Discovering Sara (Closed for Darkwarrioress)

[BehaviorMod]

"Miss Kavanagh, your prescription is ready for pick up.....Yes.....yes it came to 8 dollars. Half an hour sound great." I was 25 or so then, working as a technician in a pharmacy I'm now a lead Pharmacist at. It's funny how these things work; how fate and life bring people together for often specific reasons that remain a mystery until the day comes when everything makes sense.

That call was the beginning of it. Of when I discovered Sara Kavanagh for what she really was. I remember the first time she came in to the pharmacy to pick up that prescription. I couldn't take my eyes off hers, but not because of attraction. I mean they were quite gorgeous, and she was certainly a shapely woman; but she must have been 5 or 6 years older than me and I was already dating someone else. It was the connection I found in her eyes that caught me.

There was laughter there, friendliness, but also a streak if fiesty independance. She had asked a few questions about the medication in question she had picked up that day and we immediately became friends. It wasn't long, after a few more visits by her, that we exchanged numbers and were soon doing things like going bowling, shooting pool, going to concerts and clubs together. There were, of course, ups and downs. Both between our friendship, and our seperate dating lives......but we always helped each other work through those things.

It wasn't until almost 5 years after all that, I was 28 then, that I discovered a whole lot more about the girl that was Sara. There was always one secret I never told her about, even if I thought she'd be accepting of it; that I was an erotic sexual Dominant involved in the local BDSM groups, and that I'd been one for years. My name is Damien Vyers; your friendly neighborhood Pharmacist by day, and your experienced Dominant man every other time, and this is how Sara Kavanagh was really discovered.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

I’m strong, fairly resilient and I think I have a decent tolerance for pain, but earaches are my bane. They turn me into a whimpering little girl that wants her daddy to hold her and make the pain go away. So, I finally broke down and went to the doctor and spent fifty dollars on a visit to let someone, better qualified than I am, tell me what I already knew. I had a damn earache. I will admit however, he did prescribe some ear drops. He called it in to my local pharmacy and that’s where it all began.

Looking back on it now, it’s amusing really. To see all the puzzle pieces laid out before me and to mentally watch them come together, like some well orchestrated plan. At the time it was happening, it didn’t feel that way at all. Fate is funny like that.

I remember stepping into the pharmacy that day. It wasn’t too busy. They had hired a new tech from the looks of it. At least, I had never seen him before. I was looking over some greeting cards, waiting for the line to dwindle and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I noticed his smile and his friendly demeanor but as I got closer to the counter, it was his eyes that really caught my attention. He was younger than I was, that much I was pretty sure of. In any case, I wasn’t looking for someone. My work kept me long hours. I didn’t have time to date. Besides, did I mention he was younger than I was?

He brought me the eardrops and I had a few questions about them. He was knowledgeable and friendly. Really easy to talk to. There was something about him that just made me want to get to know him better, as a person. A few more trips the pharmacy for this and that and we were eventually exchanging phone numbers and hanging out together. We were becoming good close friends. He’d come over to my apartment for dinner and a movie sometimes. Hell, we’d had fallen asleep on the couch together once or twice. We'd been there for each other through good times and bad, vented in each other’s ear about a personal relationship we were in or asked each other for a reality check or advice. Just really good friends.

Five years later, I turned thirty-three. I felt like I needed a change. I started to poke around in areas that I found fascinated me. Maybe it all came back to being the Assistant Editor of our local newspaper. I was in line to become Editor soon. I was feeling the stress. I don’t know what made me start poking around that stuff. At first, I thought it would make a good article for the paper, you know? A lifestyle in our hometown that everyone knew was there but no one talked about it. At least, that’s what I told myself. In truth, it had nothing to do with the newspaper at all.

It had everything to do with me. My name is Sara Kavanagh. And I desired to become a submissive.

 

[BehaviorMod]

"Hey Sara, it's Damien; I assume work's still riding you but I just left the pharmacy and was wondering if you wanted to grab some food together. Havn't seen ya in a week. Get back to me."

Damien left a message on Sara's cellphone as he drove back home. It wasn't uncommon for her to work so often or through an entire day, but it'd been almost 6 days since they'd spoken to each other. Sure; there was Nicole to keep him company if he was lonely, but she only ever wanted to put his cock in her mouth. Not that she was a bad cocksucker; on the contrary, she sucked him exactly how he wanted her to....exactly how he TOLD her to. That wasn't the kind of company he got out of Sara, however.

She understood him, they understood each other. It was like his best friend had been missing for a week. She WAS his closest friend; but her job often kept her busy lately, she was in high demand and very aggressive at what she did. She'd have that Editor position in no time.

Damien missed her though, her company, the inside jokes they shared together and the matching colors of their eyes. Missing her wouldn't free her schedule up, though, as unfortunate as it was. So Damien simply went home and relaxed, waiting for her to call him back. If it got to be much later; he'd just get something to eat himself.....might even go shopping and fill the barren fridge of his so he'd have the option of actually cooking something.

There was always that side of his life too, however. That side always called to him, whispers and promises of dark, devious pleasures. There wasn't always time for that side though, maybe a few times a week. His job kept him busy in the AM so sleep was important. He didn't have anyone to truely enjoy it with anyway....not like he knew he could enjoy it. Hopfully Friday would bring some new prospects to the dungeon and he might be able to put his skills and knowledge to good use again. That was 4 days away though, and so far; Monday night was looking down.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Sara was headed for her car when her phone went off. She stopped to search for it. Oh, great. Where had she left it? It wasn’t in her pant’s pocket. It wasn’t in her purse. Ha! There it was. Trapped between two new books she had just bought a week ago and hadn’t had a chance to read yet. Sara yanked out her phone and tapped it on. One new voicemail. She dialed and listened.

"Hey Sara, it's Damien; I assume work's still riding you but I just left the pharmacy and was wondering if you wanted to grab some food together. Haven't seen ya in a week. Get back to me."

