Chapter 2
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Cynthia Gilbert's Point Of View.
Each dominant and dominatrix expected to be submissive of the senior dominant and dominatrix to get training. I was trained by two people, both were siblings for one year. My master and his sister, my mistress. I had a crush on my master. Outside of b**m roleplay, he was one of the most polite, affectionate, and romantic people I had ever encountered. During roleplay, he was sadistic.
A freaking sadistic.
He would happily beat me for hours. My fear got him hard. Humiliating me in front of others used to please him. And at the end of the day, he used to care for me like a lover. This is called Aftercare. I bite my lower lips while remembering the memories that I spent with him and smiled inwardly. Well, I used to hate his cold attitude and as a defiant girl, I used to get punishment almost every day.
Now, I am a dominatrix so I should too care for my slave. Even though I am a strict mistress, I understand the need for time and attention provided to the slave after the intense s****l session and I love to pamper my slave.
I am a foodie and I cook delicious. After our intense f*****g session, I cook for my slave as aftercare.
I decorated the table with our breakfast. It is believed that the way you set your table is significant because it prompts two things. First, It indicates the feeling that people have about being together. Second, It lets people know that you think they are important enough to put in extra effort for them.
I catch a glance at the dining table while standing from a little distance. It's well decorated and beautiful. I smile and pat on my shoulder while feeling proud of myself. I have prepared all of his favorite foods.
Breakfast Burrito
French Toast
"Well done Cynthia. You are perfect." I compliment myself while giggling.
"Indeed you are." compliments Kevin. I turn around and face him while smiling warmly at him. He smiles back while leaning against the door frame.
My slave.
"And your boyfriend too. Don't forget the most annoying fact." mocks my subconscious. I roll my eyes internally at her statement.
"Did you sleep well?" I ask him ignoring my subconscious.
"Yes, Thank you. Slept like a baby." He answers while moving towards the table.
"I love your aftercare treat. Thank you so much." He continues while licking his lips and hovering over the food.
"What are you waiting for my boy, Dig in," I let out.
"Dear, I wanted to ask you something. Can I?" He asks. Here we go again.
"Yes of course, Except for the wedding," I answer.
"Why? It's been 2 years since we started dating. I am happy as a submissive and you are happy too as a dominatrix. We both are perfect for each other." He confesses while slicing his french toast.
"Listen, Kevin... I know It's been 2 years since we started dating. But, I need more time. I am not ready for our wedding." I explain.
"Blah blah blah... You are explaining the same old justifications. I am not ready or I need more time." He let out while mimicking the last line. Frustration can be seen in his voice but who cares. I am not in love with him.
"And and and... Aren't you bored of the same topic? Trust me whenever you are going to ask me about our wedding, no matter what my answer will be the same." I answer. He is not the man of my dreams.
My Exception Man.
"Dear Cynthia..." He continues but in the middle of his sentence, the doorbell ring distracts our boring conversation and I am thankful for that.
"Let me check. Who can be at his hour?" I mumble while excusing myself. Thank you so much, Jesus, for saving my ass. I open the door and meet with blue eyes. He is incredibly handsome.
My subconscious clears her throat.
"Yes. How may I help you?" I ask him while observing his police uniform.
"Are you Cynthia Gilbert, the owner of Queen Club?" He asks me. I blink my eyes and a small smile escape from my lips. The handsome dude knows my name. But wait, how does he know about me?
"Yes, I am," I answer while clearing my throat and concentrating on his perfectly toned body.
"Ma'am, I am Christopher Morgan. We are informed that you are involved in dealing with drugs. So, we are here to check your house to confirm the suspicion." He explains. My jaw drops after listening to his explanation.
"N-no, I am not. It's nonsense." I mumble while stuttering.
"If you are not then why are stuttering while answering me." He asks while smirking. f**k!! He is incredibly hot.
"Concentrate girl." My subconscious scolds me.
"Thats not the reason for my stuttering and I am not involved in this s**t. I am a simple girl thats it. You cant check my house without a search warrant," I answer him straight away. He smirks at my answer again while extending his hand with a paper to me. I grab the paper and read every line.
"Who is it, Cynthia?" Kevin calls while moving towards us.
"Kevin... Idk who the f**k informed them that I am dealing with drugs and they want to search my house." I let out while glaring at the hot police officer. Kevin holds the paper from my hand and read.
"Dear, we can not prevent them from searching as the search warrant has been issued from the court itself. Let them do their work. We know that we are innocent then what's the problem in it." He explains.
"Okay... " I answer hesitantly, agreeing with his statement.
Christopher and his team enter my house. Each one of them begins to scan and review every corner of my house.
Christopher smirks at me again while eating the slice of a burrito.
"Yummy..." He remarks and I roll my eyes at him.
"Sir... There are two packets of cocaine in the bedroom." informs the boy Christopher.
"What the fuck..." I curse while my eyes widen.
Edwin Morris's Point Of View.
“You don’t c*m until I say. Do you hear me?” I order her.
“Yes, whatever you say, master." I pinch her hard n*****s while pushing her to sit on my knees.
"Ask for it.” I grab her hair.
“I want it so bad. Can I have it, please Master?” She asks.
I push my d**k slowly in her mouth. She moans and starts to play with it with her tongue. I pull her hair and order, “No, no tongue, just keep your mouth open.” d**k slid in again but deeper.
“I’m gonna f**k your mouth now. Relax. ” I announce and grab her hair and grip her head tight. I push my manhood deeper and deeper into her mouth. I stab the whole length inside and stop. Being so deep inside of her mouth, I can feel the ring of my throat.
“Lay on the table and hold your thighs up so I can f**k your p***y” I order.
Then I tied her down so she can't move, then blindfold her. I start to pound mercilessly inside her. Our flesh slaps together as I pound her p***y hard and she gasps for the air.
"f**k," I gasp as she c*m hard on my c**k. I keep pounding upward into her, ignoring the fact that she c*m without my permission. I was so close to myself.
Hey, I am Edwin Morris, 25 years old sexy, and brilliant lawyer. I am the man of my own words. I usually use my strength and body mass to win the affection of women. I am known to be the cruelest dominant in the b**m world and I am very hard to satiate. In front of the media, I am defined by my status in life and with all the money in my bank account, but on the other hand, I am something else... with my bad secrets. You will get to know soon.
The girl to whom I am f*****g is my Secretary and my official submissive. Her name is Lily Smith.
"Ed..." My best friend, Xavier Reed calls and enters my office room.
"Don't you know the meaning of knock?" I mock him annoyingly without bothering his presence and f*****g my Secretary.
"Tsk... Tsk... Tsk... Did I disturb your release? " He mocks me back while chuckling. I roll my eyes at him.
"The scene in front of me is honestly f*****g hot and sexy, but I don't want to mess my Jeans at this hour of the day with hot cum." He continues and winks at my secretary. She hides her back while giggling and he exits the door.
After a few moments, I hear her moaning into my neck as her orgasm subsides and feel myself sliding in and out of her as I grab and pull at her ass. Finally, I blow my load. I untie her and order her to clean herself.
"I want you to kneel beside my desk for the whole day as a punishment for cumming without my permission and you will be whipped 10 times on your ass cheeks with a cane at the end of the day," I announce.
"Yes, Master." She mumbles and kneeled on the floor beside my desk.
I call Xavier to come to my office.
A few minutes later, he enters and smirks at my secretary again.
"She is getting punished only because of you." I compliment him while smirking back at him.
"And and and I don't mind it." He answers and we both laughed.
"Well, what's the news?" I ask him.
"The first step of your plan succeeded. She has been caught." He answers and I smirk evilly.
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