He’s considerate and kind. He always makes sure I reach a cl**ax when we’re together. I’ve got to write them down. When I come home it’s like I’ve imagined our time together. The only way I can feel they’re real is writing my experiences in this book. Be prepared for some heated words.
The time in his study:
Today we decided to work in his study. He’s close to finishing his manuscript and I’ve still got to learn more skills if I want to become a writer.
A few seconds pass and I glance up. Dean is staring at me. I blush and go back to working on my story. The next time I glance up and see that he’s still staring at me.
On the third time, Dean is still staring at me.
“Come here, Laura,” he says. I hear the change in his voice. His voice grows deeper and his eyes seem darker to me, like an animal who has scented his prey.
I get up and walk over to his desk.
He doesn’t say anything and I watch as he moves the computer out of the way. His hands go under my skirt, and he pulls the flimsy panties I am wearing down my legs and I step out of them. With his hands on my hips, he pulls me in front of him and sits me on the edge of the desk. My heart is pounding and my sex is weeping with cream. Not speaking any words is highly erotic.
He lifts the skirt and exposes my pu**y to his view. He places my legs on each of his thighs. Dean then sits back and stares at my exposed flesh. Having a man stare at your private parts is amazing.
He doesn’t do anything for some time and that’s when it dawns on me. I’d written a similar scene in one of my short stories, right after watching an erotic thriller on the television. This has to be that story. It’s about a woman who sits on the boss’s desk and can’t do anything until he gives her instruction. The reality is a lot better than I’d imagined.
His fingers start at the bottom of my legs and work their way up. Each touch is slow and drawn out. By the time he touches my cunt, I am panting on the desk.
“You’ve such a pretty pu**y,” he says.
Seconds pass and his tongue replaces his fingers. I watch as his head moves over my mound. His fingers spread my pu**y open wide and I gasp. His teeth nibble on my clit. He moves away and takes my hands, allowing me to open myself to him. I watch and feel as his fingers penetrate me. I come with his fingers inside me, his tongue licking my clit. my juices spreading all over his face. He stops only when I beg and plead with him to do so.
He unzips his pants and his large c**k replaces his fingers. He f**ks me on his desk, hard and fast. In no time at all he cl**axes and we lay on his desk panting. This isn’t about love; but simple gratification.
“I’m never going to look at this desk the same way again,” he said
Later, he took me to the shower where we made love again, more tender and sweet than any other time before. Dean fulfilled one of my stories
Dear Diary,
Today we travelled out of town and he took me to one of the towns he writes about in his books. Nothing sexual, though. It was the town where he grew up. His parents had died a few years ago and I learned that they had him later in life.
We had dinner at one of his favourite restaurants and we talked the whole time. He then took me to his school. We didn’t go in as it was closed for the summer. I couldn’t believe the sight of it though. He told me the town had suffered during the last recession and they made do with a small budget. I couldn’t believe how different Cape Falls could be. Barely anyone in my town got pregnant without a man at their side, where here I saw quite a few women on their own. When I asked, he told me that with different towns, different views were taken.
Cape Falls still held on to their historical heritage it would seem. Unmarried couples weren’t allowed and men were still pushed toward the church. I realized the unspoken rules I was breaking by being with Dean. I hadn’t thought about what people would think. Would they accept our relationship if we were to go public?
The true answer is, I didn’t know and to be honest, I didn’t care. For once in my life I’m happy and I don’t want that to change.
Dear Diary,
Dean has been quiet lately. It’s the anniversary of his wife and child's death. I booked time off from the library and went with him to their resting place. He broke down and my heart broke for him. I knew then that he wasn’t over them. Would he ever have a place for me in his heart? I know he cares, but does he love me?
What am I supposed to do?
Dear Diary
Today Dean asked me what I wanted to do and I did it, Diary. I handed him the book he’d given me, where I had marked the pages for what I wanted to try. For days I’d been thinking about Dean being my Master.
He sat and read the pages. “You’re sure?” he asked.
I spoke no words. Instead, I gave a nod of my head, a simple movement.
Oh God, it was fantastic. Nothing could have prepared me for what happened next.
Recreating the scene from Surrendering to Her Master:
“Remove your clothes, Laura,” Dean ordered.
I did. In no time at all my clothes were on the floor.
Dean got up from his computer and walked over to me. He circled me. Seconds ticked by and my anticipation grew. How could any woman stop themselves from talking?
“Do you want me, Laura?” he asked.
“Yes, Master,” I replied. Calling him Master felt so right.
“Kneel and show me how much you want to please me.”
I went to my knees and still didn’t say a word. In the book, Lisa bowed her head and I copied the writing.
“You look beautiful and submissive. What should I do with you?” he asked.
“Reward me, Master.” I answered.
“Did I give you permission to speak?”
“No, Master.”
“Five lashings for you. Get up and lean over the back of the sofa.”
I got up and rested my stomach on the back of the sofa, my hands holding onto the edge, placing my ass up in the air.
Like in the book, Dean ran his hands all over my ass.
I shook with excitement. Dean was going to punish me. Should wanting to submit to the man I love repulse me? I couldn’t think of a single reason to say no.
His hand landed smartly on one ass cheek and I yelped. The second followed by the third, fourth and fifth. Tears stung my eyes and he soothed a hand over the red flesh. My ass felt warm and hot.
“Are you going to speak without permission?” he asked.
“No, Master.”
“Good. Kneel,” he commanded.
Without questioning him, I got to my knees before him and he played with my hair. I’d kept the length loose, as I wanted to be prepared for our time together.