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  The question is what will he announce? We have a great relationship but I wonder if making it public will change the dynamic of what we have. Rocking the boat hasn’t been worth it to me so I’ve put that conversation on ice for another time. I just want to enjoy what we have and he has been spoiling me absolutely rotten. It was hard to get accustomed to at first but he doesn’t take no for an answer.

  I headed into the office and prepared for my cluster fuck of a day. So many people want to get into meetings with him and I have to balance that with the people that he actually needs to see.

  “Camille, my coffee,” Kyle said.

  “Yes sir,” I said as I headed for the cappuccino maker. Nothing but the best for my boss.

  My work day flew by because that’s what happens when you go a mile a minute without stopping. I walked into Kyle’s office to straighten up his desk for the evening. I heard him walk in behind me and close the door. My pulse raced because I knew what that meant for me.

  “You young lady, have done a very good job,” he said in his smooth voice that always got my engine revved.

  “Well I aim to please,” I responded.

  “Good, because I’ve wanted to spank that ass all day, pull up your skirt and bend over the desk.”

  I don’t know if I’m ever going to get used to following his commands. It’s not that I don’t want to; it’s just that every time it is just as exciting as the last. My body has the same reaction over and over again, I’m addicted to it and I’m addicted to him. I made sure to do as he commanded and just the way that I know he likes it.

  I pulled up my skirt, pulled my panties down towards my knees, spread my legs, placed my hands flat on the desk, and bent over so that the side of my cheek was resting on it.

  “Hardly any hesitation, you’re getting better as time goes on.”

  “I’m trying Sir,” I said as my breathing became ragged.

  I heard him walk across behind me and I braced myself for his touch. His hand rubbed my ass slowly and I melted against his touch.

  “You like that Camille?”

  “Yes Sir,” I whispered.

  This earned me a loud and resounding slap on my ass and it stung like hell.

  “I can’t hear you when you whisper, speak up when I ask you a question,” he demanded.

  I took in a deep breath and mentally bitch slapped myself for forgetting to speak up. That’s one of his major commands to me. He doesn’t just want me to speak up during play or sex, but in our relationship in general. Kyle is a huge fan of open and honest communication. One of his pet peeves is when I’m upset and I refuse to tell him what I’m thinking. So when I’m really upset with him, I use silence as my weapon. I know it’s a little childish but I get my point across and that’s all that matters.

  “Yes Sir,” I said louder.

  “MMMmm that’s better.” He slipped his hand between my legs and cupped my sex. My pussy was still puffy and swollen from our activity last night. He slowly parted my lips and dipped his middle finger inside of me.

  “Yessss,” I moaned.

  “You’re so greedy, haven’t you had enough?”

  “I don’t know if I can ever get enough of you,” I admitted.

  He pulled his finger from me and swatted my ass in slow hard smacks to the fleshy part of my bottom. I lifted my head up when my ass began to heat up.

  “I don’t think so,” he said pressing my face back down onto the desk, “Not until I’m finished.”

  I went slack under his touch and waited on him to finish. His slaps got faster and they stung a lot more. My legs began to shake, I shifted my weight from one foot to another, and my ass felt like it was on fire. Just when I was about to plead for him to stop, they stopped. I tried to catch my breath and then I felt his warm breath against my pussy.

  “Kyle,” I moaned.

  “Shhhhhh, I want to savor this,” he said as his mouth sucked hungrily at the lips down below. There was a sensation of pain and pleasure that went through me. I wanted his mouth to continue its slow assault on my inflated lips. He darted his tongue inside of me before licking my lips again and licking my clitoris with the flat of his tongue. I felt like his favor flavor of ice cream on a hot summer day.

  I lay relaxed on the table while he orally enjoyed me. I made sure to stay in the position that he liked so that he would make me cum. I’ve made the mistake of moving in the past and as a result he would bring me to the edge and then leave me hanging. That’s always felt like one of the worst punishments ever. That feeling of needing to cum, but being denied.

  My clit began to pulsate, my head start spinning, and my body went into spasms. I erupted like a volcano and he savored every drop as promised.

  “I want to fuck you again but we’re going to have to wait, you’re too swollen,” he said.

  I heard him walk towards his couch and take a seat.

  “Come here and return the favor,” he commanded.

  I licked my lips, lowered myself to the floor, and crawled over to meet his request.

  ***

  Walking into my apartment seemed so odd to me because I hadn’t been there in weeks. I had to come home to collect my mail, dust, and take a breather. Being with Kyle all the time is intense and I really enjoy it but sometimes I need a little bit of a break. I crawled into my bed and moaned at the nostalgia of it all. My apartment had been my safe haven away from the world that I escaped before.

  My peace would be short lived because Cynthia and Sandy would be coming over soon. They hadn’t seen me in a while and they were on the verge of stalking. Sandy actually threatened to call the police because she was sure that I had been brainwashed and kidnapped. She can be so damned dramatic sometimes. But the truth is that I’ve missed my friends just as much as they’ve missed me. My schedule is ridiculous because I work most of the day and then I crash at Kyle’s place, not just because we’re together, but because it’s convenient.

