Oh fuck, Mark. Keep going,” she tried to speak but found her words entangled, entrapped, held hostage by Mark’s illicit oral fornication—she was reduced to shallow whiny moans; her pulse throbbing wildly, her intake ragged and panting.
Mark exposed clit once more taking it into your mouth and gently sucked while simultaneously flicking his tongue over and around it, two fingers now pumping in and out…in and out. Her quivering pussy telegraphed her desires onto his tongue like Morse code while the rest of her recessed into a peaceful state of mind free from craving.
“Cum,” Mark ordered with fascist ruthlessness.
Head flung back, Sydney fisted the sheets and held on for dear life. Her voice rang out convoluted primeval hymns as her orgasm washed over her in one continuous series of waves, lapping at the rocky shores of her sanity. She shook uncontrollably, withering under his mouth.
Mark kissed her trembling thighs until her orgasm subsided. He kissed her mound once more and went to the bathroom and returned to the bedroom after having washed his face.
Sydney color rose. “Did I do that?”
“Yeah that one was pretty intense. Damn woman.” Resting on one elbow, he kissed her lips. Sydney nuzzled under him and traced the outlines of his chest. He closed his eyes and carefully played with the stray stands of her hair. He loved the way she fit under him.
“I look forward to it.” Charles accepted with a light smile to Mark. His brow wrinkle and his eyes darted between Mark and Sydney sitting up in bed in their pajamas staring back at him. “Hhhmm.”
“What?” Sydney looked him up and down.
“Nothing,” he said briskly. “Sitting here with the two of you, it finally stuck me.”
“What?” Mark asked.
Charles placed his fist against his mouth. “My God, you two are powerful. Do you know how many people would kill to be in my position right now? There are people who’d pay to be a fly on these walls.”
“That is the reason we demand loyalty from those closest to us.” said Sydney.
“You have my undying devotion.” Charles stood bowing in mocking fashion.
“I’ve never doubted you, Charles,” Sydney paused. “I haven’t properly thanked you for what you’ve done over the last few weeks. You came through when I needed you. Thank you.”
“Not a problem. I’d do it again and knowing you two, I’ll have to. Good night.”
“Charles,” Sydney called to him before he slipped through the door. “I’ll let you know my decisions tomorrow.”
Charles looked like the wind had been knocked out of him. “Wait, so I still can’t sleep with her?”
“Of course not! I haven’t given my full consent. Give me until the morning. Don’t mention this to Natalie. I don’t want her freaking out. Tell her that I’m still thinking about it.”
Charles gazed at Sydney in disbelief. He couldn’t understand why she’d refuse him. She’d never refused him anything. In the end he decided it wasn’t worth the fight and said his goodnights.
“That was wrong Sydney,” Mark rose from the bed removing his clothes. “There was no reason for you to deny Charles.”
Sydney bit her bottom lip as she watched Mark disrobe exposing his hard athletic build and beautiful ass. She’d always admired his body however lately she couldn’t get enough of him. Even during her ‘blue period’ she wanted him close. Now watching him undress before her, she couldn’t help but wonder what she’d done to deserve him. He caught her eyes and she fought the urge to rip him apart.
“You’d better get those clothes off.”
Sydney blushed. “But what if Charles and Natalie are still here?”
“Then they’ll hear me putting through the mattress. Get your clothes off.”
“Tonight I’m in control.”
Mark eased Sydney onto her back, spread her legs, ran his hand down her mound and slipped a finger into her wet pussy.
Sydney’s walls gripped his digit and her body shook.
Mark gave a devilish grin. “You’ve cum twice. I think we both know who’s in control tonight.” He placed her feet on the bed with your knees bent, her thighs spread wide and then wider until Sydney released an uncomfortable moan. He kissed her inner thigh as he positioned himself between her legs, resting casually on one elbow; nonchalantly gazing at Sydney’s twitching lips. “I see someone wants to get fuck tonight.” He said arrogantly.
Mark began making long gentle figure eights over her mound and down to her slick lips. Then lazily down the length of her throbbing slit, opening her lips, and the slowly wandering up and down, up and down , as if Sydney wasn’t on the verge of ripping his head off.
Her legs spread indecently wide, exposed to his every perverted desire. She felt his crystal blue eyes combing over every inch of her. She willed him to have his way with her; violate her in ways no man had had never dared for as long as he wanted, for as harder as he wanted so long as it happened within the next few seconds. The wet sound of him playing rhythm guitar on her pussy filled the room. Silently, she pleaded for him to move faster, lick her, suck her, or anything. But her pleads fell on def ears. Mark’s idle fingertip toyed mercilessly with her orgasm. Every touch and breath drove her that much closer. Sydney lay perfectly still enraptured in his performance listening to her own pussy betray her.
“Mark,” she whimpered.
“Yes my love,” He answered running his fingertip from the lower to upper part of the lip, as though he were tracing one side of a parenthesis while gently tickling her clit ever so lightly.
“Please lick it,” Sydney forced each syllable from her throat.
“Not yet. But soon,”
“Oh God,” Sydney descended into limp fluffy white submission, accepting Mark’s morbid fascination with her pussy as his primitive birthright. Her moans, her gasps and cries, a benediction affirming his lordship over her. Her legs spread unbearably wide, Sydney lie protracted offering her swollen clit to up to him, begging for his acceptance, calling for his oral attention.
