Cherry Bomb by JW Phillips Read Free Book Online

wrote it.
     
    You would be simply magnificent in a cotton
tee-shirt and yoga pants. I want you to feel as beautiful as you
are. Please wear them tonight. At least for a little while.
     
    I took out the heels and tried them on. I
wobbled and felt like a newborn calf. I was far from graceful and
beautiful, but Sir went a long way toward showing me
differently.
    I called Amy to inform her I would have my
interview written and on her desk in less than two days. But the
truth was I wanted someone to know I was meeting him at The Dungeon
that night. Safety was the first rule I was taught in journalism.
She shrilled and she didn’t even know what I was truly planning on
doing with him.
    I spent the rest of the day writing and then
editing, which I dreaded, my article. Just listening to Sir’s
smooth, lyrical voice on my recorder caused lust to pool dark and
dangerous in the little black panties Sir sent me. It had been so
long since I felt anything; it was strange how he affected me.
    I had to quell the ever-growing tension in
me. So I spent the remainder of the day, showering, shaving twice,
washing my hair, and then spent a good hour drying and styling it
so that it fell in thick, soft curls down my back. Thanks to James
insisting that I stayed perfectly put together the last sixteen
years, I was a pro at makeup. That night, I wanted to appear more
polished than ever. I think I hit the mark too, even I could see I
was somewhat hot.
    I took the ex-husband’s corvette that I had
made sure to ask for in the divorce. It was the first time I had
ever driven it, but something about high heels and a sports car
gets the juices flowing. I even caught myself rubbing my thighs
together on the ride over to meet Sir. As soon as I shifted into
park at The Dungeon, the cellphone vibrated in my cup holder.
     
    Master: Go through the front door
    It will lock behind you
    Take the stairs to the right
    At the top of them turn left
     
    I held my phone in my hands, making sure I
followed each direction correctly. Sir was right. Anticipation was
the biggest aphrodisiac. Lust bubbled through my veins. I could no
longer deny it; I was wet and totally aroused. I’d never felt so
turned on even when James was actively fucking me. I got to the top
of the stairs, turned left, and almost slammed into a door.
    “Come in,” I heard Sir say from a
distance.
    I cautiously opened the door and stepped into
what appeared to be a padded room. I jumped and dropped the
cellphone at the sound of the lock snapping closed. It was dark,
but well over a hundred candles glowed within the gloomy walls. I
never saw Sir, just suddenly felt his solid body at my back and his
breath swishing down my neck. My heart raced in my chest until he
slid his arms around my waist. His lips worked over the contour of
my ear causing a shiver to prickle down my spine. “You’re too
fucking perfect,” he purred, skimming his lips down the base of my
neck.
    I gasped, feeling his erection throbbing
through his jeans, and pulsating against my ass cheek. He stepped
back and started to unzip my dress. I was completely his to
control.
    “Think of a word you won’t forget,” he said
and slipped the dress off my shoulder, letting it pool on the
ground.
    However, the soft sound of his voice lured me
in until I didn’t notice I stood exposed in only the underwear, he
had delivered earlier to my home. I felt his index finger trail a
slow, definite stroke down the center of my spine, causing my head
to roll freely.
    “Word, beautiful.”
    “Why?”
    I started to turn around, but he gripped my
shoulders, stopping me. I couldn’t even turn my head. I wanted to
do nothing that Sir might consider defiant.
    “Because you need a safe word if you want me
to stop.”
    “Do your subs often use one?”
    My eyelids fluttered before I closed
them.
    “I’ve never had a sub use one before. As an
experienced Dom, I thrive on reading my sub’s body. A true Dom will
stop long before a safe word is