Had it really been that long since she and Damien had gotten together? She hit a button on her speed dial. Damn it! They were playing phone tag again. Sara left him a voicemail in return.

“Damien. Hey. We seem to keep missing each other. I’ve been on my feet all day and I really don’t feel like going out to eat something. Why don’t you meet me at the apartment? I’ll swing by and pick us a pizza. You bring the wine. Hope that sounds good to you too. Catch ya later.”

True to her word, she swung by their favorite pizzeria. She ordered their favorite pizza to go. Then she was headed home. Finally. Her work day was over. Sara juggled the pizza box, a bunch of folders, her large bag and her purse, managing to open her apartment door. She kicked the door gently closed behind her, unloaded the pizza box on the kitchen counter along with her purse and dumped her bag at the end of the couch before heading into her bedroom to change into something more comfortable.

Sara was looking forward to spending the evening with Damien. Even though she had been busy, she missed him. She wondered how he and Nicole were doing or even if he was still seeing her. Damn. It had been awhile since she had spoken with him. Suddenly she felt bad. Damien was her closest friend. She trusted him more than anyone else in her circle of friends. Sara left her bedroom running her fingers through her hair as she headed for the kitchen. As she passed by the couch, her bag of books that had been balancing on the edge of it precariously, simply tipped over. She stopped, gathered up the two books that had fallen to the floor and set them on the coffee table, picked up the bag and set it on the floor.

In the kitchen she set the pizza box in the oven as she opened cupboards, drawing down a couple of plates and a couple of glasses. Sara glanced at her watch and hoped Damien wouldn’t be too much longer, she was starved. Wandering back out to the livingroom, she sat down on the couch, reaching for one of those books she just bought and started to read.

 

[BehaviorMod]

“Damien. Hey. We seem to keep missing each other. I’ve been on my feet all day and I really don’t feel like going out to eat something. Why don’t you meet me at the apartment? I’ll swing by and pick us a pizza. You bring the wine. Hope that sounds good to you too. Catch ya later.”

Phone tag. Damien was SO not inclined to keep playing this game. It was bad enough he hated leaving voice mails, and he disliked when he wasn't able to reach someone. That was part of that 'other side' showing, though. He smiled as he listened to the recording and, instead of dialing back and chatting with her; or gods forbid, leaving another message; he dressed comfortably nice and headed back out the door.

He was dressed in a simple button down shirt, a few from the top undone to show his chest a bit, with a dark vest over it. It was one of two vests he wore; one for looking nice when he needed to, and the other....well the other was a leather vest, gifted to him by his local BDSM community after he had 'earned his leather' as they called it. After almost 8 years in that life; the vest had become decorated with all sorts of pins and badges he had been honored with through the years for accomplishments.

Sure; he wasn't the oldest nor the most experienced Dominant man he knew, but he was very very good at what he did, and it showed. Damien also wasn't one to brag or be more than modest. He simply did what he did, and loved every minute of it. The leather vest was his only means of pride, but he only wore it to events he was expected to.

Pizza hm? Something red then. Sweet, fruity. Ah; Sangria will do nicely. Damien procured a bottle of Sangria; a rather wide bottomed one and a double serving of Tiramisu from the bakery and headed out with his purchase. She'd like the extra surprise he picked up. He was parking in 10 minutes and at her door shortly after.

"Special delivery!"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"Special delivery!"

Sara hastily set the book on the corner of the coffee table before jumping up off the couch with a delighted smile. She knew that voice! Hurrying to the door, she threw it open, smile still firmly in place as she impulsively threw her arms around his neck to embrace him.

“Damien!! God, I’ve missed you. Come in. Come in.”

It dawned on her that for him to come in, she needed to let him go and step aside. Sara laughed and did just that.

“Come in. Come in.” Her eyes saw what he held in his hands, “you brought the wine and some….” She contemplated the box then grinned and squealed a little in delight….” Dessert? Let me guess, one of our favorites, Tiramisu?” Impulsively she kissed his cheek as he went by.

“Put them on the kitchen counter, please. Are you ready to eat now? Because I’m starved. Why don’t you go sit on the couch and I’ll bring out the pizza.”

She really wasn’t expecting an answer because she was simply going to do it anyway. Sara stepped into the kitchen, opened the oven door and pulled out the still warm pizza box, setting it on the counter before she opened a kitchen drawer and took out her corkscrew for the bottle of wine he brought. Glancing at the label, she had to smile, sangria. Excellent choice. Sara made quick work of opening the bottle and setting it back on the counter to breathe. In the meantime, she put the tiramisu in the fridge, turning back to serve up the pizza.

 

[BehaviorMod]

Before Damien could even say hello, Sara's arms were about his neck. He laughed, trying not to drop their wine and desert all over the floor. "It's good to see you too, Sara. Finally found some free time hm?"

She finally realized he couldn't go anywhere and removed her arms around his neck, spotting the wine and desert in the process. She guessed it without even looking at it and kissed him on the cheek. He smiled and let her whisk away the wine and tiramisu to the kitchen as he took her offer and sat down on the couch, making himself comfortable as if he were at his second home; which this practically was.

He glanced around the place, looking for any changes or differences and noticed the books on her coffee table. Normally there were magazines there, but this time there were just two books. Damien was always observant, and very little escaped him. He took a quick glance at the titles and smirked to himself. It seemed his innocent friend had developed a sudden curiosity in darker things. He didn't have time to reflect more on the matter before she was bringing out the food and wine glasses, and his eyes flicked from the spines of the book back up to her.

"So, what strapping man has stolen my friend away from me for so long? Do I need to have a word with the lucky man?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"So, what strapping man has stolen my friend away from me for so long? Do I need to have a word with the lucky man?"

“What makes you sa----“

Sara stopped in mid-sentence as she was handing him his plate with the pizza on it. She held out his wineglass, her eyes flickering from his, noticing where he had been looking, then back to him. She had the grace to blush as she pivoted and went around to the other end of the couch, curling her legs under her as she sat down.

