Chapter 4

This day seemed to be longer than any other recently, and there was only one reason why. Master Easton. Sir Easton. Or was he simply okay with me calling him Easton? Not wanting to focus on the man himself, I chose to just agonize over the correct way to address him. If I allowed my thoughts to go any further, I would then be inundated with fantasies about what he would do to me. If I gave them any attention, I would never make it to our date tonight.

It was yet another reason why I threw myself into work. With it being the beginning of the month, I was able to fill most of the day with administrative work. I had a team of twelve who helped me keep all five Oasis Spa locations going, but I always did so much of the work myself. Rising from the ashes of poverty in Los Angeles, I had moved to Denver for school and had stayed here after graduation, never looking back at my past. It didn't mean that I had forgotten where I came from, only that I wouldn't let it define me.

I had been midway through the expense report for the location inside of the most glitziest hotel in the city when I received a text message. At first, I hadn't even wanted to see who it was. Lately, I'd been receiving weird ones from unknown numbers in various area codes. An inner voice urged me to check it anyway, so I decided to give my eyes a break after staring at numbers all day. Thankfully, that voice had been right.

This is Hawke from Syn. I wanted to confirm that you have a scene with Easton this evening?

I wasn't quite sure how he would know that, and if so, why it would be concerning enough for him to reach out to me. Worry immediately filled me, so I quickly typed back a response.

I do. Is there a problem?

I was sure if Easton had changed his mind that he would've just told me so, but then again, he didn't have my number. I didn't have his, either. None of that was uncommon since the regular lives of members didn't often intertwine.

Are you still there?

Yes, I am. Easton reached out to me with a few requests for you and your scene with him this evening.

Relief filled me as I leaned back in my chair.

What sort of requests?

Hawke then filled me in on the fact that Easton wanted me to give him a massage. I had thought about it the night before when sitting on his lap, and evidently he had as well if this was what he wanted me to do. I wasn't disappointed because the type of massage he wanted had a lot of potential. I quickly fired off all of the equipment I would need, then made a mental note about the type of oils and lotions I wanted to bring with me.

Easton had also given Hawke instructions he intended for me to follow, and knowing he would walk in to find me with my face down and ass up made me wet. It also made me more than just a bit antsy so the rest of the afternoon was spent in relative discomfort. By the time I left my office, I made a stop down in the spa to gather a few things before heading home to shower.

Wear something in pink.I still shook my head at that. I'd told him that it was the least flattering color on me, but he was intent on trying to change my mind. It wouldn't be that hard to do seeing as the man could coerce me into doing anything. Thankfully, I loved the color enough to have a few items in it, so I made sure to wear the pink lace set of lingerie under my dress.

I finished getting ready, then headed off to the club. Upon arrival at Syn, I saw Caine and Bruce standing near the door as they checked the memberships of those wanting to gain entry. A few months back, the club had gone to a card scanning system that had up-to-date information on each membership so I made sure to have mine out when I reached the front door.

"Evenin', Darlin," Caine said, and I couldn't hide the automatic shiver his voice evoked.

"Good evening," I responded with a smile.

The man was incredibly good looking, as were most of the Dominants at the club. This particular one was best friends with the owner, Hawke, and dating a socialite I'd known about for years in Emery Wilder. She'd run into some trouble a while back, but I hadn't paid too much attention to it. I usually only concerned myself with things that were my business, and her familial or societal issues were hers alone. Still, she and Caine made an unlikely pair, but a very hot one at that. Just a few weeks ago, he had publicly punished her on stage, and there likely hadn't been a single submissive there who hadn't wished to be in those stocks that night.

Lucky for me, I didn't have to fantasize about unavailable men because I had one who would be meeting me in less than fifteen minutes. Easton was every bit as sexy as Caine, Hawke, or any other man there. To me, he might've been even more so, especially after the way he so effortlessly touched me the night before.

"Everything checks out. Enjoy your evening, Miss," Bruce told me.

I slipped my card back into my bag and hurried inside. Hawke had told me he would have the massage equipment waiting for me in room 5, so I walked straight there instead of heading to the bar like I usually did. There was no need to look for a partner, and it alleviated a lot of the pre-scene jitters I was often afflicted with. Despite my stature in the business community, I still felt like an imposter around the socialites who flocked to this place like moths to a flame.

