Is That All You Got?

Chapter One: Reality Is Never What You Want

(Zoey's P.O.V:

"Morning everyone!" I said rushing into the studio; throwing my bag near my chair.

"Well someone seems frantic and out of place this morning," Brooke sing songed while still working on her model.

"Yeah because a son of a bitch stole my parking spot at Starbucks, and there was construction on 5th Avenue so I had to take the long way," I explained while throwing my hair up in a sloppy bun.

"Tough luck honey," She sympathized.

"Yeah, tell me abo-"

"Zoey, your first model today is here," my Assistant Producer named Courtney informed me.

"Oh sure, thanks!" I chirped.

A thin, petite, girl walked up to me and greeted me with a warm smile.

"Hi I'm Kilani," she sweetly informed me.

"Hi, I'm Zoey, and I'll be your stylist today, shall we get started?" I offered as I shook her hand.

She pleasantly nodded and sat down in my chair. I immediately started pinning her hair out of her face as Brooke started to brag about an amazing date she had last night.

"Zach is so dreamy. And he was so confident. He picked me up in a Porsche!" she squealed as she dabbed concealer on her model.

"Where did you meet this prince charming?"

"I met him when I was running out of Lamozi's. I bumped into him when I was getting some pasta to go so I could go home and finish watching "The Originals".

"Oh classy," I mocked while applying some glue to a fake eyelash.

"Oh hush! Anyways, he turned around and smiled at me, and insisted on getting my number because he claimed he bumped into me, and before I knew it he was texting me and insisted I had dinner with him."

"Oooooh," I hooted.

"And now we are going out again tonight!" she gasped.

"Two nights in a row! Wow!" I muttered.

"And that is why I need to rade your wardrobe, and keep out of my way if I take him back to our place," she piped.

"Ummmm, one, don't you have your own clothes? And two, isn't it my condo and I just happened to let you live with me?" I asked.

"Yes I have clothes, but I need to be totally hott, and yes it is your condo but I have struggled meeting a guy since Joey, and it's been a while," she whined.

"That was only almost 4 years ago and that is why you shouldn't have gotten married while you were still in highschool," I teased.

"Hey! I thought he was the one, and we got married 4 years ago, we have been separated for a year and a half!" She exclaimed while curling a strand of her model's hair.

"Fine, fine! Just keep it down if you do, because I will probably be downing wine and having my "me time".

"Deal!"

(Zach's P.O.V:

I shut my eyes as I let the hot water roll down my back. Replaying the memories of work today, I was just eager to go on my date to take my mind off it.

I fired Jacklyn. I didn't have to, but I decided to. She closed my office door and crawled to my desk; her ass swaying back and forth. She sat up on her knees and ran her hand up my thigh.

"Please sir," she cried.

"I'll do anything, I just want you to be my Master, I love-"

I pounded my fist on my desk. It startled her. I turned my chair to face her.

"You don't know what it is to be a submissive. You are just a slut who wants Vanilla stuff." I barked with a cruel chuckle.

"No sir. I am not Vanilla, do anything you want to me," she begged.

"You shouldn't have said that foolish pet," I warned; agressivley taking off my belt, and zipping down my pants; freeing my member.

"Suck my cock. . .NOW." I commanded.

She quickly grabbed my member and wrapped her mouth around my head. Becoming impatient, I ripped her shirt open and yanked on her breasts. She moaned on my cock but it still wasn't enough. Pinching and pulling her nipples, she moaned out more but I grew frustrated.

I grabbed fistfulls of her hair and forced myself all the way down her throat. She gagged and coughed but I relentlessly started fucking her mouth. I bit my lip every time I felt my member hit the back of her throat. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to take it.

Not nearly ready to hit my peak, I pushed her off my cock and bent her over my desk. I pushed up her skirt and was quickly pleased to see that she had no underwear on.

I smacked her ass with all force on her left cheek. She cried out as I watched it quickly flush into a burgundy red. I grabbed my belt and lashed her right cheek, moving up to the middle of her back with more lashes.

"Count," I growled.

"One," she choked.

"Two. . . Three. . . . . . ."

"Fifty," she gasped.

Throwing my belt to the side, I wrapped my arm around her throat and shoved my member deep into her womb. I didn't even let her get used to me before I started pounding her wet cunt.

She cried out in agony as I fucked her sensless. Her walls clenched and I finally released. I pulled my cock out and I saw a hint of blood. I walked to the bathroom in my office and got a damp paper towel to clean myself up. I zipped my pants back up and leaned in the doorway.

Jacklyn was on her hands and knees panting with tears welling up in her eyes.

"I told you, you aren't cut out to be my slave. And I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to let you go from your current position here. Please collect yourself and leave, I will have your final paycheck deposited into your bank account." I said with a blank tone, leaving my office.

Yes Jacklyn was obedient. But she couldn't handle much more than what I threw at her. I could tell by the way she responded. I think I broke her. She is a slut, but she wouldn't cut it in the world of BDSM. I thought she could, but I was wrong.

And also Jacklyn is boring. She doesn't intruige me. She is just a body, not a personality. I want to be challenged. I want a girl to shiver under my punishments. I want to see a ass glisten cherry red, to where the poor girl won't be able to sit down for a week. I want to be brought to the best peak I can ever have. I don't think Brooke will be what I'm looking for, but I need someone to be my temporary pet. I need to be in control.

The water turning cold returned me to the present. I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. Wrapping the towel around my waist I padded to my room and grabbed my phone. Sending the adress to pick Brooke up to my GPS; and threw on my clothes.

I went back to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and ran my hands messily through my hair. Grabbing my phone, keys, and wallet, I was out the door.

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