Part 1

Getting a new job always wracks my nerves. Introducing myself to new people, trying to figure out who is worth talking to and who I should avoid. Its exhausting. Walking around the building with my new boss has my anxiety on edge. I'm not a people person anymore yet what do I do, work a job that requires me to talk to people nonstop. Being a counselor means a lot to me though. I had a very rough childhood and my mental health now shows it. I want to help other people never feel the way I did. As I'm being introduced to all my new coworkers I see her. Her ice blue eyes immediately catch my attention. She smiles at me and introduces herself. Christine. Her blonde hair is short and her tanned skin makes her eyes make her blue eyes pop. I'm close enough to smell her perfume and it makes my heart jump to my throat. I can feel the heat traveling to my cheeks. I'm such an idiot. I'm married and the last thing I need to be thinking about is how attractive this woman is. We make small talk and then I head to my office. My head still spinning from seeing this beautiful creature. I'm in trouble. I'm going to have to see her every day. Interact with her. So I stuff down my feelings and try to focus on work. This is my first real counseling job and I can't afford to screw this up. I spend my day getting acquainted with my work load and the way things go around here but I continously catch myself thinking about those eyes. Later in the day we all gather for a meeting and before I see her I can smell her. My heart once again pounds beneath my ribcage. Why am I acting like a school girl with a crush. 

Focus Kat Focus. She sits across from me and I watch her with my coworkers. Everyone she's sitting with are blonde, thin, tanned, and just the type of women I try to avoid in my life. Between my jet black hair, dark clothing, and black nail polish those women would have been the ones that made my life hell in school. I'm fully aware I'm a plus sized girl that looks like she never left her emo phase in high school. I'm fine with it. Comfortable. This is who I am. I like my dark clothes, horror movies, and true crime. Taxidermy and animal bones are scattered around my house. As I sit and watch the Barbie girls chit chat and giggle I feel my annoyance growing. Yet I cannot take my eyes off Christine. Her soft smile makes me swoon and I begin to feel the dark edges of my mind fantasizing about what she would look like beneath me. Stop it Kat. You're married. What the fuck are you doing? I turn my attention to a woman who seats herself unusually close to Christine. I watch her put her hand on the small of her back and my heart drops. That's not a friendly touch. They're together. Fuck. Well, now you have to behavior for sure. You're married and she's with someone. I sit stewing in my jealousy as I watch them laugh and touch one another. Eventually the woman introduces herself to me, Lacey. I try not to roll my eyes as she also looks like she could fit in with the Barbies. Of course that's her type. Why wouldn't it be? We make small talk about how my first day was and if I think I will stick around for awhile. Of course I smile and say I will but I also know myself. I have a tendency to pick up my shit and leave the minute I feel like I'm no longer respected. I think the longest I've stayed at a job is 4 years and the least was 2 months. I'm old enough I know I need to protect my peace and my mind, job be damned. I know that part of my personality pisses my husband off but I don't care. I never go 2 weeks without a job so I'm not worried. The way Christine looks at me is intoxicating. She's friendly and outgoing. I am neither. I'm sure she looks at everyone that way so why I have it in my head I'm special I don't know. I walk out of the meeting flustered. I feel like I'm right back in high school, crushing hard on a girl and having to hide it. Being bisexual was a fad for other girls when I was growing up but not me. I've always been able to appreciate the female form and be brought down to my knees by it.

