I had no idea that Peter has such a sadistic side to him. However, it might have come from the masochism that he has undergone in the months before we joined the club. He also lied to me about the threesome thing. Peter told me that he would consider joining the club under the condition that we didn't become involved in any threesomes, orgies, foursomes, or involve a woman.
"I didn't lie to you, Matt." He says.
"Reading my thoughts, again are we?" I said.
"You have been staring at me and then back at the application copies for the past hour since we returned." Peter says point of fact.
"Yep."
"Okay…well…what about this submissive side to you that you have been hiding from ME. The desire to want to be controlled and by a woman no less." He says cautiously.
"If I had told you that, you would have lost respect for me and stop obeying me," I respond tentatively.
"No, I wouldn't have. I might have a laugh or two, but I could never lose respect for you. And I thought that you wouldn't want me anymore if you found out that I secretly crave more control and dominance over a woman…and you." Peter says slowly with the uncertainty of how I will respond. He lets his eyes pass over me even slower waiting for me to speak.
"I…it's apparent that we both desire to be with a woman in some form or another. Would I let you have dominance over me? No, maybe not now, but given time I could be persuaded to let you have a little more control in bed. When you whimper and groan in agony it pleases me. I don't think that I will be willing to give that up just yet. And just because we now know each other's deepest desires doesn't mean that we should change the way that we are. Are you not happy?" I say softly.
"As long as you're happy Matt I will always be happy. But it might just make me a tad bit happier if that woman that meets both of our fantasies and desires happens to come along one day so that I can have total and absolute power over her every now and then." Peter states, biting his lip and blinking his eyes profusely as he thinks about the upper hand he would gain, should such a day like that comes for us. Damn, he's easy to read.
Admittedly, I wish for the same thing. The eagerness to kneel, preen, be spanked, bound, and stepped on by a gorgeous, strong, and independent woman makes my penis hard and my nipples twitch.
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Josie
It's a typical workday at the office. Paperwork on top of more paperwork. Now that I made a partner, I shouldn't still have to do this much paperwork! I guess I should've expected this as the 'poster black woman' in the company that only made partner because 'she must be sleeping with the CEO'. I was not deaf to all of the rumors that have been flying around about me since I started here in a top-level position. My credentials and past work should show why I was selected for my position but of course, these benign office workers refuse to acknowledge the fact that I do have a brain and worked devastatingly hard to get into Yale, become top of my class, and graduate with honors Suma Cum Laude. I also worked hard to make partners at Williamson & Jacobs Investment Firm. I can't say that it has been a pleasant experience, if I had known that He would be one of the partners I would have turned around a long time ago. But of course, like always, his constant teasing, pestering and doing everything that he could to try to make me quit made me stay and become determined to undermine him every chance I got.
"Hey, hotness" I hear his obnoxious yet very sexy voice ring in my doorway.
"Sexual harassment," I said calmly typing on my computer not looking his way.
He chuckles faintly, "Oh come on you know I'm only joking. Anyway, I have the Grosman account for you to look over. Give your opinion before we proceed." He makes his way over to my desk to sit the file down.
"I'm pretty sure that you don't need my opinion." I scoff at him. Steven Anderson. I put up with eight years of his unrelenting torture. I have always had a sort of quiet and meek demeanor which he saw and was instantly inspired to torment me from ninth grade all the way to Yale. I was so pissed when I ran into him on campus. I thought for sure that he would have gone to Harvard which he loved. "I am totally going to Harvard when I graduate." He would say on a daily basis, "Yea right, your dad and grandfather will never let that happen." One of his best friends would remind him. Now, I always kept to myself or at least tried to, he and his friends would constantly pester me and sit with me at lunch trying to get under my skin, because I had tried to sit alone at lunch since the first day of school. He even forced me to go to the Junior and Senior prom with him. He would go around school making people think that we were dating. He was able to do this because I let him. I was quiet, introverted or I should say that I am quiet. I never speak up for myself and knowing that, he took full advantage. I let them think that we were a couple, I didn't care. I was too busy being an honor student and the top of my class to worry about any real relationships. Besides, it never went any further than the few dates, being dragged to a party here and there. He never did anything, not even hold hands. College was really different. Sure, he still bothered me, him and his little groupies that came to Yale too, but it was not as intense. We studied together a few times but never went to parties like in high school, too focused on our work. Tell me, what are the odds that we end up at the same company too?! What twisted fate.