“I love when you spread your thighs for me,” His soft words rippled across her lips, his finger moving in and out. “You love me, don’t you?”
“Of course I love you.” Her pussy searched for him. She needed to feel his mouth.
“Do I please you, Sydney?” His tongue soft and relaxed he licked her from her entrance up to her clit and followed the outer edges of her slit along both sides.
“Yes,” Sydney barely managed. Her lungs started to burn and gasp for air. An overwhelming flood of calmness came over he; an unfolding, an unraveling, an acquiescence through oral pleasure best described as Nirvana.
Mark exposed her clit giving it a quick little suck, gently pulling it into his between his slippery lips and letting it go.”
Sydney squirmed and groaned.
Mark gave her one long lick with the flat of his tongue. “Fuck baby, you’re wet. I’m gonna make you cum and then I’m gonna to fuck you senseless, Sydney,” The gesture emphasized by his continual licking yet made utterly pleonastic seconds later by Sydney reaction to the inescapable vulgar-slurping coming from his head buried between her legs.
“Oh fuck, Mark. Keep going,” she tried to speak but found her words entangled, entrapped, held hostage by Mark’s illicit oral fornication—she was reduced to shallow whiny moans; her pulse throbbing wildly, her intake ragged and panting.
Mark exposed clit once more taking it into your mouth and gently sucked while simultaneously flicking his tongue over and around it, two fingers now pumping in and out…in and out. Her quivering pussy telegraphed her desires onto his tongue like Morse code while the rest of her recessed into a peaceful state of mind free from craving.
“Cum,” Mark ordered with fascist ruthlessness.
Head flung back, Sydney fisted the sheets and held on for dear life. Her voice rang out convoluted primeval hymns as her orgasm washed over her in one continuous series of waves, lapping at the rocky shores of her sanity. She shook uncontrollably, withering under his mouth.
Mark kissed her trembling thighs until her orgasm subsided. He kissed her mound once more and went to the bathroom and returned to the bedroom after having washed his face.
Sydney color rose. “Did I do that?”
“Yeah that one was pretty intense. Damn woman.” Resting on one elbow, he kissed her lips. Sydney nuzzled under him and traced the outlines of his chest. He closed his eyes and carefully played with the stray stands of her hair. He loved the way she fit under him.
Beg Me: Part Fourteen
“I thought you were going to fuck me senseless?” Sydney teased.
“I am. I’m giving you time to recover,”
“It looks like you need the time to recover more than I do,”
Mark smiled down at her with a raised eyebrow and kissed her. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For,” he said then stopped. How could he thank her intervening with his family, for being understanding and willingly to compromise? For loving him? “Thank you for being Sydney Cummings and all the mad shit that comes with her.”
“You’re welcome.”
Mark turned Sydney’s face to his. “I’m serious, Sydney,” His voice heavy. “I see the changes you’ve made and I’m proud of you. I’ll be here to support you through whatever coming next. I’m not going anywhere.”
Sydney bit her lip, fighting her words.
“What are you trying so hard not to say?” Mark thumbed her lip free.
She drew a breath and spoke softly. “I might be pregnant. Nothing is certain but I might be. I spoke with my mother and she said that I’d be having children surer than I thought. And I…I don’t…”
Mark quieted her rapidly moving lip with his finger. “How do you feel about that?”
“Honestly,” she sighed. “I’m afraid but not in the ways I’d anticipated. I’m not afraid of ruining my business or career because I will have plenty of time to prepare Charles for my brief absence. I’m not afraid of loosing you because, let’s face it, neither one of us is going anywhere. I’m not afraid that we won’t have family around because we do.”
“So what are you afraid of?”
“I’m afraid that I won’t be able to sort out my problems, my little flaws before I inflict permanent damage on the child. What if, after it’s born, I still struggle with housework and you can forget about cooking. I can’t cook.”
Mark beamed. “Then I’ll step in and help you or Jane and Mom can come and stay for a while. Sydney, you’re worried about the wrong things. If you’re pregnant, the child will have two parents who’ll make mistakes but love him nonetheless. Neither one of us came from ideal households yet we turned out just fine. Well, you are a little selfish but other than that, you’re perfect.”
Sydney wasn’t impressed with his comment. “See what I mean? I’m selfish. I want things to go my way.”
“Who doesn’t?”
“That’s well and good but you know what I mean. I’ve used my selfishness to build an impenetrable wall around me, with holes only large enough to fit my hand through and grab what I wanted. Now I’m disassembling the wall. What if I can’t finish in time?
“You let me and my family in. Even Charles and Natalie are inside now.”
“Yes, but that’s different.”
“You let Elise inside. How can you imagine you’d have room for her but not your own child?”
Sydney started a rebuttal but thought better of it. A grin scissored her face. “You’re right but I have a long way to go.”
“So do I,” Mark kissed her hair. “I’ve yet to get passed Kenneth’s death and rape debacle with Cece. But it’s getting easier. I can’t place me finger on it but the dull emptiness I used to feel is slowly beginning to fade.”
“It’s my mom. She’s been snooping around.” Sydney laughed.
“I felt her when we were in Iowa.”
“You knew she was there? You know about Kenneth?”
