The Runaway Sub. (Book Three)

Chapter 4

Why do we all find death so gratifying?
-A. E

Darcy

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The end of the day comes quickly and I yawned as I made my way towards my car. My body felt drained of all energy while my brain felt as though it was about to explode from all the knowledge forced into it. I hugged the steering wheel of my car and let out a loud sigh as I felt my body barely start to relax. The ringing of my cell caused me to groan and I hastily searched for the device.

"Hello?"

"Swing by my house after college." My boss says in her thick British accent.

"I'm on my way." I turned off the phone and threw it onto the seat besides me as I leant my head against the headrest.

The good thing about working at the private club of Black Panthers is that I only had the weekends and my boss was one of the most understanding people in the world. She was married to an equally handsome man and they owned the entire building. Her husband, Mr. Barker ran the club on the main floor while she managed the BDSM club.

Even though he hated the lifestyle, he loved his wife and supported her and that's all she cared about. Dominating girls only made it that much easier for him and somehow, everyone was a winner.

I pulled into her huge apartment parking lot before securing my car and heading to her floor. She had already opened the door for me so I just pushed it open and went to find her.

"Hey." I greet.

"Good, you're here just in time. The pizza came a few minutes ago so we can eat it before it gets cold. It's your favorite; cheese, chicken, pineapples and lots of other fun stuff."

She opened the box to let me see and I half smiled before joining her on the couch. She was barely into her forties but had a body better than mine and the small robe she had on did nothing to hide her toned body and long, slim legs.

"Are we practicing today?" I ask as we finish eating the very delicious pizza and washing it down with wine.

"Of course. Let me freshen up and I'll be right back. You can use the guest bath and I'll see you in a few minutes. David isn't going to be back until next week so we have all the time in the world."

I fake a smile as she leaves before heading off to the bathroom. Her house was bigger than any I'd seen in the city and the bathroom was seriously bigger than my apartment. I quickly brushed my teeth with one of her many unused products before taking a quick bath and when I had cleansed myself, I headed to her home 'playroom'.

She was sitting on the bed naked and when she heard me enter, she smiled and patted the spot near her. The room was dimly lit and resembled her own room at the club and I tightened my pony as I sat down.

Although we were going to switch roles as Dom and Sub, she still had that very dominant side to her and no matter how hard she tried, it never changed.

"We've been in this situation many times over so I don't really have to tell you how this is gonna go... but just for namesake, you're in charge and I have to obey you. There is no limits in this room as we explore your dominant side but you also need to understand that when a safe word is used, all activities are immediately stopped."

"Yes Ms. T."

She smiled before lightly planting a kiss on my lips. "You're in charge."

I'm in charge.

Those exact words were always uttered from her mouth every time before I started and it never got old. I remembered the first time she ever said that to me.

Although I was never her Sub, I had worked in the upper room as the cleaning lady and even though I've never actually seen anything happen or knew what took place, I'd always see her. She would mostly talk to her husband or the other employees and sometimes I got a smile when our eyes crossed paths. One day I'd gotten into a really nasty fight with my parents; mom especially, and she could see I was biting back tears.

It was during the summer and I'd gotten to work at ten that morning. It was just me and her along with Drew and Bruce and she left whatever she was doing to come check on me. That day was one of the few times I ever broke down in front of someone and it was a welcome distraction when she pulled me outside and just held me.

She was completely different from my mom and I felt free in her embrace. She had invited me to come back later that night and well, I was never a cleaner again. That night I had my first actual sighting of BDSM and even she had her first with me. She had never made love to a woman; only her husband because she viewed it as being something intimate but she knew that hitting me was the last thing I needed.

I ended up spending every day that summer at the upper room and we made love just as often. Her husband of course didn't mind and he actually is a pretty nice guy. When I finally got into the lifestyle she went easy on me and to this day she never abused me the way my parents did. Instead, she became my Sub... another first for her and my respect went up by ten thousand. She understood that I needed my parents to feel the pain I felt and she happily became my mother.

Times like these she would set aside to not only let me vent but to teach me how I can use pain as pleasure. Most times I messed up and hurt her but she never made me feel worst than my mind did.

"You know-" she said, bringing me to the now. I was fucking her with one of the strapons and hadn't realized that I had stopped. "In order to learn, you must first focus and listen."

She pushes me off her and I land on the bed as I watched her pull on a robe.

"Sorry. I got a bit distracted."

"Is this about that ex girl of yours?" She pressed as she came to sit beside me and I immediately pulled my knees to my chest.

"No." I respond honestly.

"It amazes me how this girl can get you acting like her bitch and you can't even see it."

"I-"

"I've never seen you act like this before. I mean, don't get me wrong, the clients are more than happy with how you handle business but honestly Darce... she's got you just like your mother did."

I knew she was just trying to say how shy I've gotten but the comparison she used had my heart stopping and my hands turning cold. The one thing I hate is talking about my past and the horrors I went through and although I love and respect her... this was crossing a line.

"I should go."

I strip off the strapon and start to leave just as she reaches out a hand to stop me. At this point I'm drained of energy; even if I want to be dominant or even lash out, I can't.

"I'm sorry for being so blunt but it's true. I've gotten accustomed to seeing you as this headstrong woman instead of the damaged lesbian you once were and it's like since that piece of white trash left... so did your will to live."

"She is not some piece of white trash. I loved her and for you to just say that... ugh."

I yanked my hand from hers before grabbing my clothes and stormed out. She was sensible enough not to follow after me. I was in my car and racing towards my home in minutes and with each mile my heart felt heavier.