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  Loaded Question

  by

  Cassandra Carr

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  LOADED QUESTION COPYRIGHT Ó 2012 by Cassandra Carr

  Published by Sybarite Seductions, an imprint of Twenty or Less Press. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or Sybarite Seductions.

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  Cover Art by Carey Abbott

  DEDICATION

  For everyone who continues to support me in living my dream.

  “What’s one thing I don’t do in bed that you want me to?”

  Guys, this is always a loaded question, isn’t it? A lot of us are total pervs, but we don’t want our women to run away from us shrieking about our supposedly-strange proclivities, so we keep the freakier parts of us hidden away.

  But my girlfriend Daisy had given me the perfect opening to tell her about my one wish.

  “Well, I guess if I had to say one thing, it would be that I wish you’d give me blowjobs.” I love Daisy. Sex with her is great, except she doesn’t give head.

  To be fair, that’s not entirely true. She used to blow me on really special occasions, like my birthday. Her face would kind of scrunch up while she was down there, and it was obvious she wasn’t having a good time. So after a couple of years, I told her it was okay if she didn’t want to give me head. I mean, who wants a girl doing something she really doesn’t enjoy?

  Even now, just at the thought, she wrinkled her nose slightly. Backtracking was needed. You see, my girlfriend is a girly-girl. She’s a cute little dress-wearing, long hair held back with a headband and heels on her feet every day kind of girl. And sadly by now, I was resigned to never getting another BJ from her.

  “It’s not okay,” she said, sighing. “I know I should go down on you. It’s only fair since you do it to me all the time.”

  Now that was true. Daisy is not one for describing things very graphically–she prefers to use roundabout phrasing and euphemisms. I don’t think she’s ever called my cock a “cock”, or even a “dick”, for that matter. She calls it my penis, or my erection if she is feeling more risqué. It had taken a couple of months of us sleeping together before she’d let me go “down there”. Once I did, she was hooked.

  Don’t get me wrong, Daisy’s really not a prude–how much she loves sex and responds to me makes that clear—but she grew up in Georgia and has the manners of a Southern Belle. I’ve never been attracted to tomboys. I love all those little things that make Daisy a woman–her perfume, her skirts, her shoes. Plus Daisy is tiny, standing only a little over five feet—without her heels on, of course. A little thing like her makes me, an ex-football player in high school and college who stands six foot three, feel like her protector, and I kinda dig that.

  “No, really, it’s all right,” I tried to reassure her. I’d made her sad, and I hated seeing her sad, especially when I was to blame. She was such a sweet girl, and she loved me to pieces, always telling me how happy she was and how much she loved me. I should have been happy with whatever she was willing to do in bed, but man, I love having a woman’s warm, wet mouth wrapped around my cock.

  Daisy sat up and looked at me. Then she tipped her head to the side—she’d come to some sort of decision. I waited. Would my wish come true?

  “I want to do this for you.”

  She turned her head toward the window and bit her lip as I stifled a fist pump.

  “But I don’t know how.”

  “I can teach you if you’re serious.” I held my breath again while I waited for her response.

  “No. I don’t want you to do that. I want to learn and then come back and show you how much I know.”

  I raised an eyebrow, blowing out the breath in a whoosh. I have to admit, I was pretty skeptical about my girly-girl going out on her own to learn how to give a blowjob. “How would you do that? Go the library?” The whole idea seemed odd.

  “I don’t know.” She shrugged. “Maybe I can find a tutor.”

  “A tutor?” I sputtered. I started feeling lightheaded at the image that popped into my head of Daisy and her, ahem, tutor—who was, of course, a beautiful woman. They were both wearing sexy lingerie and practicing sucking cock using hot dogs or big, juicy cucumbers as they reclined on a bed. My dick, which had been at half-mast from the minute she’d tilted her head to the side, came to full attention, and I rubbed it, willing it back down.

  “Sure. Why not? Surely someone out there gives lessons in stuff like this.”

  She grinned like she was warming up to the subject, but I still had no idea how she would find a tutor in this particular subject.

  “Let’s go online.”

  I debated pinching myself to see if this was real or a cruel dream. Was my girlfriend about to look for a tutor to teach her how to suck my cock?

  She hopped out of bed—her small, firm tits jiggling just a little bit—and grabbed my laptop off my desk. She climbed onto the bed and leaned against the headboard while the computer booted up.

  It appeared she was. My dick twitched again.

  After a quick search and trolling through a few results, Daisy clicked on one and then pointed to it, turning the screen so I could see it. “Look. There’s someone right here in town.”

  I glanced at the laptop, and my pulse rate about doubled when I saw the website she’d landed on. I jerked my head toward the screen, hardly able to form words. Finally I got out, “Honey, this guy is a Dom!”

  Her facial expression was blank. Clearly she had no idea what the term meant. “So? He specializes in teaching women how to please their men. That’s exactly what I need! What’s wrong with him?”

  “Do you even know what a Dom is? What they do?” Was I going to have to explain BDSM to Daisy? The thought made my head spin. Guys, how do you explain something like that to a born-and-bred Southern belle?

