Seven's Diary (Hers #4.5) Read Free

about the shit we liked sexually. There wasn’t anything wrong with what we liked, it just wasn’t the norm.
    What the fuck is normal anyways?
    Soon there after meeting Master Robert, my work space was moved. No longer was I stuck in a cubicle on the tenth floor of the White-Woods Global building. I was moved to the sixtieth floor, where I could see for miles, all around the island of Manhattan. A beautiful view I never imagined could be mine. I had an office I called my own, and that was enough to make me think it was all a dream. I landed only steps away from my Master’s office. Inside the doors of the office I called him James, or Mr. White. Keeping things as professional as we possibly could given the intensity of our situation. The relationship we carefully built outside of the view of corporate onlookers.
    Inside my bedroom, his bedroom, or the walls of Sinners and Swingers I called him Master. But, we didn’t have your typical Master and submissive relationship. He was my teacher. My mentor. He trained me to work alongside of him, reel in the men that he desired. The men we both desired the submissive men that would become sexual playthings to us. I can’t help but remember the first man we took together.
    Lucas was a regular at the club, and he was a bisexual sub that Master Robert had topped more than once. Bringing me into their scene was just an added bonus for both men involved. I couldn’t look down on them for enjoying the sexual company of the same sex, when I had done it so many times myself with Star. There was a certain beauty in sharing an experience with someone of the same sex. A line in the sand crossed that only helped get me off. It wasn’t up to me to judge what the men enjoyed. It was up to me to learn from my Master and walk in his footsteps of topping men, not only in the bedroom but in the boardroom.
    Master Robert taught me everything I needed to know when it came to making men my bitches. Not that I didn’t know a great deal already. While Daniel had aided me in ensuring I would never have another broken heart, Robert taught me the game of dominance, and the reward of submission. Something that went from a sexual kink to a lifestyle I could never bring myself to give up once I had the tiniest taste. A power hungry bitch would have been a pretty accurate description.
    The playroom in Sinners and Swingers was set perfectly. The lighting was dim and the navy clad bed in the center of the room was a focal point. It was my first time in a playroom of this size. Everything about it was grand. I couldn’t rip my eyes from the details long enough to notice the man kneeling next to it. Not until Master Robert’s voice snapped me out of my deep exploration of the playroom setup.
    “Lucas, say hello to Mistress Marilyn,” the name he had given me a week earlier. Help in ensuring our corporate worlds would never crossover into the club again. He caught my first transgression, and ensured I would never make that mistake twice. Marilyn, as in the late Marilyn Monroe; he compared my sexual grace to hers, along with my full figure. The comparison to someone I had idolized most of my life was the ultimate compliment.
    “Good evening Mistress Marilyn.” He whispered while still looking at the floor. His sandy blond hair flopped to the side, as I eyed his muscular back. My line of sight following down to his sculpted ass, only covered by a pair of thin boxer briefs leaving little to the imagination. Something about a nice ass in a pair of those tight boxers did things to me I could never understand.
    “Good evening, love.” A term Robert often used and quickly rubbed off on me. Another habit I would gain from Robert and never be able to part with.
    “It pleases me to see you kneeling for me, Lucas. Tonight I am going to teach Mistress Marilyn, and I hope you will be a willing participant in her training, yes?” What struck me most about the way Master Robert spoke was the clear cut authority in