“It’s…uh… research for an article I’m going to write for the paper, but I wanted to do some research first, you know, like understanding how these things work since I know next to nothing about that lifestyle.”

She picked up the piece of pizza on her plate and wondered why she was feeling embarrassed all of sudden. This was Damien. They could talk about anything. Well, at least, she had thought so. This wasn’t a topic of conversation they had broached before. Why would they? It wasn’t your usual every day fodder.

“So, how’s Nicole? Still seeing her?”

Anything to steer the conversation away from the underground lifestyle she was just becoming aware of. Things she saw on the streets she just dismissed before as a fashion statement, now had her wondering if it was just a fashion statement at all. It still irked her that she couldn’t talk to him about this stuff and she wasn’t sure why. It made her feel…. vulnerable around him for some reason.

 

[BehaviorMod]

“It’s…uh… research for an article I’m going to write for the paper, but I wanted to do some research first, you know, like understanding how these things work since I know next to nothing about that lifestyle.”

Sure it was. Research for an article hm? What ever happened to the internet? Damien thought to himself as she came to the defense of her reading material. Sara wasn't one to ever lie to him though, about anything, ever. So dispite his reservations and the very subtle color that came to her cheeks; he believed her. He began to eat his pizza and took a sip of wine to clear his mouth and was about to mention the books when she spoke first.

“So, how’s Nicole? Still seeing her?”

"Nicole?" She was changing the subject, and he knew it; but if she was uncomfortable about the topic, he wouldn't push her. Maybe she found the topic of her research to be unnerving, or even sickening. If that was the case, it was probably best he didn't mention his.....extensive knowledge on the matter.
"Oh she's doing great. I see her now and then, less often lately than usual. She's got this oral infatuation; that I'm more than happy to oblige but, things get boring after you've been rinsing and repeating for so long. I can't say she's very...eclectic...in that sense."

Damien finished off his first slice and the glass of wine before continuing the conversation. "So what about your sex life? Any lucky men putting those curves to good use? Or do I need to go see my friend at the adult store and buy you another toy. You broke that last one pretty quickly." Damien grinned at his last comment and then moved to riffle through the DVD's . "So, you promised me pizza AND a movie; you're slacking. What's the movie of the night?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Sara knew Damien too well by now. He wasn’t taken in by her answers nor her change of subject and she didn’t consider it lying really. She was doing research for an article. It’s just that…. well, she found her topic far more interesting than she had anticipated, from a personal point of view. Besides, how could she broach such a subject with him? Granted they had shopped in an adult store together before, but this? This was different. It seemed…. more personal, more intimate than anything else they had ever shared before.

“Damien…”

She suddenly blurted out, then paused. No, she couldn’t. It wasn’t even a topic he had ever brought up. Maybe he didn’t know that it existed in their hometown either. Maybe he would think she was some kind of freak if she brought it up. She changed her mind about mentioning it at all.

“Um.. “ she managed a grin, “ you know me. I’m too damn busy to have a sex life, but damn I could use one. All this stress is making me tense as hell and sometimes, toys are just a poor substitute.”

His mention of the toy he had bought her made her laugh again. She remembered that day vividly. It wasn’t as if she didn’t have toys. Hell, what woman didn’t these days? But she had always ordered online. One day, after they had had lunch together, they were wandering around shops when he had tugged her into one. It took a few moments for her to realize where they were. She had wanted to leave but Damien wasn’t having it. Finally, she gave in good naturedly and they laughed over some of the merchandise. Before they left the shop, he had bought her a toy she had been considering.

She grabbed one of the couch pillows and tossed it at him, laughing.

“It’s not my fault they don’t make things like they use to! What are you trying to say? That I play too rough with my toys?” She softly snickered.

Sara watched him affectionately riffle through some DVDs she left on the coffee table. She shrugged as she finished up the last bite of her pizza, setting the plate on top of the books he had noticed earlier. She reached for her wineglass and took a sip.

“You pick tonight. I’m too tired to choose. My feet hurt. I just wanted dinner, some wine and the pleasure of your company. So, how’s the pharmacy?”

 

[BehaviorMod]

Toys are just a poor substitute she had said. Damien could certainly agree with that; some women were bad substitutes at that. It wouldn't be long now until he grew bored of Nicole and needed someone who wasn't just submissive; but who was her own person too. Obedient, but only because she couldn't resist, not simply because she was told. Her next words pulled him from his thoughts on the matter.

“It’s not my fault they don’t make things like they use to! What are you trying to say? That I play too rough with my toys?”

As Damien picked through the DVD's , his response to that came before he could even sensor himself. "I know I do." He mentally kicked himself and found one of those romantic comedies he knew she liked, the kind he'd sit through to humor her since she'd had a long day; and put it in the player.

Returning back to the couch, he glanced at their empty plates and glasses. "How about you get us some more wine and pizza before this starts?" Damien smiled his charming 'customer service' smile and watched her from behind as she walked over to the counter and busied herself with readying more food and drink. Damien would certainly relax tonight, he had needed this. Truth be told, he had needed her more than he let on. Her company and friendship and attention. He wouldn't know until later just how much all that meant, however.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

In their easy going, teasing manner she had asked him if he was accusing her of playing too rough with her toys and when Damien had come back with that “I know I do” , it had shocked her senses momentarily. Why, at that moment she couldn’t say. Maybe it was because she had never given thought to such things. Oh sure, they teased about certain aspects of sex. He had even bought her that sexual toy but she had never given thought to…..

"How about you get us some more wine and pizza before this starts?"

She looked up over her wineglass and smiled.

“Sure thing.”