I entered the room, and after glancing at the time display on my iPhone, I quickly moved into action. I started by stripping my dress off and laying it carefully over the back of the chair in the corner away from the actual play scene. Next, I laid out the assortment of items I'd brought with me before slipping my feet out of my high heels.

The concrete floor was cold beneath my soles, but I didn't intend to be on them for long. Remembering the final instructions from Hawke's earlier text message, I slowly lowered myself to my knees. Easton would be here any minute, and while leaving myself exposed and vulnerable was still a new thing for me, I thought about the night before and finished getting in position.

By the time I was on my hands and knees with my face to the floor and my ass up in the air, I exhaled deeply. The anticipation was killing me, but this unfulfilled aching he'd left with me yesterday was even worse. Tonight, I would get over these first time with him jitters, and I'd hopefully get a few orgasms to alleviate the frustration.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

I knew it was the keypad outside the door, and tensing up completely as I held my breath, I maintained my position even as the door opened and closed. Heavy footsteps echoed around me, and the silence of this soundproof room only heightened them more. My pulse began to race, but I stayed still.

It didn't take him long to reach me, and I continued to keep my pose even as he circled around me. Soon, he stopped behind me, but I didn't dare speak. Last night was a get to know each other session while this was... I had no idea what to describe it as, so I forced the question from my head and slowly exhaled.

Seconds later, he delivered a hard smack to one side of my ass, and this time, I couldn't have stopped my moan from escaping even if I tried, and I had. A breath or two later, he wound one hand through my hair, then roughly yanked me up onto my knees.

"So fucking beautiful," he said, and the praise brought a smile to my face. "I've pictured you on your knees many times. Some of those times, you would be just like this."

"Like what?" I whispered.

"Presenting yourself in an act of submission. Whether I would later picture my dick in your tight ass, or you sucking me off, it always started this way. And you're even more beautiful than I ever could've imagined. There's only one problem."

"What is it?" I asked, suddenly concerned that I had upset him in some way. Hawke's instructions had been etched in my mind so as I tried to go through them all in my head, I couldn't figure out what I had possibly messed up.

"I want to see you completely naked. Let's remedy that right here and now."

Easton released my hair from his grip, then extended his hand out to me. Once I was on my feet, he pulled me against him. I could feel how hard he was as his erection pressed against my ass. His words from seconds ago came rushing back, but I managed to bite my tongue enough to hold it inside.

He covered both breasts with his hands. I stood there and allowed him access to any part of me that he wanted, and at the moment, it was just this. He squeezed both heavy globes causing my nipples to harden. They were so tight and sore and when he shifted his hand so he could brush his thumbs across them, I let out a small whimper.

"Your safe word... What is it?"

I could barely even focus long enough to think of anything, but I finally did. "Gemini."

"Is that your sign?" he asked me, and I nodded.

"Gemini it is, then. With that business out of the way, what are your hard limits?"

He stepped back and as he began to remove his clothing, I couldn't help but gawk at him. The man was even sexier than I'd imagined he'd be. Whenever he'd do public scenes, I'd see parts of him, but nothing as vivid as what I was seeing now. My mouth watered while my tongue went dry. It was only when I remembered his question that I cleared my throat.

"Outside of a few exceptions, I'm okay with most types of play. I don't like anything that involves peeing, needles, or humiliation. I'm okay with pretty much everything else edge-play related. I can take pain, and I'm even okay with temporary branding as long as it's not permanent. I..."

Upon realizing I was rambling, I stopped mid-thought then turned my eyes back to him. Seeing not only his shirtless physique, but his long cock made me nearly swallow my tongue. My eyes stayed glued on him and it, all while my mind raced with a myriad of thoughts including whether he would actually fit inside of me or not.

"How do you want me?"

"What?"

"You're the masseuse. How do you want me to lay on this table?"

"Oh." I had forgotten altogether that he had requested a massage tonight. His question shouldn't have caught me off guard, and it only did because he was so damn distracting. "You can start by laying face down on the table."

I walked toward the piece of equipment, and he followed. When I reached the front where his head would be, a number of impure thoughts crossed my mind. Thankfully, this was something new as far as that was concerned because I never imagined doing anything sexual with any client of mine. Not now or never. Easton was special, though. I knew now that this would be a night I'd never forget.

He climbed onto the table, and as he settled himself down, I almost sighed at the loss of view. I'd see his cock and much more soon enough, but starting the massage this way would help calm my racing nerves. Easton didn't immediately drop his head, instead holding it up so he could look at me.