Yes Sir (18+ BDSM Erotica)

Chapter 4

MICHAEL'S POV

I led her into the room, her soft hand in mine, and she stepped into it with tired eyes.

"Nice room," she said, looking at my bed. She was exhausted. Her New York/New Jersey accent was the strongest when she was either tired or angry. I noticed this. I wondered where she got it from, being born in Florida and raised in South Carolina. Huh. Maybe 'cause she was raised by two yankees.

"You're the first girl I've let in this bed, so don't fuck it up," I growled at her playfully. She looked at me, wide-eyed.

"Really?"

I nodded. "Girls usually go in the door, in the playroom, out the playroom, and out the door. And they've all been snotty, straight-haired, skinny blondes. Rather tall, too."

She grinned. "Where the fuck did I come from, then?" she laughed, filling my dull room with life.

I pulled her into me by her waist. "Altamonte Springs, Florida."

She giggled and looked into my eyes with those bright green ones. "Damn right."

She yawned, putting her head on my chest. "I'm beat," she said, sighing.

I scooped her up and laid her on the bed and laid next to her, this new concept totally unfamiliar to me.

"I'm gonna be honest with you," she said, grinning, "I have no clue how to do this shit because all my 'boyfriends' were players. So forgive me if it's weird."

I laughed. "Well, Lisa, I guess we'll learn together."

She raised her eyebrow. "Are we on first name basis now?"

I smirked. "Unless we're in front of my employees or in the playroom."

"Fuck!" she gasped, sitting bolt upright in the bed. Damn, she looked hot naked and forgetful.

"What is it?" I asked as she dropped back down.

"Sarah," she said. "She's gonna wanna know where I was."

"You're roommates?"

"Yeah."

"Fuck," I groaned.

She shrugged. "I can say that I got drunk and met some guy named Matthew that was HAWT, and that I couldn't pass up the opportunity to get laid, and I honestly wasn't thinking straight due to the vodka and he was drunk as fuck so we got an Uber and BOOM we did it like monkeys."

I was red in the face, laughing, and she grinned and shrugged in response. "Sounds pretty good to me."

I pulled her onto my chest and sighed, relaxing again. "Lisa, I haven't laughed like that in forever. Not since someone that was close to me died."

"I'm sorry to hear that happened, Michael," she whispered in my ear. I bit my lip, happy she didn't ask me how or why, remembering my best friend of twenty years, Ronnie. He'd be proud of me right now, shaking pompoms at me or some shit, his signature Pride flag ball cap on. He was gay. I went dull after he died.

"He must have reincarnated himself in you," I said, meaning it. "Same sense of humor, both badasses, and open-minded. He was my best friend within a day, like you're in my bed within two."

She smiled sleepily, laying beside me and putting her head on my chest. "Well, I'm glad I remind you of Ronnie. He seems to have been really amazing."

"He was, Lisa," I whispered. "And you're a card, too."

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LISA'S POV

I woke up naked with a nude Michael Steele wrapped around me like a starfish. He looked so peaceful, his head on my shoulder and hand on my hip. His body was perfect, and I smiled at him. So much for not getting involved with Sarah's boss.