“I knew they’d find him. It was just a matter of time,” Mark’s eyes twinkled. “I also knew that the presence we felt was your mother. Unlike you and your father’s heavy presence, her presence is softer and envelopes you.”
Sydney gazed up at Mark. “I love you, Mark.”
“I love you to, I can’t start a family with you.” He moved atop her, kneeling between her legs, resting her right leg on his shoulder and wrapped the other around his thigh.
“Not so fast. I don’t know if I’m pregnant. Mom’s message was vague, it could have meant anything.”
“Well, if you’re not then you will be after tonight,” The head of his cock performed an intricate dance over her clit and outer lips before briefly dipping inside.
Sydney locked eyes with Mark, gripping his forearm. “Don’t tease me,”
Mark smiled down at his wanton victim. “Do you want me to slide it in?”
She nodded.
“How would you like it?”
“Anyway you wanna take.”
Mark gave a wicked grin. “Your last orgasm took a lot out of you. It may hurt a little.”
“I look forward to it.”
Mark gracefully and smoothly filled her to capacity, sending indescribably sweet sensations through her. He leaned forward, holding her face with one hand, forcing her look at him so he can see her pain as he whispered, “I love you, I need you,” onto her soft lips.
Sydney found herself under his weight in a Houdini-like position being deep-dicked and stretched into willingly accommodating his cock. “I love you to.” She grabbed his neck, pulling his mouth to hers, passionately, she sucked his tongue and bottom lip until he moaned and then she put one hand on his chest, pushing him up, and straddled his lap. She stroked him cock into one hand and ran her finger through his head with the other. His breathing became uneven as she rubbed the head of his cock around her slick pussy lips.
“Put it in.” he whispered
Sydney rolled hips into his. “No, not yet.” she kissed his neck, teasing him. Mark tried inching towards her slit but Sydney pulled away.
He groaned in frustration.
She had him under her control; at this point he would have given her anything she desired. Sydney was determined to that tonight Mark would be the one left speechless.
Slowly she rolled her hips taking in his full length. He screamed her name repeatedly, she rotated her body above his, easing his dick deeper and deeper into her pussy. He attempted to sit up, and flip her on her back in an effort to subdue her wild keening pussy but she held him down, thrusting her hips, fucking him senseless; moving in long sensual wave purposefully drawing him further and further under her control. She called to him, her breathing increasing, faster and faster. Mark’s soon matched hers.
Knowing he loved nothing more than to see her surrender to him, she dropped the domineering act and begged him to make her cum. “Please turn me over. Fuck me from behind, please.” She begged.
He knew he had her . Mark sat up and flipped her onto her back, the bulk of his large cock entered her with little regard for her comfort.
“No, you wanted to play games. Now you’ll take as I give it to you.” He whispered against her lip as he pummeled her howling pussy, each stroke bringing them both to the brink of explosion. She torn at his back, he kissed her passionately. They yearned for one another, their bodies ached for release. Sydney’s legs began to tremble, her head thrashed against the pillow, and she pulled at Mark’s back urging him on yet pleading for her life as he pillaged every corner of her womb.
Her orgasm rose and rose. “Mark, can I cum? Please?” she begged.
“Were you waiting for my permission?”
“Yes.” She muttered, her eyes pleading with his.
“Ooooh shit,” he cried in rotation as he came deep inside of her. He moaned and groaned shooting the last of himself into her. Minutes went by, and he collapsed beside her, wrapping her in his arms...silently praying she was pregnant.
“I am. I’m giving you time to recover,”
“It looks like you need the time to recover more than I do,”
Mark smiled down at her with a raised eyebrow and kissed her. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For,” he said then stopped. How could he thank her intervening with his family, for being understanding and willingly to compromise? For loving him? “Thank you for being Sydney Cummings and all the mad shit that comes with her.”
“You’re welcome.”
Mark turned Sydney’s face to his. “I’m serious, Sydney,” His voice heavy. “I see the changes you’ve made and I’m proud of you. I’ll be here to support you through whatever coming next. I’m not going anywhere.”
Sydney bit her lip, fighting her words.
“What are you trying so hard not to say?” Mark thumbed her lip free.
She drew a breath and spoke softly. “I might be pregnant. Nothing is certain but I might be. I spoke with my mother and she said that I’d be having children surer than I thought. And I…I don’t…”
Mark quieted her rapidly moving lip with his finger. “How do you feel about that?”
“Honestly,” she sighed. “I’m afraid but not in the ways I’d anticipated. I’m not afraid of ruining my business or career because I will have plenty of time to prepare Charles for my brief absence. I’m not afraid of loosing you because, let’s face it, neither one of us is going anywhere. I’m not afraid that we won’t have family around because we do.”
“So what are you afraid of?”
“I’m afraid that I won’t be able to sort out my problems, my little flaws before I inflict permanent damage on the child. What if, after it’s born, I still struggle with housework and you can forget about cooking. I can’t cook.”
Mark beamed. “Then I’ll step in and help you or Jane and Mom can come and stay for a while. Sydney, you’re worried about the wrong things. If you’re pregnant, the child will have two parents who’ll make mistakes but love him nonetheless. Neither one of us came from ideal households yet we turned out just fine. Well, you are a little selfish but other than that, you’re perfect.”