Reaching for his plate, she headed back into the kitchen to dish up another slice of pizza for him. She had enough. Sara was more tired than hungry. She returned to the livingroom with his plate and the bottle of wine. Handing over his plate, she tipped more wine into his empty glass before adding just a little more to her own. She didn’t dare drink too much or, combined with her tiredness, she was going to fall asleep before the movie was even over. Sara set the bottle on the table and this time curled up on the couch next to him and settled in to watch the movie. It was one of her favorites and bless him, one that Damien tolerated because she liked it.

As the movie started her mind continued to wander. Damien really was a great guy and she was thankful they had become friends. She couldn’t imagine her life without him in it, even in some small way. She couldn’t have asked for a better friend. Her heart felt a slight pang. Now if only she could find a man to fill the void in her. A companion and a lover, her life would runneth over. An inward soft sigh went through her as she turned her attention back to the movie. Some things were just going to have to happen in their own time…..

Halfway through the movie, she turned her head to look at his profile and smiled.

“You ready for some dessert? That tiramisu sounds good right about now.”

Sara was weird like that. She ate something even the slightest bit spicy and she needed something sweet to follow it up with and that tiramisu was just sweet enough without being cloyingly so.

 

[BehaviorMod]

If Sara had noticed his slip of the tongue, she didn't say anything on the matter as she went about serving him another slice and pouring more wine for the both of them. Perhaps his quick suggestion to get him some more food had covered it up before she could process what he'd actually said...then again, Sara was a bright girl.

Smart enough to be next in line as Editor for the company she worked for. Smart enough to beat him at word games and other useless knowledge trivia. The more Damien thought about it, in fact, the more it seemed Sara outshined him in almost every department; save for one. If only Sara knew the truth about Damien, about where his unique talents lay, and exactly what he could do with them; she'd never look at him the same.

That raised the question, however, if she'd ever look at him at all to begin with. That was the risk with this lifestyle.....it was so very rewarding when you could find someone to share it with; but not everyone understood nor excepted it for what it was. There was just too many damned fakes, posers, and writers who though to even attempt to novelize the lifestyle in a few books or a trilogy and shed bad light upon the world of BDSM. To even mention it to someone; took tact and caution.

“You ready for some dessert? That tiramisu sounds good right about now.”

Her voice threw him back out of his thoughts, returning him to the here and now; with the movie playing and Sara, damn near curled up against him as if she could fit into his lap. Damien missed the warmth of another person sometimes; the warmth of someone he actually cared about. Someone he could hold and protect, not just hold and fuck. There were plenty he could fuck and then send on their way. Back home to their seperate lives, or back home to their boyfriends or husbands who couldn't....wouldn't....fuck and use them like he could; there were several situations. It was always empty, however.

He was tired of being empty; he wanted it to mean something. To have to work for it...but there was no one left who wasn't already taken, no one left who was actually interested in the lifestyle. Damien figured he'd find his center eventually, in due time.

"You bet I am. Dessert sounds perfect right about now. Bring some milk with mine?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Sara thought nothing was amiss in bringing Damien some more pizza and wine. She enjoyed doing things for the people she cared about. It was something that came naturally to her. She glanced at him and though he seemed to be watching the movie, she sensed he wasn’t, not really. Thoughtfully, she turned back to watching the movie and wondered what he was thinking about. When she asked him about dessert, his attention came back to her.

"You bet I am. Dessert sounds perfect right about now. Bring some milk with mine?"

She uncurled her legs from the couch, picking up both their empty plates before heading for the kitchen.

“Damien? Would you mind bringing me our wineglasses, please?”

Sara retrieved the pastry box with their dessert from the frig and the carton of milk, setting them on the counter before she went to fetch two dessert plates and one glass for his milk. She decided to pass on the milk. A wine and milk combo in her stomach did not bode well. As she was dishing up the tiramisu, she was thinking about Damien. He looked a little sad and …. her mind was grasping for a word…. empty, she supposed. She had a funny feeling, that like the rest so far, Nicole wasn’t going to be around much longer. It was a pity really. Damien deserved to have a good woman. One that would stick around through thick and thin. Someone who could love every aspect of him. He really was a good guy. If they weren’t such good friends and if he wasn’t younger than she was, she might have even thought about---- whoa, Sara. Back up the bus. Where the hell did that come from? Yeah. No. Just no.

Sara picked up the empty pastry box and slowly folded it before tossing it into the kitchen trash can. She kept her eyes off of Damien as she put the milk back in the frig after pouring him a glass full. She had never considered Damien in that way before. Ever. She must be more tired, more lonely, more damn horny than she thought. Sure, her job kept her busy but it was more than that, she hated the whole scene of trying to find someone. Why couldn’t Fate be less fickle and just drop a man into her apartment for her? It would save her countless headaches and not to mention time. She wouldn’t have to go through that damn ritual of getting to know someone, maybe bedding them only to have it end in a few months anyway.

Inwardly she sighed. One of these days…. One of these days and the man she was meant to be with would walk right through her front door. Nothing would be perfect. She wasn’t looking for perfection nor did she want it. After all, she was as far from that concept as a person could be. But he would be everything she could ever ask for or need. Eventually, he would understand her needs better than she knew them herself. Eventually. Maybe. Hopefully.

 

[BehaviorMod]

“Damien? Would you mind bringing me our wineglasses, please?”

"Sure thing." Damien got up from the couch and picked up their glasses and the wine bottle and took them to the little bar that seperated the kitchen from the living room, making sure the glasses made it into the sink and the bottle remained on the counter.

He looked over as she bent down to grab the tiramisu and caught a glimpse of her panties in the process. No, wait...she doesn't HAVE on any panties. Damien quickly averted his eyes. Of course she'd have gotten naked once she got through the door and changed. This was her home, she should be in something comfortable. Damien knew he always stripped down and threw on some shorts with no boxers when HE got home from work. Just to be free of constrictions and comfortable.

