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Betty

“No,” I muttered under my breath, unable to meet his eyes.  I was still in awe of the red room. It looked like something pulled straight out of a lucid dream. 

Different calibers of cuffs hung loosely around and whips that looked like thorns shimmered under the dim light.

This was all too strange for me.  I’d only ever seen places like this in movies, I  never imagined they existed in real life.
“No?” He repeated, his dark eyes watching me quietly. 
I nod, “ I mean, I don’t know if I can do this tonight, this isn’t what I’m into or used to, I’m sure you understand.”
For a second I thought I saw his eyes flicker with embarrassment but he quickly hid it with a false smile, nodding like he understood every word I’d said.
“I’m used to hearing things like this, Betty, like I said I won’t touch unless you ask me to.  I’m only  ready when you are.”He promised. 
“I’m really sorry… today started so well, I feel bad it has to end this way…”

“Shhh!” He cut me off politely, “No pressure, so would you like my driver to drop you off at your place or would you love to have the guest room all to yourself?” 

I paused, swallowing hard, the idea of going home to that empty apartment made my stomach churn, “ I’d stay.”I gushed, and he nodded, holding me by my hand as he led me to the guest room.

It was a luxurious suite, the bed was king-sized and the curtains screamed quality and richness, every furniture was fully furnished and polished.

Duke cleared his throat, jolting me out of the reverie I was in, and I straightened, smiling up at him. “There are new clothes in the wardrobes, and some skincare products are in the bathroom if you need to apply some, before bed, if there is anything you need make sure to call the landline.” His tone was cold, I didn’t blame him, he expected we’d have crazy sex but then his fantasies weren’t what I’d normally do, I can have crazy wild sex but not whip someone or get whipped. 

“I appreciate this, Duke,” I muttered, smoothing my dress. He grabbed me by the waist and before I could say a word his lips crashed onto mine, so I could taste his mouth that tasted of whiskey.  We kissed for a long time before he pulled away slowly. 
“Good night, my love, if you’re hungry, there’s leftover pizza in the kitchen you can microwave,” he nodded towards the small kitchen area giving me one last peck before striding out of the room.

Finally, he was gone, and I was alone in this strange room. It was different being here than being in my room, apart from the fact that this place was huge, it was also different, the interior was much more comfortable. 
There was a plasma TV that was turned off, but I didn’t want to watch TV so I kicked off my heels and fell onto the bed, the plush mattress bouncing.
“Argh! So soft!” I gasped, if a guest room could look this good I wonder what his room would look like. 

My mind drifted back to the thought of BDSM with him, pain, whip, handcuff, crying, suffering, dominance, and submission. 
I swallowed hard, trying to imagine myself trying it out, after all Duke was stunningly rich, he was the kind of man that could bring me a piece of the moon if I asked.
Age-wise he was perfect for me, he was almost thirty-seven, he was a man, a powerful one at that, but enduring the pain of a whip would repulse me. 

I didn’t want to be scared or whip him, I knew pain wasn’t new to me, thanks to Michael, I’d have my fair share of pain, when he bent me over and fucked me not minding if it hurt, that kind of pain, but it was the only thing I was used to, rough and crazy sex.
“Don’t think about him!” I yelled at myself.  But it was too late. I could see his face in my mind now.

I dragged my feet and walked over to the wet bar at the corner of the room pouring myself a glass of red wine from a bottle, which looked like something twice the worth of my lease. 
It tasted rich and warm too. I carried it to the bathtub. I saw a few bath bombs too. I  threw it in the tub,  filled it with water, and stepped right into it, letting it cleanse away the worries on my chest.
Michael's face appeared again, his dangerous smirk, and the way his hands felt on my breast. 

I wish he were the one here, not Duke. But he had dumped me, left me shattered like I meant nothing to him, so I’d chosen Duke. Not only was he honest, but he could give me the life I wanted, the security, the future, all at the cost of enduring a little pain.

I rinsed my skin before stepping out of the tub, tapping a red towel around my body and damp hair, I didn’t bother to slip into my tight dress, I  sat on the bed still sipping from the wine glass, staring at the white ceiling again lost in muscular thoughts.
I didn’t know when my finger began to trail down my neck, brushing my collar bone then lower and lower till it stopped at my hardened nipples. 
I felt a shiver run through my spine swallowing hard as I let my hand drift further past my belly button until it stopped at my swollen pearl between my thighs.

I shut my eyes tightly trying to picture Michael's face, and the memory of us fucking in the bookstore glided back, the way he arched my back over the shelves, his hand gripping my ass, and how he whispered mean words to my ears.  

“Fuck…” I moaned, as my fingers rubbed my pearl slowly, I remember how he’d fucked me so hard I couldn’t scream out loud because we were in a public space.   How he muffled my moans with his hands.

My fingers rubbed faster circling my clit chasing that memory of me squirting all over his cock, the pleasure built, sharp and persistent until, I hit climax and I gasped my body trembling as I came, squirting on the sheets beneath me, I opened my eyes breathing hard, exhausted I let the alcohol pull me into a deep slumber.

The next morning, I was ready. I sat in front of the dressing mirror, smoothing the red sundress I found in the wardrobe, it fit me so perfectly, hugging my curves just right. I should probably get dressed like Thai, I thought. 

I applied some lip gloss and smiled at my reflection, my brown hair was tied up in a ponytail, and I looked, well, satisfied.
Suddenly my phone chimes on the table, it was a text from Duke, it said; 
‘Hi, Cupcake, I had to head to the office early, sorry I’m gone before you’re up, I’ve told the chauffeur to take you home whenever you are ready, you can tour around the house if you want, the staff around will show you around, love and kisses.’
I let out a sigh, deep down I was glad he wasn’t around, I couldn’t bear to stare at his face after what happened last night, I grabbed my leather bag and walked out of the room.
Outside, the chauffeur was waiting and soon I slid into the back of the limousine that had brought me in.
What a night! I thought as I forced myself not to think of how I’d touched myself at the thought of Michael  fucking me.

Finally, the limo stopped in front of my apartment. “Thanks,” I muttered to the driver before stepping out. I froze when I realized someone was sitting at my front porch, at the swing to be precise, it was Michael. 
My heart skipped a beat as I raced towards him, he was wearing a teal T-shirt and faded blue jeans, his blond messy hair covering a part of his eye.

The limo sped off behind me leaving me standing there my sundress fluttering in the breeze.

“Why are you here?” I asked, my voice laced with anger.
“You look beautiful, where have you been? And why are you in a limo?” He ignored my question.
“It’s none of your business.”

“You’re right, but I still want to know.”
I swallowed hard trying to be calm. “ That was my boyfriend.”
A scoff rolled out his lips, “You’re lying.”

“I’m not!” I retorted, my eyes flashing with anger and impatience.
“What’s his name?” He asked,  as he moved closer. 
“His name is Duke.”
“Duke,” he repeated grinning, staring at me like I’d stabbed him in the back. “And, do you love this Duke?”
I parted my lips  to answer, staring right into his eyes, “I….”