J McKenna - Naughty girl

“I think,” she started then stopped. “I think that would be…nice.”

Carl felt he had disappointed her somehow. He wondered, not for the first time, if there was another woman behind the submissive slave she’d been for so many years. Maybe she didn’t know how to relate to men otherwise? It would certainly explain how she could get mixed up with a creep like Frank.

“This doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun,” he said lamely. “I mean, we can still play some games, you know, later on.”

She took his hand to her lips and kissed it. “You’re not trying to break up with me, are you?”

“No! Not at all!” He hoped she didn’t think he was losing interest in her. “It’s just that I want to separate me from your memories of Evers, that’s all.”

She leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips. “I think I’ll go get dressed then,” she said, and was gone.

DeeDee spent the night with him. He awoke with her nibbling at his morning hard-on, teasing him, enticing him.

“Oh, honey,” he said, pulling her back up to him, kissing her gently. “Let me wake up, huh? I should also take a leak and brush my teeth.”

She nodded. “Sorry, Ma—I mean, Carl. My master used to like me to wake him with my mouth every morning when I stayed over.”

Carl sat up. Okay, that was just a little too creepy. It was time to get old man Evers out of my bed once and for all .

“That’s nice, DeeDee,” he said, emphasizing her name. “But I’m not your old master. You don’t have to do that for me.”

She seemed to shake herself slightly. “You’re right. I’m sorry. It’s just that you remind me of him. Well, younger, of course. When I woke up, I kinda slipped back into my old ways.”

“Perfectly understandable,” he said. “And you don’t have to apologize. But now I want you to get to know Carl Harman, the designer of cartoon characters and a struggling writer. Of course your story fascinated me. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Now I just want to put down the book for awhile and hang out with my girlfriend. Do you understand?”

A sly smile crept to her lips. “Yes. As long as you continue to fuck me like you did yesterday. I thought I’d explode. You may have short-circuited my wires somewhere.”

He hugged her. “Oh, that’ll be the day. But no worries—if you ever find the sex gets dull, you can just go back to calling me Master.”

She touched his face. “Coffee?”

“You bet. I’m going to jump in the shower.”

When he came out, his hair still damp, wearing boxer shorts, Carl found DeeDee, dressed in his robe, cooking up French toast. He came up behind her and pulled her to him by her hips. She giggled and rubbed her ass against him.

“Careful, you’ll make me burn breakfast.” She turned and gave him a peck on the cheek. He kissed her back, then untied her sash and reached in. She was naked underneath. He slipped his hands around her waist and pulled her tight. He let one hand slip down to her slit, where it came away wet and smelling of sex.

She pushed him away. “Whoa, big boy. You’ll get all you want later. Right now, there’s coffee ready and toast to flip.” He let her go and she turned around, not bothering to close the robe. Carl poured himself a cup and sat down.

“So tell me,” he asked. “How is it that a macho guy like Frank never uncovered your deep dark secret?”

She turned briefly to give him a baleful eye. “Frank? You seem worried about Frank a lot.”

“Do I? Well, let’s just call it writer’s curiosity.”

She shrugged. “He never asked.”

“Would you have told him if he had?”

“I think so. Master had conditioned me to tell the truth. But Frank was far too wrapped up in himself to ask about my past. And I’m glad he didn’t.”

“Me, too.” Carl shuddered to think what Frank would have done with DeeDee’s amazing submissive side. Then again, he had experienced some of it, hadn’t he? Otherwise, why would she have stuck with him all those months?

That was why DeeDee had been looking around that night at the bar, he suddenly realized. She was looking for someone like Stephen to replace Frank, who was a pale imitation of what she needed in a man. And Carl had obliged her.

They ate and drank coffee, and talked about inconsequential things. It was easy to be with her. Carl hated to have it come to an end, but he had a project looming. He looked at his watch. It was nearly ten.

“DeeDee, I’ve got to go. I’m sorry, but I’ve got this project that my client wants by the end of the week and if I don’t get on it, I’ll lose the business.”

She nodded. “That’s okay. I should be getting back home anyway, check on the fish.”

A smile tugged at the edges of his mouth. “You don’t have any fish.”

She giggled. “Well then, I’d better pick some up on the way home.” She rose. Carl stood too and gathered her into his arms before she could slip away. His cock sprang to attention.

“Maybe I have time for a quickie…” he suggested.

She grabbed his shoulders. “A quickie? You think I’ll be satisfied with a mere quickie?”

“Um, probably not. So I guess I’ll just have to wait until later, then…”

She gave him an elaborate sigh. “Oh, all right. A quickie is better than nothing, I suppose.” She let her robe slip off her shoulders.

Carl was really beginning to fall in love with this girl, he decided.

Carl intended to call DeeDee that afternoon, but his client dropped by his small office after five and stayed for nearly two hours, going over the designs, suggesting changes and editing copy. Carl didn’t mind because he genuinely liked the work he had done, but like all clients, he wanted to put his stamp on it.

By the time he got home, it was half-past seven and he was exhausted. Carl checked his voicemail and email and was surprised not to have heard from DeeDee. He called while he heated up a microwave dinner, fully intending to beg off seeing her tonight. He just wanted to eat and go to bed. Even his cock didn’t argue the point.

Oddly enough, she wasn’t home. He got her voice mail and left a brief message, telling her he’d call her in the morning.

After a restful night, Carl woke up at eight-thirty, fully refreshed. He put on a pot of coffee and mentally organized his day. He had several corrections to do for his client, but they weren’t overwhelming. He figured he could probably finish by early afternoon. Then the client would have to approve the final changes before Carl could put the document together for the printer by Friday. Idly, he wondered if DeeDee would like to have a dinner down by the waterfront.

He called her again. Once more, he got her answering machine. He actually began to get a little jealous, ridiculous as that sounded. He imagined that she had gone out last night with another man and was now sleeping next to him—maybe it was Frank! Carl reined in his childish reaction and left a simple, non-judgmental voicemail, then headed off to work, trying not to dwell on it. He told himself she probably had gone to bed early to rest up from all the lovemaking.

Carl concentrated on the project, doing some of the best work he felt he had done in months. Perhaps it was because getting laid helped clear up his mind. With the client’s suggestions, he was better able to anticipate what he expected and Carl felt he had delivered on that promise. By three-thirty, he had gone as far as he could without more input from him, so he emailed the final draft to him, then shut down the computer and headed home.

On the way, he used his cell phone to call DeeDee one more time. Again, he got her voicemail. This was not like her. It was as if she had dropped off the face of the earth. Making a sudden decision, Carl turned the car toward her apartment.