She came back up with the milk and dessert and Damien smiled at her, as if seeing her for the first time. "Just a half piece for me, you know I'm not a coffee person. You can keep the other half for later, when your craving hits again." Damien reached over the counter for his glass of milk and returned to the couch before Sara rounded the corner of the kitchen; hoping to hide the thickness of his manhood that his jeans made horribly apparent.

How could he have even let the sight of her bent over like that get him going? Sara was a dear friend; he'd been there for her through several break ups and other heart wrenching moments, been there when her grandfather died, they'd even had a few spats themselves but she always managed to call him back two days or so later of them not talking. Which Damien was glad of, because as much as Sara would say she missed him and would appologies; Damien missed her too.

He had the various submissives he had trained through the years of their friendship, and he had Nicole currently; he'd never had a sexual thought about Sara once they had secured their friendship. Sure, when he had seen her that first time in the pharmacy; his thoughts went wild. The things he could do to an older woman who actually knew her body and it's needs, a woman who was stable and didn't play mind games, a woman who was in shape and cared for her curvy frame. He'd had plenty of those thoughts.

All of those faded when they bonded as friends and he turned his eyes, and thoughts, elsewhere.

"Movie's almost over. Any ideas for what to do after dessert? With wine and cake in my stomach, I don't think I'm going to last through another movie without falling asleep on this insanely comfortable couch of yours. I don't work tomorrow, though, so I guess no harm done if I do crash here."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

As much as Sara loved tiramisu she opted for the other half of Damien’s. She didn’t need a full slice, especially on top of the pizza. She came back into the livingroom, handing him the plate with his half of the dessert on it.

"Movie's almost over. Any ideas for what to do after dessert? With wine and cake in my stomach, I don't think I'm going to last through another movie without falling asleep on this insanely comfortable couch of yours. I don't work tomorrow, though, so I guess no harm done if I do crash here."

She curled up on the couch again next to him and took up a forkful before she glanced his way and shrugged casually.

“I haven’t anything in mind. Since you don’t work tomorrow, why not spend the night? It’s not like you haven’t done it before. I just thought we’d sit here and chat a bit. I’ve missed you. I’ve missed your company. I didn’t realize how much until tonight. In fact...”

She reached over him to take the remote control from the arm of the couch and pressed a button, shutting it off. She set it on the coffee table and after a moment’s hesitation, she reached for another remote and pressed another button. The apartment filled with soft music. She turned it down low so it became background noise. Turning toward him slightly on the couch, hazel eyes sought another set of hazel eyes.

“So, how’s life? How’s work?”

The movie was one they had seen before, so she really didn’t mind just turning it off. Getting back in touch with Damien was far more important. Silently she vowed never to let this happen again. She had gotten so wound up in work that she had forgotten the important things. Relaxing, friends, family. She really didn’t have much by way of family, a brother who was halfway around the world, but she really needed to send him an email tomorrow.

Sara had allowed work to consume her. She really, really wanted this Editor’s job. She deserved it. The decision had come down to two people, a guy who applied from outside and herself. The decision was going to come down at the end of the week. Sure, she had worked as the assistant editor for the past five years. She should be a shoo in but she knew it didn’t work that way. Her competition was a guy who had worked out of state as an editor for the past seven years. So, it was anyone’s guess who was getting the job.

 

[BehaviorMod]

“I haven’t anything in mind. Since you don’t work tomorrow, why not spend the night? It’s not like you haven’t done it before. I just thought we’d sit here and chat a bit. I’ve missed you. I’ve missed your company. I didn’t realize how much until tonight. In fact...”

Damien spoke as she reached for one remote, shutting off the movie. "I suppose I could spend the night," Damien tried to push the thought of her body and the glimpse of it she'd given him in the kitchen out of his mind at the mention of staying her through the night, "and chatting would be nice. I'm glad I'm not the only one who's missed all this."

"What about..." He stopped his words short as she reached for a second remote after a moment. Is that...romantic music? She can't possibly be trying to, no, no; she wouldn't. Not with a tactic like that.

“So, how’s life? How’s work?”

"What about you? Don't you get up early most mornings?" Damien continued what he was about to say before the soft music began playing. "As for me? Oh, you know the rinse and repeat of my current life won't change anytime soon. The pharmacy is running like it always has. Trained a few more technicians, still get crap from the doctors that call, and most of the patients are friendly."

Damien sat down his plate and turned to her, smiling. "Damn, Sara; I really have missed you. I want to hear you say that this won't happen again. You, Sara, are too close a friend to let business and other things take you away from me." Damien stretched his arms out and gave a wide yawn. "Besides, you know having me around is good for you. Get's you out of this apartment."

He hoped that his evasion of her question about his life....his personal life....had gone unnoticed. What would he tell her? He could hardly lie to Sara, but there were some things that just needed to go unsaid. Like how he liked to grab Nicole by the hair and fuck her throat; or how he would turn her around and press her hard against the wall so her tits were smashed against the surface and her hips were out for him to grab on to as he filled her cunt. The way he could use a whip and a flogger, or leave marks against a pale ass like hers with a cane. Sara could never know about the man the local BDSM community had dubbed the 'Behavior Modifier' , or she might never be as close to Damien as she was now.

He hated keeping truths from his one best friend, but the alternative of loosing her friendship scared him even more. He glanced back at the small stack of books on the table, reading their covers one more time before he turned back to Sara and listened to her words.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Some impulse and a bit of mascarpone cheese still on the fork made her lick it before she set her dessert plate on the coffee table and answered his question. Sara turned toward him, her elbow resting on the back of the couch, fingers under her chin.

“I still jog in the mornings before work,” she grinned, “got to get those two miles in and keep that tiramisu off my thighs.”

"Damn, Sara; I really have missed you. I want to hear you say that this won't happen again. You, Sara, are too close a friend to let business and other things take you away from me. Besides, you know having me around is good for you. Get's you out of this apartment."

Her fingers left her chin and stretched out across the space to touch his cheek lightly. Her eyes were full of regret and chagrin.