Sydney wasn’t impressed with his comment. “See what I mean? I’m selfish. I want things to go my way.”
“Who doesn’t?”
“That’s well and good but you know what I mean. I’ve used my selfishness to build an impenetrable wall around me, with holes only large enough to fit my hand through and grab what I wanted. Now I’m disassembling the wall. What if I can’t finish in time?
“You let me and my family in. Even Charles and Natalie are inside now.”
“Yes, but that’s different.”
“You let Elise inside. How can you imagine you’d have room for her but not your own child?”
Sydney started a rebuttal but thought better of it. A grin scissored her face. “You’re right but I have a long way to go.”
“So do I,” Mark kissed her hair. “I’ve yet to get passed Kenneth’s death and rape debacle with Cece. But it’s getting easier. I can’t place me finger on it but the dull emptiness I used to feel is slowly beginning to fade.”
“It’s my mom. She’s been snooping around.” Sydney laughed.
“I felt her when we were in Iowa.”
“You knew she was there? You know about Kenneth?”
“I knew they’d find him. It was just a matter of time,” Mark’s eyes twinkled. “I also knew that the presence we felt was your mother. Unlike you and your father’s heavy presence, her presence is softer and envelopes you.”
Sydney gazed up at Mark. “I love you, Mark.”
“I love you to, I can’t start a family with you.” He moved atop her, kneeling between her legs, resting her right leg on his shoulder and wrapped the other around his thigh.
“Not so fast. I don’t know if I’m pregnant. Mom’s message was vague, it could have meant anything.”
“Well, if you’re not then you will be after tonight,” The head of his cock performed an intricate dance over her clit and outer lips before briefly dipping inside.
Sydney locked eyes with Mark, gripping his forearm. “Don’t tease me,”
Mark smiled down at his wanton victim. “Do you want me to slide it in?”
She nodded.
“How would you like it?”
“Anyway you wanna take.”
Mark gave a wicked grin. “Your last orgasm took a lot out of you. It may hurt a little.”
“I look forward to it.”
Mark gracefully and smoothly filled her to capacity, sending indescribably sweet sensations through her. He leaned forward, holding her face with one hand, forcing her look at him so he can see her pain as he whispered, “I love you, I need you,” onto her soft lips.
Sydney found herself under his weight in a Houdini-like position being deep-dicked and stretched into willingly accommodating his cock. “I love you to.” She grabbed his neck, pulling his mouth to hers, passionately, she sucked his tongue and bottom lip until he moaned and then she put one hand on his chest, pushing him up, and straddled his lap. She stroked him cock into one hand and ran her finger through his head with the other. His breathing became uneven as she rubbed the head of his cock around her slick pussy lips.
“Put it in.” he whispered
Sydney rolled hips into his. “No, not yet.” she kissed his neck, teasing him. Mark tried inching towards her slit but Sydney pulled away.
He groaned in frustration.
She had him under her control; at this point he would have given her anything she desired. Sydney was determined to that tonight Mark would be the one left speechless.
Slowly she rolled her hips taking in his full length. He screamed her name repeatedly, she rotated her body above his, easing his dick deeper and deeper into her pussy. He attempted to sit up, and flip her on her back in an effort to subdue her wild keening pussy but she held him down, thrusting her hips, fucking him senseless; moving in long sensual wave purposefully drawing him further and further under her control. She called to him, her breathing increasing, faster and faster. Mark’s soon matched hers.
Knowing he loved nothing more than to see her surrender to him, she dropped the domineering act and begged him to make her cum. “Please turn me over. Fuck me from behind, please.” She begged.
He knew he had her . Mark sat up and flipped her onto her back, the bulk of his large cock entered her with little regard for her comfort.
“No, you wanted to play games. Now you’ll take as I give it to you.” He whispered against her lip as he pummeled her howling pussy, each stroke bringing them both to the brink of explosion. She torn at his back, he kissed her passionately. They yearned for one another, their bodies ached for release. Sydney’s legs began to tremble, her head thrashed against the pillow, and she pulled at Mark’s back urging him on yet pleading for her life as he pillaged every corner of her womb.
Her orgasm rose and rose. “Mark, can I cum? Please?” she begged.
“Were you waiting for my permission?”
“Yes.” She muttered, her eyes pleading with his.
“Ooooh shit,” he cried in rotation as he came deep inside of her. He moaned and groaned shooting the last of himself into her. Minutes went by, and he collapsed beside her, wrapping her in his arms...silently praying she was pregnant.
Beg Me: Part Fourteen
The majority of the next day was spent preparing for the ball. The girls hurried around Sydney in synchronized fashion performing the usual routine: hair, makeup, clothing or as Sydney referred to it “the grizzly shit”. She’d only managed to a couple of brief moments alone without someone poking at her or asking for her attention. And then there was the situation with #3 staring her down.
I need everyone’s attention,” Sydney said abruptly.
The girls froze in place. Natalie’s knees buckled and she caught her balance on the door frame. Quickly she reentered the room with dress in hand.