  “Um…” She blushed. “No, not really. I mean, I think I’ve heard the term, but I never knew what it meant.”

  I took a deep breath and blew it out again. After clearing my throat, I said, “Guys like that are dominant in the bedroom. That’s why they’re called Doms. The women they’re with are submissive to them. Basically, the submissive does what the Dom tells her to do, and if she doesn’t, he punishes her. It’s all consensual and everything, but the submissive’s job is to obey and please her Master. Of course, it’s not a one-way street. The submissive gets plenty of satisfaction from the arrangement too.”

  Daisy’s eyebrows drew down.

  What was going on inside her head? Parts of me wanted to warn her away, and parts of me wanted to see how she’d react if she knew more about dominance. She’d let me tie her up a few times and even blindfold her, but that’s as far as we’d ever ventured into BDSM territory. Apparently, at the time, she’d had no idea she was submitting to me. Of course, I’d never called it dominance and submission either.

  “What do you mean, he punishes them?”

  “Different Doms use different punishments, but one of the most common is spanking.”

  Daisy gasped. “But how can that be? These women are adults!”

  “Because like I mentioned before, as part of their relationship, she gives her Dom the power to do that. She understands that if she disobeys him, he’ll punish her.”

  Daisy’s eyes were as wide as saucers. “Wow, I had no idea. It’s like
there’s this whole other world I know nothing about.”

  “There is, believe me. Anyway, I don’t think this guy is what you’re looking for, sweetie.” I gave her a little kiss on the cheek and sat back. I couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. It’s not like I want to be some dude in head-to-toe leather with my woman licking my boots, but the idea of some of the lighter stuff turns me on.

  Daisy continued to stare at the screen, biting her lip. “Or maybe he is,” she whispered. “Maybe someone like this could get me past my feelings about giving you a blowjob. You know, like immersion therapy or something.”

  My mouth fell open, and I started to sweat. “You’d let a Dom spank you? Do you have any idea what you’re saying, baby? They don’t just give you a few swats over your clothes. A lot of them take you over their lap, lift your skirt and pull down your panties. Are you sure you’re ready for something like that?”

  Daisy thought about it for a minute, the color going high on her cheeks. Then she nodded. “Yes. I’d have to–what did you call it–submit to his punishment if I didn’t do what he wanted. Otherwise what would be the point?”

  Could I trust she was for real? I didn’t want to get my hopes up, but Daisy had surprised me a few times before, like that time she’d shown up at my apartment wearing just a trench coat after I’d gotten a raise. Yeah, guys, that got me a rise too.

  Then she turned to me. “How would you feel about another guy spanking me, though?”

  Geez, how should I answer that? Since she’d already given me the opening I wanted, I went for it. “To be honest, I think it would be hot as hell to watch you being touched by another man.”

  “You do?” Her eyes went wide as saucers again.

  Had I gone too far? But her cheeks were flushed, and she was breathing a little harder, her mouth slightly open—so maybe not. “You would really go to this guy and let him show you how to go down on me? And what if you refused to follow his instructions? You’d seriously let him spank you?”

  An expression I’d never seen before, but definitely wanted to see again, lit her face. It was like she’d had a sexual awakening. But then her next words, “Yes, I would. I want to please you,” deflated me.

  “I don’t want you to do this just for me.” I’d already seen how stuff like that could backfire with a previous girlfriend, who told me she was into threesomes and then wigged out when I brought up having a third in our bed. She called me a freak, ran out and never returned my calls. Now, I am a little more cautious.

  Daisy looked thoughtful. “It wouldn’t be just for you.” She nodded her head as if coming to some decision. “I think if our sex life was more satisfying for you, it would be better for both of us. Not that it’s bad, but I want you to be as satisfied as I am. I love you, and it’s important to me.” She picked up the laptop and opened her e-mail. “I’m going to send him a message.” Before I could even wrap my brain around what was happening, she’d tapped off an e-mail and sent it.

  We had sex, and I tried not to let all the horniness and sexual frustration the conversation had brought about affect how I treated Daisy. Thankfully, she didn’t seem to notice anything amiss, and we fell asleep shortly afterward. I figured that conversation would be the last I’d hear about blowjobs. But then a couple of days later we were fooling around and Daisy headed south, planting little kisses on my abs before continuing down. I sputtered, “What’re you doing?”

  Daisy looked at me. “I would think it would be obvious.” Then she peered at my very erect cock like she was having second thoughts. I was about to tell her once again not to worry about it when she took a little of me into her mouth.

  My eyes rolled into the back of my head. It had been so long since she’d done even that much that I felt like I was a teenager again getting my first BJ. I forced my eyes open and watched as she tried to kind of bob up and down. When that didn’t satisfy her, she pulled up again and gazed at my dick from different directions like it was fucking Mount Everest and she was trying to figure out how to climb it without getting killed.

  Daisy’s hands fluttered around. “I can’t do this right, Rob!”

  “You’re doing fine.” I didn’t want to fuck up the first time in months that she’d had her mouth on my dick.

  “Do you like it?”

  “Well–” It was a mistake to hesitate, and yet, I couldn’t lie.

