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throat, covering the choker.
I stared at the two of us in the mirror. Nate had a ruby towel wrapped around his flat waist and nothing else. His dark hair was wet from his shower, and he smelled faintly of a spicy aftershave. As always, he was as handsome as a headshot. But Nate came alive behind the camera.
“Black leather,” he said, “with silver hardware.”
An interesting fashion statement for the first day on the job, I thought, but kept the observation to myself. I already knew better than to respond with some wisecrackcomment. Nate could be unpredictable.
“Buckled tight,” he continued, dropping his towel now and stepping behind me.
I tensed immediately, not knowing what he was going to do.
“You’re nervous,” Nate said, taking my hands and placing them gently on the edge of the pink ceramic sink. “Aren’t you?”
“Yeah.” That was true enough.
“I’m going to make you forget your nerves,” he promised, and I felt him slide the dress up in the back, revealing my bikini panties.
“Aw,” he whispered, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “You wore black panties. Black down to the core.” His warm fingers slid the knickers past the tops of my thigh-high stockings. “But what’s this, baby? You’re breaking the dress code.”
I didn’t know what he meant, and I looked into the mirror once more, meeting his eyes as he gazed back at me. “Your ass is all black and blue.”
I lowered my eyes as a shudder worked through me. The welts and marks from his caning and Garrett’s cropping were only slowly fading. Nate admired his handiwork for a moment before pulling my hips back against him. I didn’t even think to resist—simply gave myself over to him as he started to fuck me, smoothly, evenly, sliding his cock in and out at a hypnotic pace.
“You’ll be at the counter, helping people, and thinking about how sweetly I fucked you this morning and how hard I’m going to fuck you tonight.”
And now my breath caught, because Nate understood. I could come from being taken this way, but only if he talked dirty to me. “Normal” sex was never enough.“We’re going out,” he continued, slipping his hands up under my dress now and tugging my bra down to reveal my breasts. He twisted my nipples as he spoke to me. “You and me. We’re going to a special place I know. And they have a dress code, too. Dresses optional. Collars mandatory.”
He sped up the rhythm now, pinching my nipples as he fucked me. “So you think about that, Samantha, while all the newness of your job makes you feel dizzy and off balance. You think that tonight, I’m going to clear everything up for you.”
And he pulled out unexpectedly, and gave my ass one last slap before walking out of the bathroom.
I stood there for a moment, staring at my reflection, seeing an entirely different girl than I had moments before. Nate confused me. I had thought that after our crazy fucked-up night together, he’d treat me the way he did all of his conquests. That he’d cross me off his list. But he hadn’t. Maybe he simply wasn’t bored yet.
I looked at my eyes, at the glow in their depths, at my flushed cheeks, and thought,
Jesus, they’re going to know I just got fucked
. But one thing was for sure, Nate was right. I didn’t feel nearly as nervous now.
Carmen trained me. She’d been at the salon for a decade, and she moved with a fluid grace behind the counter, even on four-inch heels, answering the phones, greeting guests, paging stylists. She wore her ginger hair straight to the middle of her back and had the most piercing blue eyes I’d ever seen—a crystal blue that couldn’t possibly be real.
Normally, she told me, she let the other girls do the routine work, but she always explained the system personally to new trainees. That way they wouldn’t feel quite sooverwhelmed. But even though I was quiet as she spoke, I wasn’t put off at all by the chaos. I’d started working in a salon when I was
I stared at the two of us in the mirror. Nate had a ruby towel wrapped around his flat waist and nothing else. His dark hair was wet from his shower, and he smelled faintly of a spicy aftershave. As always, he was as handsome as a headshot. But Nate came alive behind the camera.
“Black leather,” he said, “with silver hardware.”
An interesting fashion statement for the first day on the job, I thought, but kept the observation to myself. I already knew better than to respond with some wisecrackcomment. Nate could be unpredictable.
“Buckled tight,” he continued, dropping his towel now and stepping behind me.
I tensed immediately, not knowing what he was going to do.
“You’re nervous,” Nate said, taking my hands and placing them gently on the edge of the pink ceramic sink. “Aren’t you?”
“Yeah.” That was true enough.
“I’m going to make you forget your nerves,” he promised, and I felt him slide the dress up in the back, revealing my bikini panties.
“Aw,” he whispered, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “You wore black panties. Black down to the core.” His warm fingers slid the knickers past the tops of my thigh-high stockings. “But what’s this, baby? You’re breaking the dress code.”
I didn’t know what he meant, and I looked into the mirror once more, meeting his eyes as he gazed back at me. “Your ass is all black and blue.”
I lowered my eyes as a shudder worked through me. The welts and marks from his caning and Garrett’s cropping were only slowly fading. Nate admired his handiwork for a moment before pulling my hips back against him. I didn’t even think to resist—simply gave myself over to him as he started to fuck me, smoothly, evenly, sliding his cock in and out at a hypnotic pace.
“You’ll be at the counter, helping people, and thinking about how sweetly I fucked you this morning and how hard I’m going to fuck you tonight.”
And now my breath caught, because Nate understood. I could come from being taken this way, but only if he talked dirty to me. “Normal” sex was never enough.“We’re going out,” he continued, slipping his hands up under my dress now and tugging my bra down to reveal my breasts. He twisted my nipples as he spoke to me. “You and me. We’re going to a special place I know. And they have a dress code, too. Dresses optional. Collars mandatory.”
He sped up the rhythm now, pinching my nipples as he fucked me. “So you think about that, Samantha, while all the newness of your job makes you feel dizzy and off balance. You think that tonight, I’m going to clear everything up for you.”
And he pulled out unexpectedly, and gave my ass one last slap before walking out of the bathroom.
I stood there for a moment, staring at my reflection, seeing an entirely different girl than I had moments before. Nate confused me. I had thought that after our crazy fucked-up night together, he’d treat me the way he did all of his conquests. That he’d cross me off his list. But he hadn’t. Maybe he simply wasn’t bored yet.
I looked at my eyes, at the glow in their depths, at my flushed cheeks, and thought,
Jesus, they’re going to know I just got fucked
. But one thing was for sure, Nate was right. I didn’t feel nearly as nervous now.
Carmen trained me. She’d been at the salon for a decade, and she moved with a fluid grace behind the counter, even on four-inch heels, answering the phones, greeting guests, paging stylists. She wore her ginger hair straight to the middle of her back and had the most piercing blue eyes I’d ever seen—a crystal blue that couldn’t possibly be real.
Normally, she told me, she let the other girls do the routine work, but she always explained the system personally to new trainees. That way they wouldn’t feel quite sooverwhelmed. But even though I was quiet as she spoke, I wasn’t put off at all by the chaos. I’d started working in a salon when I was
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