I head back to my office to pack up when my new boss runs up behind me. "Katherine, hold up", she says in a sweet voice. Ugh. Firstly, I hate my full name. Secondly, my new boss, Julia, also looks like she could sit with the Barbies. She's tall, slender, with light brown hair that brushes against her shoulders. "Katherine" she says again. I try to keep my eyes from rolling. "Some of us are going to dinner and I thought it would be a good way for you to get to know everyone", Julia smiles, I can already tell by the look on her face I'm expected to say yes. "Umm", I start rolling my bottom lip between my teeth, "I guess I can make that work. Where did you have in mind?". Julia squeals and claps her hands together. She's obviously way too excited which means I have to keep my 'I'm friendly' mask on a little bit longer. "We were thinking the Silver Diner. It's the best place in town we've got and I really think you will like it", Julia's eyes are lit up like Christmas trees. "I guess I'll see you there", I murmur. Fuck. I hate being social, especially when I barely know anyone I will be social with. "Great!", Julia quips, "Meet us there at 7". I smile, nod, and turn back to head to my office. My mask slips and I hear a voice say "You got guilted too, huh?". I turn and see someone who finally looks like me. She's short with curly dark brown hair, with wisps of grey scattered across the strands. Tattoos on both of her arms and hands make me oddly comfortable. I feel like she is my kind of people. She half smiles "Name's Jacqueline. Your office is next to mine and apparently I am also invited to dinner". I half smile back. Jacqueline looks just as pleased as I feel, which isn't much. "Eh. I'm just not a social person. People are a lot of work". She chuckles, " yeah I'm not either. Especially with the group she invited. Bunch of blondes that looks like they should be skipping in their Ugg boots drinking Starbucks". I smile. A genuine, big smile. "I called them the Barbie group in my head during the meeting". Jacqueline roars with laughter, "I think that's the perfect name for them." We turn away from each other and I pack my things. It's going to be an interesting night. 

I pull up to the Silver Diner and take a deep breath. Why do I do this to myself? I know I would much rather be at home with a glass of wine and a good book. I tell my clients all the time, set boundaries. Do what makes you happy and not to worry about making others happy. Yet here I am, sitting in my car ready to run into traffic because I would rather get hit by a bus than socialize with the Barbies. I walk across the dimly lit parking lot to the Diner. It's small, with big glass windows on each of the walls, giving the illusion it's bigger. It looks new which makes it stand out against the rustic buildings on the street. I moved to Pavilion because I figured I needed to get out of the city and live somewhere quieter. I'm still getting used to the idea that one of my neighbors has chickens that literally cross the road daily. I'm used to gun shots, cars, and general city noise. It's quiet here and that's going to take some getting used to. Before I go inside I text my husband. 

Gonna be home late. Got invited to dinner with my new coworkers. 

I can hear his chuckle from here before my phone pings with his response. 

Play nice and try not to scare them away. 

He knows me better than I know myself sometimes. I smile and slip my phone into my bag. I take another deep breath and open the door to the Diner. Leather covered booths surround the walls and the middle of the room is scattered with tables. There is a large tall table in the back, near the bar, that's surrounded by Barbies. I groan and slowly walk towards the table. My stomach flips when I realize Christine is at the table. Jacqueline waves me over and has already saved a seat for me next to her. Thank Christ it's on the end of the table but it's right across Christine. I hop into my chair because being short is oh so fun. Christine and Lacey are seated right next to each across from me. I smile at them both, even though I get a flash of pushing Lacey off her chair. I order a glass of wine and chicken wrap. The crisp Merlot is exactly what I need to help keep this fake smile on my face. I sip and watch. The Barbies all seem to be the best of friends which only makes me want to run out of there. The aura coming off of them all is that they are mean girls and believe they are better than everyone else. Great. Just how I want to spend my evening. My eyes keep falling back to Christine. She's so beautiful. I study her tanned skin, the small tattoos that decorate her arms and as my eyes make it down to her hands where I see a ring. Holy shit she's married. Now I definitely need to chill out. I watch as Lacey drinks from Christine's beer and giggles. I don't know why women think it's cute to drink or eat their partner's stuff. That shit would annoy me and I've been married for almost 15 years. I watch their arms cross and realize that Christine and Lacey are touching each other under the table. Ugh.