“Sit,” Sydney ordered, the girls complied. She gazed at each of them and a piece of her ached. “I pride myself on honesty. I do what I feel is in the best interest for all of us. I’m demanding, egotistical and selfish. But I am also loyal and I insist on loyalty from those around me,” her eyes cut through #3. “The art of submission isn’t done on your knees with bowed heads and closed minds. It’s done when you tether your happiest to mine and serve me faithfully, without question. As your Mistress it is my job to provide you a safe atmosphere for you to willingly offer yourself to me that doesn’t demean you as a person. In this regard I have failed at times, but I have never abandoned you girls,” she shook her head looking at their faces and stiffened her back. “Come here #3.”
The girls eyes widened as #3 stood before Sydney. Though only three inches tall, Sydney seemed to tower over #3. Natalie nervously looked on confident that she was the next in line for whatever Sydney had in store.
“What is your name?” Sydney asked sternly.
“Candice, Mistress.” She answered just above a whisper.
“You know why I’ve singled you out?”
Candice’s brow wrinkled and her eyes filled with tears. “Yes, I know.” She gasped for breath.
#2 and 4 looked on in a mix of terror and confusion. They shot side glances to Natalie but she stood stone-faced waiting for her turn at the chopping block.
“I trusted you and you let me down.
“Was I ever abusive?”
“No.”
“Did I ever mistreat you?”
“No.”
“Then why?” Sydney asked.
“I was jealous,”
“Of me?”
“Of everyone! I wasn’t sure if I was performing my duties properly. You never spoke to me. You spoke to #1, she was always at your side. The rest of us tagged along hoping that you’d pay attention to us,”
“You betrayed me,”
“Yes,” she panted. “Yes, I did. But it was only because…”
“Stop!” Sydney cut her off. “Did doesn’t matter what your reasons were. Your devotion is not contingent on my temperament. You knew what submission entailed. You also knew that you had the choice of leaving at anytime.”
Candice shook her head and dried her face. “I couldn’t leave you. Where would I have gone?”
Sydney took her by the shoulders. “It wouldn’t have been permanently. You could have taken time off and come back. But now you’ve left me no choice.”
The girl’s chest rose wildly, each fingering their collar. This was the first time they’d witnessed a decollaring. Next to collaring, the removal of ones collar was the most powerful ceremony in Kink especially to a submissive has worn his/her Master/Mistress collar over a long period. The collar was their lifeline and signified their close bond.
“Her contract and a pen, please.” Sydney gestured to Natalie.
Natalie retrieved Candice’s contract and began reading on Sydney’s prompt. “Your service to Mistress Sydney Cummings is hereby terminated. Upon termination, all physical evidence of your service, including this contract, will be destroyed, along with all materials and belongings. Candice Levy, owning nothing, shall once again be responsible for her own wellbeing. Under special conditions explained within this contract, Mistress agrees to one time payment of a year salary, but nothing thereafter.” She finished and nodded to Sydney.
“Kneel.” Sydney heard herself say in her most commanding Domme tone.
“I’m sorry,” Candice mouthed and dropped to her knees and slowly bowed her head, moving her hair to one side.
#2 and 4 covered their mouths, drowning out their sobs while Natalie headed Sydney a small key and prepared the final documents.
Sydney’s fingers found the little locket on the back of her neck, inserted the key and with more than a tiny turn, freed Candice from her ranks. “Stand.” She ordered.
Candice complied wearily, unable to meet Sydney’s eyes. Natalie passed Candice, she quickly signed followed by Sydney.
“You’re done. #2 and 4 will see you out.” Sydney turned to finish getting dressed.
The girls followed Candice from the room.
Sydney placed her hand on her stomach and inhaled and exhaled deeply. Nervously Natalie gathered the last of her belongings and prepared to leave.
“Natalie,” Sydney called. “We need to talk.”
“I’m gonna be sick,” Natalie thought to herself. “Yes Mistress,” she said.
“You’re in love with Charles.”
Her eyes combed the floor. “Yes Mistress.”
Sydney raised her chin. “And you’re sure he loves you? I know he loves you but I need to hear it from you.” She spoke softly.
“Without a doubt, I know he loves me.”
“And if I objected to your relationship, would you leave me?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because I couldn’t be happy anywhere else.”
“Charles is taking you away from me,” Sydney gave way to a smile. “But I don’t have a choice. I can’t prevent you from dating.”
“Does this mean you’re not firing me?” Natalie bit her thumb nervously. “And we have your permission?”
“No, I’m not firing you. I need you and of course you have my permission. You made it possible for me and Mark and to be a couple. How could I deny you the same right? All I ask is that you two take things slowly for the next year while I’m grooming Charles.”
“We can wait.”
Sydney burst into laughter. “I’d like to hear what Charles would have to say about waiting. Thank you for your gesture but it’s not necessary. You have my permission so please go…go get dressed your man is waiting for you.”
What?” Natalie’s frowned.
“Did I tell you?” Sydney shrugged. “You’re going to ball with us. The dress you designed is yours.”
“Oh my God. Are you serious?” she panted.
“Yes, now get out of here. You still have to get your hair and make-up done. We can’t have you looking like a rag doll on Charles’s arm. Tell #2 she is to be your assistant for the night.”
“But that will leave you with only one assistant. You can’t manage with one assistant.” Natalie said on the verge of panic.
Sydney smiled warmly. “I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me,” she turned Natalie to the door. “You concentrate on Charles and dancing and enjoying your first night out.”
