Page 52 of Sugarplum

“Thanks,” and I finally got to finishing my buttons. I sat up from the back seats of the van and opened the door.

“Want me to drive you home?” he offered. That was sweet. This must be what a normal relationship might be like.

I shook my head, “It’s okay. I still want to go around and buy some stuff for myself before I head home. Let me get your number.”

That got him happy. He gave me his number and as I headed for the road he waved back at me with a big smile on his face. I watched as he went back inside the bar.

When the coast was clear I crossed the street and got into my own car. I guess it was a good thing he didn’t know I had my car around because then he might get more creative and think of a way for me to spend the night with him.

I kind of felt sorry for Nick. He seemed like a nice guy, the type of man who my old self would kill to be with. He was sweet, handsome, gentle and he had a deep, poetic side too. If I didn’t experience something as hardcore as I did with Dylan then I might have found Nick to be the perfect match for me.

But that just wasn’t how things were. After sleeping with Dylan and Michael alike, both who were rough and dominant in their own way, normal sex, like the time I had with Nick, just seemed boring.

Admit it, you can’t escape it. You want Dylan back. You want to submit your fucked up self to him and be his little daughter, his slut and his slave. You love him and you need to be his.

I wanted to shut my mind up. I just needed to. Confused and slightly disappointed with my night out, I just decided to go get some coffee and head back home defeated.

Chapter Eight

“Hey,” Vicky called me as she dumped a small stack of papers on my desk. “How come you’re not wearing your little collar lately?”

My cheeks flushed red. I looked up at her and answered, “I broke it up with my uh…”

“Master? Dom?”

“Y-yeah,” I stuttered. Fuck, why was she asking me here instead of in her office, where no one could hear us.

“Sad,” she commented. “Well, anyway, I need half of these done by today. One more thing too; Michael’s been asking for you. You don’t want to piss of a board member, much less so one of the big guns around here.”

I reached forward and almost touched her, “Ma’am Vicky? What do you suggest I do?”

“Spread your legs and let him fuck you.” She then walked away.

Cold-hearted bitch. Well, at least she lived up to all expectations. She was a mean bitch, everyone gossiped about it and it was quite an accurate description for her, in every sense of the word.

The only problem though was that I didn’t want to fuck Michael. Sure, my time with Nick was boring and lifeless but that just meant I was still too attached to the rough style Dylan introduced to me. It would take time before normal sex became exciting for me. If I go out and let Michael take me then he’d abuse it and soon I’d be trapped.

If only it was that easy.

I took a moment to get started on the documents Vicky sent me and to my surprise I discovered these were papers for a big deal between this company and Dylan’s. I even saw some of his more personal information, the ones necessary for character screening and such.

Well, this sort of complicated things. It meant Dylan would be dropping by today or tomorrow for a business meeting. What if he saw me here? Would he even notice me? I promised I wouldn’t ignore him but wow it would be so awkward.

There was no time to further debate the issue. I just had to finish these papers, hand them to Vicky, then disappear and head back home. That was it.

What about Michael, then? Fuck. I needed to deal with him too.

***

It was nearly time to end the office day when I walked into Vicky’s office and dumped the required files.

“I got them all done,” I told her. “I didn’t want to wait and do the rest later on so I just went through the whole stack.”

Vicky looked impressed. “Good. Now go carry them up to Michael’s office. He wants to see you, personally.”

Oh fuck.

“Yes ma’am,” I simply responded and picked up the documents. I scurried through the office and the hallways down to the elevator. Fortunately for me, no one else had to go in and I had a few moments to myself as I made my way up to the boss’s office.

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