The evening goes by quickly and I couldn't be more thankful. It was awkward for me and I didn't say much. We all pay our bills and I swiftly head out into the parking lot. I pull my vape from my purse and inhale deeply. As the nicotine hits my head I feel dizzy. I don't care because I need to relax. "Hey Kat hold on a second" I hear behind me. As I turn I see Jacqueline jogging towards me. "Can you believe what they were doing at the table?". My brow furrows, communicating my confusion. "Lacey and Christine were all over each other. Like just flaunt the fact your cheating on your spouse in front of the whole town why don't you". I pause. Now I'm really confused. Jacqueline reads my mind "They aren't married to each other. Lacey has a husband and Christine has a wife". I can't control my face. My eyes widen and I'm genuinely shocked. "Soooo, they are cheating with each other?", I ask, like a child needing her to spell it out for me. "Yes", Jacqueline responds with disbelief, "Apparently it's been going on for awhile and they don't even try to hide it". I'm stunned. I'm not exactly one to judge, considering my own affairs in the past, why my husband has stayed with me I will never understand. I realize Jacqueline is staring at me, waiting for me to respond. "I mean, do whatever makes you happy I guess". Jacqueline is not pleased with my response. Her lips tighten together, "well if you're going to do something so bad, maybe you shouldn't flaunt it like it's no big deal. Especially if you're trying not to get caught by your spouse". I shrug. I'm usually not one to believe idle gossip and since I just met everyone I'm doing my best not to judge too quickly. Jacqueline stares at me hard, "Well before I was divorced if I thought my husband was cheating I would have cut his dick off and fed it to him". I chuckle. "I don't understand how people can do that". My face drops, I do. I've done it. Sometimes there is a dark hole in your chest and you will do whatever you can to fill it. Jacqueline starts to read my mind again, "I don't try to judge. It's just not something ai would put up with". I nod. "Well", Jacqueline seems to realize she may have struck a nerve with me, "better get home to my kids. See you Monday." I snap out of my head, "Oh yeah see you Monday Jacqueline". She frowns, "call me Jackie". I smile and wave, then walk back to my car. My mind is reeling. Don't you dare cheat on him again. He can't take it. You love him you dope and you know good and well you don't want him to leave you.

I drive home in silence. Day dreaming about those blue eyes. I walk into my house and it smells amazing. Raven must have cooked something good for him and the kids. "Hey babe", Raven chirps, kissing my forehead. I love when he does that. "Did you behave?". I shrug and nod my head. "Good girl". Oof. Instantly I feel the heat in my face and the wetness pooling between my legs. His deep voice always sends shivers down my spine when he says that. He smiles at me and looks me up and down with his dark eyes. "You look amazing". I swoon. "Maybe I'll have to give my good girl a treat later". Blood fills my cheeks and I know he sees it. His mouth morphing into a sinister grin. He knows what he's doing. Raven kisses my cheek and slaps my ass with one swift flick of his hand. I could melt into the floor. Raven knows exactly what it takes to make me a puddle before his feet. Ever since we started doing the Dom/sub relationship full time, we are so much closer. The ease that creeps into my body knowing he will take care of me is exactly what I need. I'm so used to needing to be in control, only because I'm an anxious bundle of nerves all the time and being in control helps. Raven winks at me and walks into his office. I know I have time to shower and get comfortable because he will be in there video gaming for a bit. 

The hot water feels amazing. I love showers. I imagine washing off all the grime and the bullshit of the day. I lean my head back and let the water run down my face. Closing my eyes I instantly see Christine's face. I smile and feel the familiar tingle between my legs. My nipples harden as the water continues to run down my body. Crap. She's consumed me and I don't even know her. It's like she's put a spell on me and I'm already her slave.

 I get out of the shower and slip on my black lace teddy. I already know what's to come and if the juices between my thighs tell me anything, I'm aching for it. Raven comes in the bedroom and I'm already in bed. I hardly notice him at first as my face is buried in my latest serial killer novel. I should have been a forensic psychologist. My obsession with dark minds is almost unhealthy. I want to know how they work. Why they think the way they do. I'm snapped out of my book when I hear him growl, "My goddamn look at you". I peer up from my book and smirk at him. Raven bites his bottom lip and looks at me like he wants to devour me. His thick arms tighten while his broad shoulders tense. Oh this is gonna be fun. He crawls onto the bed slowly making his way to me. Raven kisses the inside of my legs, sending a shiver down my spine. He makes his way up to my thighs and nips me. My breath hitches and I bite my bottom lip. He looks up at me with a devilish grin. Before I realize what he's doing, Raven grabs my ankles and pulls me farther down the bed. He kisses my inner thighs and nips them again lightly. He cups my ass as he pulls me towards his face. His hot breath flowing over my clit. I jump. Raven lets out a low chuckle, followed by a growl. Slowly, he traces my folds with his tongue and I shake. I've never been good with being teased. Raven jumps off and I scrunch my face. He raises an eyebrow at me and I settle. He reaches under the bed and pulls out the box. Our box. It's filled with toys, ropes, handcuffs, and a plethora of fun things we use during sex. He pulls out the black rope and I shudder. He plans on teasing me a lot and while I hate it, I know I love it too. Raven ties my ankles and wrists to the bed posts. Smiling greedily while he does it. I know he loves this. I watch his cock stiffen beneath his pants as he tightens the last rope. Raven makes his way back down between my legs, once again his hot breath flooding over my body. I groan. My skin feels like it's on fire. His rough hands grab my thighs tightly and pull my legs apart. Quickly he dives his tongue into me, making me gasp as my back arches. He moans into me as he continues to swirl his tongue around my clit. I moan and gasp. I'm never quiet. I sound like a damn porn star with how loudly I moan but he knows my body so well. Raven sits up and looks deeply into my eyes "Who's my angel?". Breathless I whisper, "I am, sir." He grins, "good girl" and dives back into me. Raven slides two fingers into me and I feel the orgasm growing in my belly.