She stopped half way to the door. “Thank you, Mistress. You don’t know what this means to me.”
“Yes, I do. And Natalie…there is one other thing.” Trepidation laced her words.
Natalie’s stomach sunk. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Your collar. I need yours collar.”
“No Mistress, please I don’t wanna take it off,” Natalie grabbed the back of her neck, shaking her head franticly, tears ran like streams down her cheeks. “Please don’t.” she slowly walked back and stood in front of Sydney, dissolving into open sobs.
Sydney’s heart broke for her. “I have to do it. You know you can’t wear my collar to a formal event while you’re on the arm of another Dom. You belong to him.”
“No I don’t.”
“Yes you do but it’s only temporary. I’ll put back on Monday but for the weekend you’re his.”
Natalie refused to uncover the locket, shaking her head.
“Please don’t make this more difficult for me.” Sydney voice cracked. “Please kneel.”
Natalie reluctantly obeyed, resting back on her knees, bowing her head and pulling her hair to one side.
Sydney retrieved her key and reached around Natalie’s trembling neck for the locket bearing her initials. With no more than a tiny click, it was removed. Natalie held her neck as Sydney helped her to her feet.
“You see, it’s wasn’t so bad.” Sydney chuckled humorlessly. She’d broken her little chocolate geisha’s heart--even she had to acknowledge the weight of the moment.
“What am I gonna do?”
“You’re going to dry your tears, straighten your back and carry yourself like the diva I know you are. Charles is waiting. Go get cleaned up. We don’t have much time.”
Natalie did as instructed, leaving Sydney to dress herself. There was no ominous silence as she thought it would be. There were no tears or regret. There was, in fact, a profound sense of sanguine peace.
******
“What taking her so long?” Mark asked jutting his sleeve to Greta for her last minute adjusts to his cuff link and fingered his perfectly groomed hair. He fanned her away.
“Women,” Charles snorted humorlessly as #2 fussed over him. He grabbed her by the wrist, stopping her incestuous movement. “Please.” He urged, his nerves getting the better of him.
“Where is Lee?” Mark held his arms out while Greta slid on his coat and straightened his lapel.
“He’s meeting us there.” Charles stood akimbo while #2 continued her attack. Being waited on was the one element of being a Dom Charles that got under his skin. He never understood Sydney’s level of patience with assistants tending to her every need.
“My God,” Mark murmured watching Sydney cascade down the stairs followed by Natalie. He was struck breathless. The dress, a spaghetti strap ivory charmeuse cowl neck fluted gown with exquisite hand beaded crystals and embroidery trimming her hips then tumbling down one leg, light brushed the contours of her figure. From for graceful forehead to the cashmere smooth curve of her bare shoulder, Sydney’s caramel skin glowed with pure radiance. With each step she took, her mother’s tear drop diamond earring glittered, and her long romance curls gently caressed the shoulder from which they hung.
Mark took her hand with the masculine sophistication of James Bond and spun her in place revealing the deep cowl back of her dress with a delicate beaded insert. She wore it proudly as if she dared anyone to stab her in the back.
Mark kissed her softly. “You look amazing, Sydney.”
“I know,” she smiled up at him.
“Understated elegance indeed,” Charles scanned Natalie’s angelic face, pushing back a stray tendril from her upswept hairdo. He looked into her eyes and whispered, “I want to kiss you, Natalie.”
She gave a slight nod, Charles gently pressed his lips to hers, caressing them with his.
“I love you, Charles.”
“I love you to. I’m never letting you go,”
Acutely aware of the sentimental mushiness of the moment, #2 quietly called Sydney’s attention to the time.
“Shall we go?” Mark prompted everyone, motioning them outside to the cars, two shiny blacked out Maybach 62 limousines.
“Holy shit!” Natalie said louder than she’d reckoned. Everyone laughed as she covered her mouth bashfully. “I’m sorry. I feel like Cinderella! I’m just waiting for it all to go ‘poof’”. She gestured.
“It’s wouldn’t go ‘poof’, I promise you.” Charles helped her into the car.
******
Mark and Sydney and Charles and Natalie were in contact with Lee during most of the drive discussing logistics. Everything was in order. All of the naysayers were in attendance—it was time for Mark and Sydney to make their appearance.
Their cars pulled up to the front of the auditorium and Sydney was struck by the sheer number of limos, lights and people entering the hall. “I thought this was a regional event? This looks more like the national ball.”
“It’s not everyday that Sydney Cumming and Mark Bryant arrive arm and arm. We’ll be under the microscope all night.” The driver opened the car door. “Here we go. Are you ready?”
“Never more,” Sydney took his hand and he helped her from the car. They looked like a million bucks standing beside one another proudly. All eyes immediately, fell on them as they ascended the stairs to the elaborately decorated entrance with Charles and Natalie following close behind. Richard Guy, Sydney’s former mentor met them with a wink and walked in stride with them into the dimly lit main hall filled with hanging crystal chandeliers and party goers.
They marched in together: The past, the present and the future of Kink. This singular display silenced anyone who dared to question their power and influence.
The End
I need everyone’s attention,” Sydney said abruptly.
The girls froze in place. Natalie’s knees buckled and she caught her balance on the door frame. Quickly she reentered the room with dress in hand.
