Dark Chocolate (complete) 18+ (womanxwoman) (1st book in Dark Chocolate series)

Chapter 10: Bed and Bondage

Fin is now sitting up in the bed. I'm sitting on the edge typing on my laptop. After we fucked I had a burst of ideas for my blog and wanted to put my thoughts down real quick. I know I'm gonna stay very busy. And I'm getting the feeling I will easily get distracted all weekend. Things have been going extremely well.

My blog is very popular. My tales of Ashton Simmons' newfound discovery of fetish and kink, now has a very loyal readership. Black queer women that love kink don't often get our shine, so I'm pretty sure that's a big part of why. Anyways, I provide a weekly look into NYC's most popular erotic locations. I tell what I've seen through her eyes.

I hear Fin sigh loudly. I look over to my left and see an amused Fin with her arms crossed and shaking her head. She's also slightly chuckling. She has gotten comfortable and is in a silk robe , given to her by the owner of this house. The very same man who started this kink party/B&B weekend years ago.

Turns out this is the house of Bob Simpson. Bob Simpson is a very very rich man. He's also a very well known proudly pro black entrepreneur. This is also the very Bob Simpson who loves to publicly bash and harass "the perverted gays." I know the irony, right. He's actually a close friend of Fin's parents. I raise an eyebrow.

"Yes?", I question. "Are you almost done?", she asks in return. I have to chuckle. She almost sounds like an impatient kid asking, "Are we there yet?" I laugh. "You know as my boss, I would think you'd want me to give 110 percent.", I say and smile towards her. "I most definitely do. And I highly appreciate and respect your talent.", she says. "But as your lover, I also highly appreciate and respect your talent in that realm as well.", she adds. She then gives me a sexy toothy grin.

That makes me close my laptop. She's never called me her lover or anything else like that. She's never even come close to it. Now she has just given me a title. She's now verbally taken ownership of me. "Can you show me around?", I instantly ask Fin. She bites her lip and then gets an even bigger smile on her face. "Get dressed.", she commands. She's now actually giddy. Mind you this is a very grown 36 year old woman acting like someone 30 years younger than her.

I go from being in just my underwear to being back in my fetish outfit in a heartbeat. Difference being this time she made me put on some crotch-less panties. When she handed them to me she said, "I think these might work out better. But then again I know you like it when I rip them." Not gonna lie, she's absolutely right. I fucking love it.

After she puts back on her jumpsuit and mask, she grabs the leather bag. "Let's go.", she says excitedly. Once we make it back outside her demeanor completely changes. "I'm gonna take you to a private dungeon.", she says. I simply respond, "Ok." She shoots me a glance. I immediately realize my mistake and look towards the ground. "Yes mistress.", I say quickly correcting myself. She grips my hand tighter and continues to pull me along.

People may see this as me being weak and weird. But honestly 2 things: Fuck all of y'all being the first. Second being: I think I'm so curious and into this because oddly it is me being strong enough to take physical pain and brave enough to let go of my need to control everything. I'm allowing myself to be vulnerable and experimental. 2 things in the past, I know I never would've done. Plus she's just so fucking sexy when she becomes superior over me.

As we walk I see a man with a stoic look on his face. He's in a all black leather jumpsuit and he's just standing, looking around. I see he has an armband on that has DM on it, so I know right away he's a dungeon monitor. She continues to walk me over to the guesthouse. Once we get to the patio door she knocks. After a minute a DM comes and slides the door open. It's eerily quiet in the house. The dungeon monitor then tells Fin to follow him.