  Kyle is hanging out with a few friends tonight and I have the luxury of hanging out with two people that I care about. I am looking forward to it. I peeled my work clothes off and slipped on my new Dolce & Gabbana track suit. He had even upgraded my lounge wear and I felt expensive no matter what I was wearing. This man is ruining me for any other relationship.

  I picked up the phone to order us some pizza, and walked over to my bar. My friends loved food and alcohol and so I had to provide these things so that I could avoid scrutiny. I wasn’t a big drinker because of my mom. I watched her drink herself into a stupor way too many times. She would drink heavily when she couldn’t afford drugs and that’s why I can’t stand the smell of beer to this day.

  I can’t begin to count the number of days and nights that I had seen my mom completely out of it. She always chose drugs over me and now I spend most of my time avoiding her. She never wants to spend any quality time with me or talk to me to see how I’m doing. The only reason she ever calls me is to beg for money. I used to do my best to provide for her but I can no longer handle that burden. She has to take care of herself the same way that I’ve taken care of myself since I was 7.

  I looked out the window and saw the car arrive. I watched as they walked to my door and I buzzed them inside. I heard Sandy’s loud mouth all way from down the hall. Cynthia was telling her to hush. That was pretty much the dynamic of our friendship. We all met as freshmen in high school and have been inseparable since. Sandy is loud, Cynthia is mild, and I’m “bougie”, according to them anyway. But we have a bond that’s unbreakable. I know that I can emotionally depend on them when I need to and they know that they can get the same from me.

  “Get your ass in here Sandy before my neighbors call the cops on you,” I scolded her.

  “That’s what I’ve been tryin’ to tell her. But you know she doesn’t know how to keep her mouth shut,” Cynthia said as she sat her purse down on my couch.

  “Screw the both of you heffa’s,” Sandy said as she made a bee line for the vodka sitting on my counter. “Ummm, y
ou said that you were going to feed us too,” she said expectantly.

  “Be patient, the pizza will be here soon. You know I’m going to feed you.”

  “That’s right,” Cynthia said, “We were beginning to think that you don’t love us anymore.”

  “You all know that you’re my girls. Nothing is ever going to change that.”

  “So what has been going on with you and Mr.Billionaire white boy anyway?” Sandy asked, “I’ve wanted to mind my business but it’s hard. I know you’ve met his family finally. Has he told anyone else outside them yet?”

  “No not yet. He says that it’s not the right time to let everyone know. I sort of agree with him on that because once he opens his mouth, people will question his relationship not just with me, but with the other assistants as well. He’s the boss but no one wants to deal with ridiculous gossip.”

  “But is it gossip, if it’s true?” Cynthia inquired.

  “It’s our business, and we don’t want people in it,” I responded.

  “Touchy touchy,” Sandy laughed, “Put away those claws, you may hurt someone,” she said as she mocked a cat’s hiss.

  “I know, I’m just a little defensive over our relationship. It’s new and I don’t want anything to ruin it. We already have the cards stacked against us. He’s ten years older, crazy rich, and the whole interracial thing. I want to take it slowly and not rush,” I said.

  I got quiet as I examined my feelings and realized that the words that I was saying were true. The slow method for he and I was for the best. Who knew what kind of shit storm I would walk into once we went public? Our relationship couldn’t handle that kind of scrutiny just yet, we were still getting to know each other.

  “I still say, that it shouldn’t matter what other people think about your relationship. When a man loves a woman he wants everyone to know. I just want what’s best for you and I don’t want to see you being used,” Cynthia said.

  “Thanks for being honest about how you feel. Those are the kind of things that I need to hear. I just know that I’m not ready. So don’t entirely blame him for this situation because its working both ways.”

  “Wait one damned minute,” I heard Sandy yell. She looked over towards my door and saw my black pumps. “Are those Jimmy Choos!?”

  I playfully rolled my eyes, “Yes they are.”

  “Can I touch them?”

  “You’re so silly! Of course you can touch them. We wear the same size, you can even test them out.”

  She wasted no time and she was strutting around my apartment in the shoes in under 30 seconds.

  “I swear she acts like she doesn’t have any home training,” Cynthia laughed, “Girl, we can’t take you anywhere.”

  “I know how to act like I have some sense. When I went to the rooftop party, I fit in just fine. Well if you completely ignored the fact that Camille and I were the only black people there that weren’t working. But there were so many fine white boys and I bet they were loaded. When is the next party? I better be invited.”

  “I don’t know when his family is hosting another party. At this point the parties aren’t anything special. He and I are always at some kind of event and I have to make sure that I’m rubbing elbows with the elite.”

  Sandy smacked her lips as she posed in front of my full length mirror, “I think you’re just trying to keep all of them to yourself. Cynthia and I want to upgrade too.”

  “Speak for yourself,” Cynthia interjected, “I have a man and I’m happy.”

  “I stand corrected, I want to upgrade and Cynthia NEEDS to upgrade.”