"Josie, don't be that way." He responds sincerely, seating down in one of the plush leather chairs in front of my desk, laying his deep-sea blue eyes on my breasts. "You are a partner now, so when it comes to things of this nature your opinion and expertise matter. Now, I know the others treat you like a rookie, but you have to understand, it's just a little hazing. It'll pass." He tries to reassure, me finally looking at me in the face. Of course, they haze a little, but I still believe that they are trying to walk all over me because they think that they can. Little do they know that I am no longer the weak, docile little girl that I used to be. I have had to step out of my shell quite often since working here. It's a dog-eat-dog world in this company, and I refuse to back down now.
"Tell that to the mounds of files on my desk." I express to him gesturing to the mountains of files to my left. I turn my head a bit to face him.
"Hell, that's nothing, my workload hazing was much worse. You get it easy because you're a woman and are so timid." He winks at me as if him saying that is supposed to make me feel better.
"Don't do that that is so condescending…"
"Oh, please you love it!" He blows me a kiss and I gag.
"Oh, my goodness…." I said covering my mouth, "I just vomited a little".
"You know what you need?" He asks and I already know what he is going to say. "No…not that, a small breather, not a vacation, since you JUST became partner…but a new activity, something to take your mind off of work and put you at ease on your days off."
"A day off work, is there such a thing?" Of course, I had most weekends off and most Fridays but not so much recently, unless I pull an all-nighter.
"I just mean—"
"I know what you mean. Actually, there is something that I have been looking into for some time now to take my mind off of things."
"Really?" He questions leaning forward. "So, what is it?"
"I'm not telling you. It will be my private oasis." I grin maniacally at the thought of him squirming to figure it out.
I have to admit that it took a lot for me to gather the courage for this. When I started researching about it, I was so nervous and yet excited at the same time. After having sex with Steven for the first time, I had this urge to want to do more. His domineering personality is not just for show, he's that way in the bedroom too. I learned a lot, did things that I never thought that I would do. He would say that 'it was always a part of me; I had just been hiding it.' As I thought about what he said, I realized that he was right. So, to expand my horizons and curiosity further, I have decided to join a sex club. This one that I researched seems to be the best in town and will hopefully make me feel at ease. That night after getting off work and freshening up at home, I went to my appointment.
"Welcome to Club Euphoria, where all of your innermost fantasies come true". I am greeted at the side entrance of the very large estate that hosts the club. A beautifully smooth complexioned Caucasian male greeted me standing behind a podium bare naked with oil all over his body. He smiles at me warmly as the man I assume is Mr. Stiles walks from behind the thick red curtains to meet me.
"Welcome Miss Thompson." He held out his hand for me to shake. He was well-groomed, sleek hair with a portion pushed up in a bang that doesn't cover his forehead but is sleek like the rest of his hair and a thin mustache, wearing a navy-blue suit from Giovanni. Mr. Eager Stiles is just the way that I had imagined him to be. From my very thorough research of the club and of him, he is a thoroughbred born into a prominent wealthy American family that even though he has a ridiculous trust fund he started his own investment firm and made buku dollars from it. Now there are tons of branches all over the world and is the firm that I had tried my damnest to get into with no luck.
As we walked through the club it was very interesting, sex orgies going on all over the place including in the very center of the club. The smell of sex in the air amidst naked bodies wrapped in feverish pleasure delights me, mind you, it has been a while, and don't think that Steven hasn't tried to rekindle anything. His personality and other delightful quarks are more than I like...wait...did I just see an ocelot?
"I have taken the time to gather all of the profiles of individuals that fit your preferences. I hope that you find a few or couple to your liking." He said handing me the files from his desk. "Now, your type of males and fantasy are not hard to find but are hard to obtain. What I mean to say is that we have members that match your desires; however, they do not meet your form of role play."
"Which males would that be?" I asked, reading through the files on my lap. I saw a few that stood out to me, but with different preferences.
"He is one of them." He pointed to the file I just opened. He is a very attractive man and his fetish is definitely what I am looking for.
"Although he is part of a pair that is looking for a woman to be a threesome, something that doesn't interest you."
"Well, I'm open to anything, as long as both of them are submissive."
"That's the problem. The other partner is more dominating and fits the description of men that you said you wanted to stay away from."
"How dominate is he?"
"From what I can tell, he desires to be the more dominate one in their day to day relationship, yet he is not, therefore his fantasy is to be the dominate…" coughing his adds "…or master."
"What? Really? That is very interesting. So, do you think that given his natural submissive side being present, that he wouldn't mind being a sub?"
"Possibly, you would have to sit down with him personally to discuss it."
"Okay, we can do that."
"First, would you like to see them in action?"
"Definitely."
"Great, I will set up the meeting for this Friday."
"Sounds good."
I go back home feeling refreshed already. I can't wait until Friday. I just hope to come out of this with at least one sub-partner for my role play. It will be nice to finally dominate a man…or two.