“I’m sorry, Damien. I never meant for this to happen. You know how much this editor’s job means to me. The guy I’m competing with is damn good. I just wanted to make sure I’ve made the best impression I possibly could, you know?”

Her fingertips were a whisper of a touch across his skin before they brushed away and went to the back of her neck and she rotated her head in a small circle with wince.

“I wish I had a keeper to remind me of all the other things I need to do, like when to shut down that business side of me and relax,” she smiled at him, “someone like you who will make damn sure I do it.” She gave him a teasing look, “Why haven’t they cloned you yet?”

Sara was teasing him, but a part of her was thinking. What would it be like to have a “keeper” of sorts? To be in a loving, relaxed, relationship with someone who held the reins so to speak. Someone who would know her so well and knew when she needed to shut down everything and not be able to think at all, just do. Her eyes flickered toward the small stack of books on the coffee table. Impulsively, she reached for one and opened it.

“Damien, how much of this stuff is true, do you think?”

She held up the book so his eyes could read the spine. Introduction into BDSM. Her eyes met his over the top of it.

“I told you I was writing an article for the paper. It’s about the different communities inside our cosmopolitan one. One of the girls at work was talking about it. I didn’t even realize we had a BDSM community. It’s small and no one talks about it,” she set the book on the couch between them, “and I really don’t know why. What’s the big deal? I mean, everyone knows that every person has some kink or another, right? It’s not like we’re living in some puritan age or anything.”

 

[BehaviorMod]

She turned to him, after setting her plate down; the licking of the fork not having gone unnoticed by Damien's observational skills, and then touched him. He wasn't shocked by the touch; but the manner and emotion that such a touch conveyed. She was being appologetic, she felt bad, sorry, guilty. He could feel it in the delicateness of her fingertips and see it in her matching eyes.

"You don't have to be sorry, Sara; these things happen." Just don't do it again. Damien moved his hand up as if to take hold of hers when she withdrew it and rolled her neck. She spoke about a 'keeper' and having someone that could remind her, make her, not only do her duties; but shut down and relax as well. Someone like me.

“Why haven’t they cloned you yet?”

Damien grinned at her and cocked his head to the side. "What? Clone me? Oh we figured that out, like, weeks ago. My other self is sitting at home right now doing laundry while I enjoy the lovely company of a missing friend." Damien shook his head and smiled. "Nah, you couldn't handle two of me...I couldn't handle two of me."

Sara almost seemed to be lost in whatever thoughts were in her mind, because she didn't so much as punch him in the arm for that comment like usual. Instead, she reached for one of the books he had been eyeing earlier and opened it. “Damien, how much of this stuff is true, do you think?” Oh no, here we go.

"Uh...I'm not really sure, Sara. I mean, just like with any written work; it's always subject to the writers point of view. You know how many Pharmacology books have varying subject matter? I'd have to read it, to be able to give you my opinion on what I think is true or not." Or I could show you what's real and what isn't. Damien shrugged his shoulders and regarded the book between them. He knew it's contents well, it was one of the recommended few that at least gave a somewhat proper intro into the lifestyle. His thoughts caught him off guard, however. How it easy it would be to grab her up in a hot kiss and give her a physical introduction right here and now. Instead, he deflected his thoughts with humor.
"I could tell you what the big deal is; but then I'd have to kill and rape you...in no particular order. Or, you could turn around and let me take care of that neck of yours before bed while you read some more."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She looked startled for a moment. Had he always been this observant? She laughed then, removing her hand from her neck and repositioning herself in the couch so her back was to him and pressed up against him as far as she could get so his hands could get to her neck. Her hair was still in a ponytail so he didn’t have to deal with the thick mass of dark red. Sara leaned back, bowing her head slightly forward.

“I’ll settle for you rubbing my neck, thankyouverymuch.”

There was laughter in her voice as she scooped up the book again and started thumbing through it. Her eyes caught the phrase power exchange. She began to read and the more she read, the more interested she became. Something deep inside her was becoming turned on by the thought of letting another have all the power over her. It would feel….. freeing. She had always leaned toward powerful men anyway. Beyond the usual thought of having her wrists stretched above her head and pinned to wall. Though there was something to that too. No, it had more to do with will, the need and desire to give in, to submit to a will stronger than her own. Her fingers stilled on the pages. In fact her whole damn body went still and rigid for a moment before she forced herself to relax. She was being silly and she blamed it on her need for sleep but she wasn’t ready to give up Damien’s company just yet. She opened her mouth to make another comment and then closed it again, thinking better of asking him anything further on this subject. Apparently Damien was knowledgeable about it, but didn’t want to talk about it. She respected his privacy. Maybe, she could find some answers online somewhere. God knows, you could learn anything online. The trouble was, how much of it was accurate and true?

 

[BehaviorMod]

“I’ll settle for you rubbing my neck, thankyouverymuch.” Sara rolled her eyes playfully and then repositioned herself on the couch. She pushed her ass and hips between his open legs and her back pressed to his stomach, allowing his hands room to work her upper back and neck. He hadn't been this close to Sara often, and he started to realized he liked it.

"Good answer, I'd have hated to clean up the mess when I was done with you." Damien spoke into her ear, a smirk in his voice. He rolled his hands and them rubbed them together; warming them before placing them upon the flesh of her shoulders. He began there, with gentle pressure and kneading, and worked his way towards her neck.

There, he dug his knuckles into the stiffness and then continued, finding each spot that wasn't soft like the rest and massaging it into as much submission as he could. "I need a bit more space, mind if I...?" Damien moved his hands back down her neck to the shoulder straps of her top, gliding them to the sides so they would fall from her shoulder if she shrugged them off, allowing him better access to her neck and shoulders while still keeping her girlie bits covered.

