Raffle Girl
Copyright© 2025 by Lorn Skye
Chapter 12: Another Day in Paradise
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 12: Another Day in Paradise - Dr. Sam White was not lucky. He had never won a single thing in his entire life. His colleagues at work had convinced him to attend a fundraiser for some cause that he knew nothing about. And suddenly, he won. The prize was not at all what he expected! Join Sam as he journeys from confirmed bachelor to the luckiest man in the world with a bevy of beauties surrounding him. ~43000 words
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Slavery MaleDom Anal Sex
The next few days saw us settle into a routine. It was a very pleasant routine, but some stability was a nice change after all the change we had experienced over the past few days.
My routine went something like this. I woke up, rolled over and fucked a beautiful, and willing woman, got up and showered, got my coffee and breakfast, and went to work.
Later in the morning, Eve would usually enter my office and silently slip under my desk, where she would carefully extract my cock, and just suck on it. Sometimes, I was in the mood, so, it wouldn’t take her long to get me hard, and then to cum for her. Other days, I was distracted or busy, and it might take an hour, or even two, to get me to cum.
Once she had extracted her prize, she would tuck me back in, zip up my pants, and then give me a Cheshire grin before sneaking silently back out of the room.
On Wednesday, Eve and Olivia appeared at my door dressed in jeans and t-shirts. “Sir,” they began in unison, “we’d like to go to our old apartment, pack up the rest of our stuff, and get it ready for the two women who are subletting it from us.”
“Fine by me,” I replied. “Do I need to do anything?”
“Can you call for your car so we can bring back our stuff? It should all fit in the trunk, since we aren’t bringing any furniture, just clothing and personal things.” I readily agreed, happy not to have to participate in the carrying of any boxes!
I went back to work, particularly intrigued by a new company and the technology they were developing. If their results were reproducible, it could radically change how we thought about neurological diseases.
So engrossed in my research was I, that I barely noticed the time slipping away, and it seemed like minutes later I heard them return. I stepped out into the hallway and saw that they had commandeered two large moving carts that were loaded with boxes, suitcases, and plastic trash bags, that seemed to be filled with clothing.
“Do you need any help?” I asked as they rolled the carts into the condo and then started carrying things down to their room.
“We got it,” Eve replied as she walked by, giving me a kiss on the cheek. She was a little bit sweaty and strands of hair had escaped her pony tail, but she looked, and smelled, so sexy that I nearly pulled her into my office and bent her over the back of my chair.
Instead, I nodded and stepped back into my office and closed the door. I resumed my research reading and was soon lost in the science.
The sound of the door opening brought me out of my reverie of science and medicine. I had just about convinced myself that what they had found was true and I was now contemplating how I would invest in the company.
Eve came in the door and quickly knelt on the floor. She had obviously cleaned up from earlier, which made me a little sad, but she had obviously cleaned up and now wore her green leather harness and some matching thigh hi socks.
“Master, I am sorry to disturb you, but we have prepared dinner and we were a little worried about you. You’ve been in here all day!”
“No worries. I need a break,” I replied, stretching and feeling the stiffness in my shoulders.
“Let me help!” Eve replied, quickly standing and stepping behind me where she started to massage my shoulders.
After a few minutes, when her hands tired, I pulled her around and wrapped her in a hug.
“Mmmm, Master,” Eve purred, her voice husky and filled with contentment.
I gave her a quick kiss and then a swat on her ass before we headed out to get dinner.
Olivia had prepared an Italian feast for us, with pasta and several different sauces to sample. We ate, we drank wine, we talked, and we laughed. It was an amazing evening, and we were all comfortable with each other, as we talked about anything and everything.
I mean when there are no games or no politics, when there is no power struggle, people can just be themselves. Most of all, they can be truthful, truly truthful, so we talked about dreams and fears, likes and dislikes, and loves and lovers.
Olivia had dreams of becoming a judge. Growing up poor, she had seen the injustices perpetrated against the lower classes. And while she would start as a lawyer, she knew she needed to start as a prosecutor to have the best chance of getting the job she ultimately wanted.
And she had the brains to get there. She was going to graduate with the highest honors and a perfect GPA in May. She also missed a perfect score on the LSAT by one question, which she had reported to the Law School Admissions Council.
Meanwhile, Eve told us about growing up in a single parent household, and then losing her mother, navigating for two years in the foster system, and then getting a full ride scholarship to a prestigious, private university. She was also graduating in May, with high honors, and with a double major in history and economics.
She had already been accepted to a doctorate program, where she planned to get doctorates in each course of study. She thought she could map out cycles of consumer confidence and the markers of when the economy would start to turn. To hear her talk, she already had a good idea, she just needed a bigger database to test her hypothesis.
Listening to their stories, my history seemed rather anti-climactic. My parents were both still alive, even if we didn’t speak any more. I was an only child, so I guess we shared that in common. However, my family were very definitely upper-middle class, if not upper class. I went to all the best schools and had every advantage. I got out of medical school debt free and was able to spend time in the lab developing the drug that later earned my fortune.
I did make a note to spend some time with Eve going over her hypothesis. If she was onto something, I could make a fortune with her pattern recognition and markets.
The evening slowly wound down and we all pitched in to clean up the kitchen and load up the dishwasher. Then we headed into the bedroom where we all just cuddled and held each other in companionable silence until we fell asleep.
Our peaceful paradise was scheduled to conclude on Friday. Eve’s contract was for one week and that ended on Friday night at eleven p.m. After that, she could remove her collar and collect her fifty-thousand-dollars.
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