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ee ever her again, let alone feel like this. I was Chad fucking Walters. I didn’t pine away over a fucking girl…
“Is it that girl?” Martin asked. “That writer chick. Joey something?”
“Zoe,” I corrected. “Zoe Maxwell.”
“Yeah, the one who writes the dirty books,” Martin said, eyebrows flexing. “You guys dated in college?”
“Something like that,” I said.
“So, what happened?”
I frowned at him. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, you’ve had more women in your life than you could count,” Martin said with a knowing smile. “What’s so special about this one? Was she your first or something? Was she the one who popped Chad Walters’ cherry.”
“That’s none of your business.” I looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “Let’s try to keep this semi-professional, shall we?”
“Wow, those are words I never thought I’d never hear coming out of your mouth,” Martin said in a huff. “I’m going upstairs to check out the office space while you stand here and mope.”
“I’m not moping,” I called after him.
“Well, you’re not acting like Chad Walters,” Martin said. “That’s pretty much the same thing.”
I watched him take the stairs two by two and turned back to look at the afternoon crowd passing by out front. A few of the women glanced in and did double-takes, smiling at me, but I didn’t smile back. Martin was right: this was so unlike me, and I fucking hated it. I turned back to the studio and made my way deeper inside, standing in the area where Martin had suggested setting up the Jacuzzi.
I pictured the whole thing. The steam filling up the room, the walls lined with pegs, the bubbling sound of the water. My mind started conjuring Zoe again, sitting in the Jacuzzi, head back, eyes closed.
Get in here, rock star, she said with a wanting smile.
Then I realized it wasn’t Zoe in my mind…
It was someone else.
The woman who helped me get over Zoe.
The woman who taught me to never lose control again.
She was a tall brunette with breasts the size of melons barely hidden under the water, a seductive smile on her face. She was staring at me, waiting for me to climb in. I had just closed the place and locked the door. I heard a noise in the jacuzzi room. I opened the door and there she was. Naked. Smiling. Crooking her finger at me.
Jacky. Her name was Jacky.
I started to ask her what the hell she was doing, soaking in the tub without her clothes on. The health department would have shut me down if they had found her there. Then again, maybe they would have just let her play… Before I could say anything, she reached into the water and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.
Let’s make this a little interesting, she said, her pink tongue rimming her lips, her eyes dreamy in the steamy room.
It was a year after Zoe had dumped me, left me behind with a shattered heart. I had slept with maybe a dozen women before I met Jacky, all of them mirror images of Zoe, none of them satisfying me in the least bit. It was never good enough, never exciting enough, and I always felt worse after it than before it.
Jacky had changed that, though. Not entirely, but enough to keep me going. She had been one of my first clients, and one of the richest. Her husband was some tech millionaire who cared more about software than his wife, which I couldn’t understand. Jacky was a bomb, a fucking trophy wife of the highest magnitude. She had strutted into my studio smelling like money and pussy, demanding special treatment.
I gave her just that.
And a little more.
Then a lot more.
Having money came with control, and she had a lot of it to spare. What she was looking for was the exact opposite of control. She wanted someone who made her feel dominated, which her pussy of a husband couldn’t do. Jacky was an S&M submissive. And she offered to teach me how to be the dominant male in her life, which I was quick to agree to. Control. She taught me about control. It was what I needed after Zoe had broken my heart.
The sex was good, then it was fucking great. The first time she pulled out the handcuffs, I was a little taken back, but hey, what could I say? I was never going to say no to large breasts and a shaved pussy made of gold. Especially when she wanted me to do things to her I had never done to anyone before.