As the material slid down and exposed more of her shoulder and collar bone, Damien had to resist the urge to place his lips upon the bare skin of his best friends' neck. Instead, he continued his massaging of her shoulders and that spot just below her neck and between her shoulder places; digging his thumbs in to the muscle there. He craned his neck forward to see the page she was reading. A page on power exchange. He felt her body tense a moment and then relax. He wondered what was going through her mind.

"You're really tense right around here. Let me get a better angle." Damien gripped her pony tail, not particularly tightly or anything; just enough to have a proper hold, and guided her head to the side, exposing more of her neck so he could properly work the side of it deeply. "Much better. So, anything good in that book?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"Good answer, I'd have hated to clean up the mess when I was done with you."

She tipped her head back a bit, grinning up at him with a teasing look in her eyes.

“Oh ho. So you’re so sure you’d be making a mess, hm? You sure I couldn’t stop you?”

She let that fall between them as his hands started to go to work. Oh god, his touch was magic. He was applying just the right amount of pressure and he had strong hands. Why hadn’t she noticed that before?

"I need a bit more space, mind if I...?"

His hands slid over her shoulders, pushing the straps of her top to the bare edges of her shoulders. A slight shrug and they fell around her upper arms. Her back bowed outward slightly as she felt the pressure of his thumbs pressing against a knot of tension.

“Oh god Damien,” she moaned softly, almost dropping the open book on the couch, “that feels amazing. “

"You're really tense right around here. Let me get a better angle."

Her breath caught. He hadn’t done anything unusual. Nothing forward or anything she would take exception to, quite the opposite really. He had taken hold of her ponytail and guided, with her compliance, her head to one side. What the hell was wrong with her? Why had her heart beat a little stronger and faster when he had done that? What the hell was happening here? Why the hell did she want to simply melt in his arms and let…..

"Much better. So, anything good in that book?"

“Hm?”

She was jettisoned out of her wayward thoughts and back to the moment.

“Oh. Yeah. Maybe. I don’t know. I just wish I was more knowledgeable about the subject. I feel so damn ignorant. I wonder if I could get myself invited to one these parties they mention in the book.”

Her mind was taunting her.

For research, Sara or for personal knowledge?

 

[BehaviorMod]

“Oh. Yeah. Maybe. I don’t know. I just wish I was more knowledgeable about the subject. I feel so damn ignorant. I wonder if I could get myself invited to one these parties they mention in the book.”

"No!" Damien's voice came out a bit more...insistant, than he'd wanted. "I mean; Uh...I wouldn't be so quick to jump right into any sort of party or gathering without first knowing what you're getting into." Damien started to massage her shoulders again, gently. "I mean, what if you walk into a full blown sex party, or a dungeon or something? From what I've heard...some of these people can be, pretty kinky. Best to do some proper research first, yea?"

Damien looked down, partly in shame for being such an idiot like that, and partly to read from the page she was looking at. With her shoulder straps down and her top loosened, he caught a glimpse right down her shirt to the valley between her tits and the tops of her clevage. If her top had slipped down even a fraction more of an inch, he'd have been able to see her nipple poke out. He quickly averted his eyes and took in the page in her hand.

"I think it's time for bed, Sara. I think I've done all I can for your poor muscles. Besides, it's getting late and you have your run tomorrow. How about we talk more about this whole research thing tomorrow?" Damien was relieved when she moved away and pulled her straps back up and turned to sit properly on the couch. If she had kept herself against him for much longer, she certainly would have felt the thickness in his pants pushed against her ass. Had that one little glimpse of her thickened him that much? Was it the closeness? That tiny bit of intimate space they shared?

After they said their goodnights and she had brought him out some pillows and blanket; Damien welcomed the sleep the claimed him. His dreams were even more welcoming...

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"No!"

Sara was so startled by his vehemence that the book fell into her lap and closed. She tipped her head back further and was about to question him about it when he rushed in with more words,

"I mean; Uh...I wouldn't be so quick to jump right into any sort of party or gathering without first knowing what you're getting into."

Her face lowered again and her eyes found the closed book, which she picked up but didn’t open. Instead she sighed.

“I suppose you’re right. “

"I mean, what if you walk into a full blown sex party, or a dungeon or something? From what I've heard...some of these people can be, pretty kinky. Best to do some proper research first, yea?"

“I guess I never thought about that and a little ole innocent like me would be gobbled up, I imagine,” she winced at the thought, “I also suppose I’d stand out like a sore thumb as well. “

Before she could say anything more, Damien was saying something else. She was finding that she really wanted to share this with him. He was her best friend. She had very few secrets from him and trusted him in ways she didn’t with most people she knew.

"I think it's time for bed, Sara. I think I've done all I can for your poor muscles. Besides, it's getting late and you have your run tomorrow. How about we talk more about this whole research thing tomorrow?"

She shifted away from him, pulling up the straps of her top as she did. Sara slid to her feet, setting the book on the table and went to get him a pillow from her bed and a blanket from the cupboard. She said her goodnights, kissing his cheek before she meandered into her room and closed the door. Once inside the privacy of her room, her fingers found the straps of her top and pushed them off her shoulders again, reminding her of how it felt when Damien had done it. Her eyes closed as she recalled the touch of his hands on her skin. Then they bolted open. Damn it. She really did need to get laid sometime soon. Hurrying out of her clothes she donned one of the shirts she always wore to bed, nothing underneath it but her skin. Sara wandered into her bathroom and brushed her teeth before she tugged the band out of her hair, letting it fall around her shoulders. Her fingers massaged her scalp for a moment or two before she shut out the bathroom light and crawled into bed.

~~ ~~​

He was leaning over her, his breath was hot on her naked skin. His weight was bearing her down into the mattress below her. She could feel her nipples, hard as pebbles, poking into muscle of his chest. Both of her hands were pinned above her head, held there by one of his. The ends of his fingers trailed down the side of her neck, lingered briefly at her jaw. Her head tipped back against the pillow under it, her eyes looking directly into his and getting lost there. She couldn’t look away. His fingers feathered across the column of her throat to the base, where they rested for a moment before they slid further down her body, with a teasing slow touch, made to drive her wild with wanting. It was working. Not only was she shifting restlessly beneath him, she was extremely wet already. His head lowered. His lips found her ear and he whispered, “Behave, Sara.”

