Drunk In Love: The Complete Series: BBW BDSM Erotica (8 page)
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Authors: Sasha Livingston
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Everyone raised their glass and cheered, saying my name throughout the house as if I were a superstar. Kyle came up and pulled on the small robe cord that held it closed.
Taking the robe off revealed my mistress attire: a black leather skirt that hugged my curves, black, spiked heels with a bit of flare just in case I had to put my foot down a slave’s throat, a black leather corset hugging my breasts, and of course, now my new necklace swung from my neck.
I was smiling so hard I could feel my face stretching.
“See, I told you that it was possible, Mistress,” Kyle whispered in my ear as I sipped my wine. “Now go out there and make us proud.”
I picked up my glass and saluted everyone that was there.
All the hell I went through was worth it. Now I stood in front of these people, half-naked without a care in the world. I was more confident than I had ever been, and I owed it to this journey.
I was a mistress now; a full-fledged mistress.
*****
“A
www... I’m sorry to hear that,” I told Christian, my newest conquest. It was the same story I’d heard over and over again. Girl runs over boy, breaks his heart, and he comes to drink the pain away. “I can help you get over that, you know.”
He picked his head up. He was about to ask a question when we were rudely interrupted.
“Sam, what are you doing here?” Trevor’s smile and slurred speech were the last things I wanted to see or hear right now.
“Hello, Trevor.” The sight of him now made me want to vomit. He looked the same, with his disheveled hair, crooked smile, and body reeking of whiskey. His clothes looked as if they hadn’t seen a washer or an iron in months.
He moved to hug me, but I pushed him away.
“Oh man. It is so nice seeing you. Did you lose weight?” he asked, trying to embarrass me. My size was no longer an issue that he could use against me.
“Nope, I’m the same size I was when I kicked you out.” He got the hint. His smile turned down to a frown.
“Yeah, well, that was a big mistake on your part.” It was beginning. He was about to try to embarrass me. Maybe he’d call me fat, dumb whore in front of Christian, but I wasn’t going to allow it.
“I doubt it. Your whisky dick wasn’t satisfying me. You didn’t deserve me, and I stayed with you two years too long.” Christian took my lead, standing up from his bar stool as I stood from mine. “Now, if you don’t mind, my date and I are leaving. You have a horrible rest of your life, asshole.”
Christian took my hand and we left the bar, leaving Trevor shit-faced and standing in his own pitifulness.
In the cool air, I tried to calm down, resetting myself for the task I was here for.
“Wow. That was intense.” Christian smiled, still holding my hand. He was cute, a little shorter than I liked them, but I could live with that. I wanted him on his knees, anyway. And his ginger-colored hair made me want to run my hands through it. His stocky build would be good for when I decided to ride him.
Thinking about all of the possibilities had my inner thighs wet. I hadn’t had a slave like him before.
Yet.
The truth was that Christian and I had just met. He wasn’t my date just as much as Kyle wasn’t my date the night we’d met.
“Yeah, sorry you had to see that,” Trying to find my bearings, I thought quickly. “He was like your girlfriend. I was you a few months ago,” I admitted to Christian.
“What do you mean?”
I smiled at his question. I had him, and he had no idea. It was over for him before it even began.
“I’ll explain it all to you at my house, if you want to come.”
He thought about it. I watched the wheels turn in his head as he pondered the pros and cons. A few seconds went by before he nodded.
“Come with me, sweetie. Let Sammy make it all better.”
Holding his hand and walking down the street in the night air, I give him one rule:
“Now, you have to do what I say and how I want, okay?”
Flashing me a look from his doe-like eyes, he nodded again. His heart was broken like mine was the day I met Kyle. He was as intrigued as I was that night—confused and hurt, but already forgetting the girl that broke his heart.
And just like that, the legend of Mistress Samantha began.
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