  We all laughed as Cynthia threw one of my pillows off of the couch at Sandy. I didn’t care for Cynthia’s boyfriend either. I wasn’t going to openly agree with what Sandy was saying but I wasn’t going to disagree either. Her man has 3 children by 3 different women and was working at UPS at night. He was hardly making any money and she had to struggle for everything. A man should be a help not a hindrance.

  Her self esteem was way too low in my opinion. She was a size 12, with a pear shape, light complexion, and natural hair that makes her look regal. She has been trying to get me to stop perming my hair for years but I need my “creamy crack.” We all have different preferences and I preferred my hair straight, and with 18 inches of extensions sewed into it.

  My phone rang and it was the pizza company. I headed down to get our dinner and I knew that tonight was going to be a great one.

  I really love my girls.

  #Chapter2

  “A weekend in the city of love will do us both some good.” Kyle

  Wow, it has been a crazy few months since I first met Camille.

  My buddies had been railroading me about how I’ve been missing in action. It was nice to take some time out of my schedule and hang out with them for bit while Camille is seeing her girlfriends. Beer, Burgers and NFL talk is always a good stress release for a guy. Good friends are irreplaceable and I’ve had my fair share of bad ones. In my business I can’t afford to surround myself by anyone who isn’t authentic. It’s a waste of my time.

  My loft felt empty without Camille here with me. I wanted to call her and to have her come back but I had a feeling that she needed the space. She’s earned it. She’s been working her butt off for months and a part of me feels bad about it but I like having her all to myself every day. Waking up next to her and having her in my office has been the greatest feeling.

  Her smart mouth is one of her best qualities, although I’ll never tell her that. I love how raw she is. I’ve been working on finding a balance between her keeping her individuality and her adjusting to meet my demands. She’s been trying so hard, and I still have to stifle a laugh when she hesitates to do as I ask. I can almost see her mind yelling at her and telling her not to. But she always complies.

  She has given me such a great gift. Her submission means everything to me, so much more than what I’ve gotten from others. She has a very strong will and she’s not a naturally submissive woman, yet she honors me in the way that I ask. In the beginning I know it was my looks and my money. But when she walked away from me, I knew that she couldn’t be bought, and that her self-respect means a lot to her.

  She’s so different from the other women that I’ve owned and dated. When they walked away they weren’t walking back into poverty. They all came from well to do families and would be just fine without me. Camille left me and didn’t have much, it bruised my ego but it made me respect her even more. I also know that I can trust her and that she wants me for the right reasons.

  Even with all of these thoughts in my head, I miss her. She is a huge part of my life now and I can only hope that she knows how I feel. I will admit that I’m not the most vocal when it comes to my feelings but I’m working on changing that part of myself. She makes me want to be better and I really want to show her how much she means to me.

  I decided to sit down with my laptop and found myself searching for cruises. I wondered if she’d ever been on a cruise. She and I were long overdue for a vacation. It’s time for me to pull out all of the stops and show her just how generous I could be. It’s easy to want to do things for a person that doesn’t expect them or need them to be happy. I love watching her eyes light up when I surprise her with gifts.

  I settled on a cruise with Crystal Cruises and couldn’t wait to tell Camille that we were going to Australia and New Zealand. Even if she’s been on a cruise before, I know that she’s never been on one like this. Traditional cruises that most people go on have rooms that are like boxes, even their highest rooms are small. I booked us the best suite that this cruise had to offer and it was about the size of her current apartment. But I had to book that 2 months away from now but I am looking forward to it.

  I also wanted to do something for this upcoming weekend. A trip to Paris should suffice, and she can shop until her heart is content. A weekend in the city of love will do us both some good and she’ll be able to relax. I will make sure that she leaves her work phone in the U
.S.A. Work will be the last thing on either of our minds when we’re there, that much is for sure!

  I decided to call it a night so that I could see Camille in the morning. She was going to flip, in a good way, when I revealed what I had in store for us. In two days, we would be far away from here and kissing on top of the Eiffel Tower.

  My phone rang and my heart jumped. I hoped like hell that it was Camille but it was a number that I didn’t recognize. I answered warily, I hate getting personal calls at this time of the evening from unknown numbers.

  “Hello?”

  “Kyle?” A familiar timid voice asked.

  “Yes, who is this?”

  “Hey, It's Charlotte.”

  The phone went quiet and I was at a loss for words. I hadn’t spoken to Charlotte, my last submissive, since the day that she decided to leave. I honestly expected to never hear from her again. I tried to contact her on multiple occasions but my calls and emails had been ignored.

  “What a pleasant surprise, how can I help you?” I said in the voice that I use for clients.

  “I’m sorry for calling you so late, but I wanted to speak to you. Is that okay?”

  “I have a few minutes; I was getting ready to go to bed.”

  “Oh good,” she said with a sigh of relief, “Can you tell the doorman to let me upstairs?”

  “Sorry what? You’re here? What’s going on Charlotte?”

  “I’m sorry this was stupid. I didn’t even take into account that you might have someone with you.”

  “I’m here alone but that’s beside the point. You know it’s rude to come by someone’s home unannounced.”