“Sit,” Sydney ordered, the girls complied. She gazed at each of them and a piece of her ached. “I pride myself on honesty. I do what I feel is in the best interest for all of us. I’m demanding, egotistical and selfish. But I am also loyal and I insist on loyalty from those around me,” her eyes cut through #3. “The art of submission isn’t done on your knees with bowed heads and closed minds. It’s done when you tether your happiest to mine and serve me faithfully, without question. As your Mistress it is my job to provide you a safe atmosphere for you to willingly offer yourself to me that doesn’t demean you as a person. In this regard I have failed at times, but I have never abandoned you girls,” she shook her head looking at their faces and stiffened her back. “Come here #3.”
The girls eyes widened as #3 stood before Sydney. Though only three inches tall, Sydney seemed to tower over #3. Natalie nervously looked on confident that she was the next in line for whatever Sydney had in store.
“What is your name?” Sydney asked sternly.
“Candice, Mistress.” She answered just above a whisper.
“You know why I’ve singled you out?”
Candice’s brow wrinkled and her eyes filled with tears. “Yes, I know.” She gasped for breath.
#2 and 4 looked on in a mix of terror and confusion. They shot side glances to Natalie but she stood stone-faced waiting for her turn at the chopping block.
“I trusted you and you let me down.
“Was I ever abusive?”
“No.”
“Did I ever mistreat you?”
“No.”
“Then why?” Sydney asked.
“I was jealous,”
“Of me?”
“Of everyone! I wasn’t sure if I was performing my duties properly. You never spoke to me. You spoke to #1, she was always at your side. The rest of us tagged along hoping that you’d pay attention to us,”
“You betrayed me,”
“Yes,” she panted. “Yes, I did. But it was only because…”
“Stop!” Sydney cut her off. “Did doesn’t matter what your reasons were. Your devotion is not contingent on my temperament. You knew what submission entailed. You also knew that you had the choice of leaving at anytime.”
Candice shook her head and dried her face. “I couldn’t leave you. Where would I have gone?”
Sydney took her by the shoulders. “It wouldn’t have been permanently. You could have taken time off and come back. But now you’ve left me no choice.”
The girl’s chest rose wildly, each fingering their collar. This was the first time they’d witnessed a decollaring. Next to collaring, the removal of ones collar was the most powerful ceremony in Kink especially to a submissive has worn his/her Master/Mistress collar over a long period. The collar was their lifeline and signified their close bond.
“Her contract and a pen, please.” Sydney gestured to Natalie.
Natalie retrieved Candice’s contract and began reading on Sydney’s prompt. “Your service to Mistress Sydney Cummings is hereby terminated. Upon termination, all physical evidence of your service, including this contract, will be destroyed, along with all materials and belongings. Candice Levy, owning nothing, shall once again be responsible for her own wellbeing. Under special conditions explained within this contract, Mistress agrees to one time payment of a year salary, but nothing thereafter.” She finished and nodded to Sydney.
“Kneel.” Sydney heard herself say in her most commanding Domme tone.
“I’m sorry,” Candice mouthed and dropped to her knees and slowly bowed her head, moving her hair to one side.
#2 and 4 covered their mouths, drowning out their sobs while Natalie headed Sydney a small key and prepared the final documents.
Sydney’s fingers found the little locket on the back of her neck, inserted the key and with more than a tiny turn, freed Candice from her ranks. “Stand.” She ordered.
Candice complied wearily, unable to meet Sydney’s eyes. Natalie passed Candice, she quickly signed followed by Sydney.
“You’re done. #2 and 4 will see you out.” Sydney turned to finish getting dressed.
The girls followed Candice from the room.
Sydney placed her hand on her stomach and inhaled and exhaled deeply. Nervously Natalie gathered the last of her belongings and prepared to leave.
“Natalie,” Sydney called. “We need to talk.”
“I’m gonna be sick,” Natalie thought to herself. “Yes Mistress,” she said.
“You’re in love with Charles.”
Her eyes combed the floor. “Yes Mistress.”
Sydney raised her chin. “And you’re sure he loves you? I know he loves you but I need to hear it from you.” She spoke softly.
“Without a doubt, I know he loves me.”
“And if I objected to your relationship, would you leave me?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because I couldn’t be happy anywhere else.”
“Charles is taking you away from me,” Sydney gave way to a smile. “But I don’t have a choice. I can’t prevent you from dating.”
“Does this mean you’re not firing me?” Natalie bit her thumb nervously. “And we have your permission?”
“No, I’m not firing you. I need you and of course you have my permission. You made it possible for me and Mark and to be a couple. How could I deny you the same right? All I ask is that you two take things slowly for the next year while I’m grooming Charles.”
“We can wait.”
Sydney burst into laughter. “I’d like to hear what Charles would have to say about waiting. Thank you for your gesture but it’s not necessary. You have my permission so please go…go get dressed your man is waiting for you.”
What?” Natalie’s frowned.
“Did I tell you?” Sydney shrugged. “You’re going to ball with us. The dress you designed is yours.”
“Oh my God. Are you serious?” she panted.
“Yes, now get out of here. You still have to get your hair and make-up done. We can’t have you looking like a rag doll on Charles’s arm. Tell #2 she is to be your assistant for the night.”