Her body instantly stilled but his softly spoken command did little to still the small whimpering sounds leaving her throat. His head lifted again, eyes, the same color as her own, reclaimed her. His fingers continued to move lower. His lips came a breath from her own. The hint of a smile played across his lips, “Good girl.”

There was a thread of steel in the velvet timber of his voice. The muscles in her tummy tightened as his fingers passed over it and continued their journey. Her tongue slipped from her dry lips to give the latter some moisture and even though his body had already parted her thighs so he rested between them, she found herself splaying them further apart as she felt the shortness of his fingernail barely part her lips and scratch across the swollen nub hidden there. He caused her hips to twitch in reaction. His finger returned again, this time to stroke between and parted those lips a little more, sinking just a bit more. Her wrists tugged against his hold. It tightened in response. With their eyes still locked, he slowly eased his finger inside her. Her body went very still. Tense. She inhaled deeply, slowly. He pushed deeper until the palm of his hand cradled her. Her hips pushed against it. His hand began to rock against her.

“What do you need, kitten?”

His words were low, almost a seductive whisper, yet there was no mistaking the command in them. There were two significant answers here, in her passion soaked mind. Trapped in the haze of lust he was invoking within her, her mind couldn’t think straight at all. What did she need? She needed to cum. No. She desired to cum but she needed….

Her response came back as a low desperate whisper.

“You, Sir. I need you.”

His hand never ceased to move inside her body. The pad of his thumb found the throbbing, swollen needy feminine nub she possessed. Need and desire stirred and spread through her veins, engulfing her into an inferno of molten heat……

Sara came bolting out of sleep by the sound of her alarm clock going off. She brushed away the hair that stuck to her sweaty brow and glared at the offending thing, almost snatching it up and violently throwing it across the room. The only thing that kept her from it, was that the object of her dreams was sleeping in the other room and she didn’t want to alarm him. Instead, she slammed her palm against it, effectively shutting it off. God. She ached, from head to toe. Her mouth was dry too. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Sara slipped from bed, thoroughly shaken by what she had been dreaming and about whom. She found her jogging shorts and donned them, along with her sleeveless top. Socks and running shoes were next. She even managed a decent ponytail before she did some stretches and finally had enough control over her wayward thoughts that she could open her bedroom door quietly to let herself out and go for a much needed run. Right about now, she needed to slip into some empty head space.

Damien. She had been dreaming about Damien. If only he knew. He'd probably look at her like she had lost her mind and maybe she had.

 

[BehaviorMod]

The fabric slid from her shoulders and the top gave way, falling down below her tits as they revealed themselves to him; exposed and aroused. The air had already thickened her nipples; or maybe it was simply his presence. His hand moved down her arm, the hair standing on edge at the whisper of a touch he caressed her arms with as he felt her lean back into his chest. "Close your eyes, my pet." He spoke softly into her ear, and she obeyed.

His hands moved down to her wrists, tugging them down so that her hands were in her lap and not covering her gorgeous tits. Running his skilled fingers back up her slender arms, he crossed them over her chest to take one of her orbs of titflesh into each hand, feeling the thick nipple dig into his palm as he grabbed at them. "Such thick nipples....so damn hard, aching for attention; aren't they kitten?" The girl could only nod, silently, the breath taken from her; her voice stolen.

His lips found the sweet curve of her neck and he lingered there, tasting her, before he dug his teeth into her flesh and she moaned out 'Damien' . He dug his fingers into her breasts, posessively, and she responded by pushing her ass against his cock, teasing the already throbbing member. "Fuck....you just can't still those fucking hips, can you kitten?" He kissed his way down the side of her neck to her collar bone, nibbling a bit as he leaned back; taking the girl with him so her body was stretched out, exposed.

He let one hand trail down her stomach, almost a ghost that was never there so soft was his touch, down farther until he dipped his hand inside her panties and found the mound of her pussy. Smooth, hairless. He could feel the heat comming from the folds of skin below his hand; right where her cunt was. he hadn't even touched her there and her hips were already undulating. He released her tit with his other hand and moved it up to cup her chin and angle her eyes to him, as if he could devour her mirrored eyes with his own. "Are you ready to become my sexkitten?"

The girl nodded, and Damien parted her already soaked folds and plunged two fingers inside her, deep. Her cry would have echoed through the whole building; but the long, whorish moan that pressed from her throat was muffled by his lips against hers in a deep, long, hard kiss. As his tongue explored her fiercely, he pressed his palm against her clit and rocked his hand in and out of her so that he'd rub against her in unison. Her hips began to rock along with him and soon she was breathless all over again, her chest heaving with each stroke.

"...amien." The voice was but a whisper in the distance, nothing compared to the sweet honey of the girls moans and whimpers as she writhed against him, trapped, captured, His.

Damien lowered his head to her again and growled. "Cum for me, my sexkitten. Cum for me...Sara." He felt her body stiffen, her moan start in her throat and her cunt clench at his fingers.....

"Damien!" The voice was clear this time, so clear; in fact, it jerked Damien awake from the dream he'd been having. Startled, Damein flinched awake and fell from the couch, the blanket wrapped around his legs and feet.

"Fuck! Sara. Scared the shit out of me." Damien rolled onto his back and tilted his head up to look behind him at the upside down Sara. He soon realized her gaze was a little bit higher than where his eyes was and realized he was hard, and the thin boxer-briefs he'd worn to bed would do little to hide it. With a quick flip, he rolled over and bunched up the blanket so he was covered.

He looked at her rightside up this time and realized she was sweaty; and geared up for running. "You're just getting back? I didn't even hear you leave, let alone walk through the door. How was your run?"