My toes curl when his fingers do. Hitting that sweet spot so perfectly. My back arches as my orgasm builds. I remind myself to ask him if I can come. Raven pauses long enough to grow at me "you better" and darts his tongue back to my clit. The orgasm bursts from me and I let out a loud groan. My body twitching beneath him. He doesn't stop. He slides his fingers in and out of me while I ride the wave. As my body settles, Raven slowly pulls his fingers out of me and softly kisses my clit before standing up. He takes his shirt off and throws it to the ground. I love staring at his broad chest. The "master" tattoo on his shoulder looks so small compared to the rest of him. It makes me look down at my "submissive" tattoo. I love that we got those. They are Japanese symbols so not everyone knows what they are, except us. He slides his pants down and his thick cock springs from his boxers. I call him beer can, he hates it but goddamn if it isn't accurate. Raven crawls on top of me, placing the tip against my opening. He grins as he slowly slides himself up and down my clit. Fuck. I squirm beneath him trying to work my hips to push him inside me. Raven grabs my throat and my body stills. "You know better my angel. You get me when I say so and not a second before. You understand". I nod. He keeps his hand on my throat and continues to rub himself on me. I groan. This is torture. I'm throbbing and aching, needing to feel him fill me up. Slowly he pushes inside me and stops. I groan again and try to buck my hips. As soon as I do he pulls out of me. Raven leans down to my face "what did I just say?". I whimper. I know what he said but I know what I want. I mean I'm a brat for a reason. He tilts my hips and delivers a hard smack to my ass. The sting spreads across my back. He smiles and pushes me onto the bed. "I think I want to take you from behind". He unties my feet and twists me around. My arms cross as my wrists are still tied, the rope biting into my skin. He props my hips up and I hear him groan. "Such a pretty sight". Raven thrusts into me and I gasp loudly, feeling him fill me so quickly sends my eyes rolling back. He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls me back. "You are all mine do you understand me?" "Yes sir" I manage to squeak out. He nips at my ear and pounds himself into me. Over and over he thrusts into me hitting that sweet spot again. I feel another orgasm building in my stomach. My eyes are permanently rolled back as I continue to groan. I feel myself tighten around him and ask if I can come again. "Come on my cock angel, do it now", he demands. His commanding voice sends me over the edge as I scream out. His hand covers my mouth "now it's my turn". Raven keeps his hand tightly on my mouth and his other hand holds my shoulder firmly. Faster and harder he pounds into me and I think I'm going to snap in half. He throws his head back and lets out his own deep moan as he fills me with his seed. I moan and scream against his hand. God he feels so good. As he comes down from his climax he falls onto the bed, I roll next to him and lay my head on his heaving chest. He runs his fingers through my hair. I feel like my body molds into his. Sweaty and breathing hard he looks down at me "I don't know how I could forget how good you feel". I smile, "you don't feel too bad yourself". He chuckles and looks at my wrists. "Guess I better untie you so you can clean up". He makes quick work of my restraints and it doesn't take long before I'm free. I stand up, too quickly, and my knees shake. I hear the deep snicker behind me. "Careful now angel. You look like a baby deer". I glare at him. He sits up, amused with himself and smiles. "I'm fine" I snap, "just need to get my sea legs back". I make my way into the bathroom and clean myself up. I lay down back in the bed, satiated and ready to drift to sleep. Raven kisses my head "I love you so much" , "I love you too" I whisper, my eyes getting so heavy I can't keep them open. Raven plays with my hair as I fall asleep and all I can dream about is those blue eyes.