“But that will leave you with only one assistant. You can’t manage with one assistant.” Natalie said on the verge of panic.
Sydney smiled warmly. “I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me,” she turned Natalie to the door. “You concentrate on Charles and dancing and enjoying your first night out.”
She stopped half way to the door. “Thank you, Mistress. You don’t know what this means to me.”
“Yes, I do. And Natalie…there is one other thing.” Trepidation laced her words.
Natalie’s stomach sunk. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Your collar. I need yours collar.”
“No Mistress, please I don’t wanna take it off,” Natalie grabbed the back of her neck, shaking her head franticly, tears ran like streams down her cheeks. “Please don’t.” she slowly walked back and stood in front of Sydney, dissolving into open sobs.
Sydney’s heart broke for her. “I have to do it. You know you can’t wear my collar to a formal event while you’re on the arm of another Dom. You belong to him.”
“No I don’t.”
“Yes you do but it’s only temporary. I’ll put back on Monday but for the weekend you’re his.”
Natalie refused to uncover the locket, shaking her head.
“Please don’t make this more difficult for me.” Sydney voice cracked. “Please kneel.”
Natalie reluctantly obeyed, resting back on her knees, bowing her head and pulling her hair to one side.
Sydney retrieved her key and reached around Natalie’s trembling neck for the locket bearing her initials. With no more than a tiny click, it was removed. Natalie held her neck as Sydney helped her to her feet.
“You see, it’s wasn’t so bad.” Sydney chuckled humorlessly. She’d broken her little chocolate geisha’s heart--even she had to acknowledge the weight of the moment.
“What am I gonna do?”
“You’re going to dry your tears, straighten your back and carry yourself like the diva I know you are. Charles is waiting. Go get cleaned up. We don’t have much time.”
Natalie did as instructed, leaving Sydney to dress herself. There was no ominous silence as she thought it would be. There were no tears or regret. There was, in fact, a profound sense of sanguine peace.
******
“What taking her so long?” Mark asked jutting his sleeve to Greta for her last minute adjusts to his cuff link and fingered his perfectly groomed hair. He fanned her away.
“Women,” Charles snorted humorlessly as #2 fussed over him. He grabbed her by the wrist, stopping her incestuous movement. “Please.” He urged, his nerves getting the better of him.
“Where is Lee?” Mark held his arms out while Greta slid on his coat and straightened his lapel.
“He’s meeting us there.” Charles stood akimbo while #2 continued her attack. Being waited on was the one element of being a Dom Charles that got under his skin. He never understood Sydney’s level of patience with assistants tending to her every need.
“My God,” Mark murmured watching Sydney cascade down the stairs followed by Natalie. He was struck breathless. The dress, a spaghetti strap ivory charmeuse cowl neck fluted gown with exquisite hand beaded crystals and embroidery trimming her hips then tumbling down one leg, light brushed the contours of her figure. From for graceful forehead to the cashmere smooth curve of her bare shoulder, Sydney’s caramel skin glowed with pure radiance. With each step she took, her mother’s tear drop diamond earring glittered, and her long romance curls gently caressed the shoulder from which they hung.
Mark took her hand with the masculine sophistication of James Bond and spun her in place revealing the deep cowl back of her dress with a delicate beaded insert. She wore it proudly as if she dared anyone to stab her in the back.
Mark kissed her softly. “You look amazing, Sydney.”
“I know,” she smiled up at him.
“Understated elegance indeed,” Charles scanned Natalie’s angelic face, pushing back a stray tendril from her upswept hairdo. He looked into her eyes and whispered, “I want to kiss you, Natalie.”
She gave a slight nod, Charles gently pressed his lips to hers, caressing them with his.
“I love you, Charles.”
“I love you to. I’m never letting you go,”
Acutely aware of the sentimental mushiness of the moment, #2 quietly called Sydney’s attention to the time.
“Shall we go?” Mark prompted everyone, motioning them outside to the cars, two shiny blacked out Maybach 62 limousines.
“Holy shit!” Natalie said louder than she’d reckoned. Everyone laughed as she covered her mouth bashfully. “I’m sorry. I feel like Cinderella! I’m just waiting for it all to go ‘poof’”. She gestured.
“It’s wouldn’t go ‘poof’, I promise you.” Charles helped her into the car.
******
Mark and Sydney and Charles and Natalie were in contact with Lee during most of the drive discussing logistics. Everything was in order. All of the naysayers were in attendance—it was time for Mark and Sydney to make their appearance.
Their cars pulled up to the front of the auditorium and Sydney was struck by the sheer number of limos, lights and people entering the hall. “I thought this was a regional event? This looks more like the national ball.”
“It’s not everyday that Sydney Cumming and Mark Bryant arrive arm and arm. We’ll be under the microscope all night.” The driver opened the car door. “Here we go. Are you ready?”
“Never more,” Sydney took his hand and he helped her from the car. They looked like a million bucks standing beside one another proudly. All eyes immediately, fell on them as they ascended the stairs to the elaborately decorated entrance with Charles and Natalie following close behind. Richard Guy, Sydney’s former mentor met them with a wink and walked in stride with them into the dimly lit main hall filled with hanging crystal chandeliers and party goers.
They marched in together: The past, the present and the future of Kink. This singular display silenced anyone who dared to question their power and influence.
The End