  She scooted up and hugged me, burying her face in my neck. I kissed the top of her head. After a couple of minutes she seemed to shake it off and we had nice, regular vanilla sex just like she liked. After that disastrous attempt, I was sure Daisy would change her mind entirely or just not be able to go through with it. Man, was I wrong…

  A few days later, Daisy called me. “I heard back from that guy. His name is Master Tom, and he wants to meet with us.”

  Around the huge lump in my throat, where my heart had leapt to, I managed to stutter, “Did you respond yet?”

  “No, I wanted to see when you were available.”

  “You haven’t changed your mind?” I was lightheaded at just the thought of her considering this.

  “I told you, I want to do this. How’s Saturday afternoon? He said he’s available then.”

  “F-fine. You’re sure about this? I mean really, really sure about this?”

  “Stop asking me if I’m sure. You’re starting to give me a complex.”

  “All right, I won’t ask anymore.” I adjusted my suddenly rock-hard cock.

  “I’ll make the arrangements and let you know the details. Love you.” She hung up.

  Jesus, this is really happening. I immediately jacked off to the image of her on her knees in front of me with this Dom instructing her in the fine art of fellatio.

  That Saturday, we met Master Tom at a diner downtown. He’d described himself to us so we would know which man was him, but his words didn’t do him justice. As he looked up and spotted us, my eyes widened. His entire demeanor screamed “Dom”. He was tall and lean with a build like a runner or a cyclist and eyes so dark they looked black. Even I backed up a little when he focused his gaze on me. Combined with his brown hair and olive skin, he was pretty foreboding.

  I peeked at Daisy. Was his appearance scaring the hell out of her? To my amazement, she didn’t turn and run. Instead, she took a deep breath, her face paling a little, and let the breath out slowly as we walked over to the table.

  He rose. “You must be Daisy.” Grabbing her hand, he shook it before turning to me and doing the same. “And you’re Rob.” I nodded, and he motioned for us to sit.

  Daisy slid into the booth, clutching her purse like a lifeline. I sat and tucked her free hand into mine, squeezing it in what I hoped was a reassuring way.

  After we ordered coffee, he got right down to business, addressing Daisy directly. “So, tell me why you contacted me.” Daisy blushed, and I was about to cut in when he put up a hand without sparing me a glance. “No, I want to hear it from Daisy.”

  I closed my mouth.

  Twisting the napkin in her lap with trembling fingers, she answered—not meeting Master Tom’s gaze— “I want to learn how to give Rob a blowjob.”

  “Why?”

  “Why?” she repeated, looking at him.

  He stared at her. “Yes. Why do you want to learn?”

  “Because I want to make him happy.”

  “Is that the only reason?”

  “What do you want me to say?” she asked with an edge to her voice.

  I was surprised she’d stood up to him. He was either deliberately intimidating her or was always like this. Either way, he was one scary dude. I didn’t fear him, but I did instantly respect him.

  Her tone didn’t seem to deter him in the least. “Because unless you want to do this for yourself, I can’t help you.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “If the only reason you’re willing to have me tutor you is to satisfy Rob, you won’t be a very good student, and I don’t want to waste my time or yours.” He still had
n’t so much as glanced at me since we’d sat, and I hadn’t said a word.

  Daisy’s chin rose, and even though she hadn’t yet spoken I’d never been prouder of her. “I want to do this to make me the best I can be. I’ll admit that making Rob happy is really important to me, but the more I’ve thought about this, the more I’ve realized I’m not satisfied with myself as a lover.”

  I’d also never loved her more.

  Master Tom nodded. “Good girl. Now, my ground rules. I’ll give you a contract to sign with all the particulars laid out before you leave. You can look at it when you get home and, if everything looks okay, you can sign it and fax it to me.”

  “So business-like…” Daisy murmured.

  “I find it’s best that way.” Master Tom finally looked at me. “First of all, if you want me to help you with this—” he glanced at Daisy “—you won’t be sucking Rob’s cock, at least, not at first, and you need to understand and accept that.”

  “W-what do you mean?” Daisy stammered.

  He turned to her fully. “You’ll be sucking mine.”

  Even my breath caught. Surely she’d refuse.

  Daisy made a strange gurgling noise. “I’d assumed I’d be with Rob and you would just kind of coach me.”

  Master Tom returned his gaze to me. “How can I tell if she’s doing it right, if I’m not the one in her mouth? Do you agree? If not—if you don’t both agree to this—we’ll go no further.”

  I couldn’t argue with that logic, and in some ways, I wasn’t surprised after I considered it a bit more. He was a Dom, after all, and didn’t seem like the type to just sit there on the sidelines. He had this whole side business built around tutoring couples in sex. Why would he spend that much time doing something that didn’t give him any pleasure?

  I’d combed through his entire website after Daisy had e-mailed him. After all, I at least wanted to go in there with some level of comfort that he wasn’t some whack job. Master Tom had testimonials on his website and several e-mail addresses of people willing to vouch for him, along with the results of a criminal background test and his health test results. All that could be faked, of course, but that would be going to an awful lot of trouble. If Daisy wanted to move forward with this, I’d contact several of his references, but my gut told me this guy was the real deal.