Chapter 6: New Master Energy

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Denise had a naughty, delightful little secret.

It was the kind of secret that made every day better. At random times, she’d think of it and her heart would flutter. Some of the other girls at the office suspected the general shape of her secret, but she hadn’t told them anything.

It was the kind of secret that made her look forward to coming home, even if ‘home’ was barely more than crashing on her sister’s couch. The kind of secret that made her and Jimmy share private smiles over the dinner table.

It was the kind of secret that led them to volunteer to clean up together – and whisper together as they did, negotiating plans that made her heart race.

It was the kind of secret that made it hard to sleep, even though their planned fun couldn’t begin until she did.

She tried to calm her excitement by grounding herself in her senses. She focused on taste: the mint flavour that lingered from brushing her teeth. She focused on smell: the lavender from the diffuser. She focused on sound: silence, other than the hum of electronics and the diffuser’s occasional puff.

There was no sight to focus on, only darkness; she was wearing a sleep mask, effectively a blindfold that cut off all vision.

That was all she was wearing. She felt the soft cotton covers against her back, the occasional breeze teasing across her front. It was a warm enough night for it ... and more importantly, he’d told her to sleep naked.

She slept naked because he had told her to. That thought sent a new flash of heat through her, even as she lay sprawled across the bed.

How was she ... supposed to sleep ... with that kind of excitement...

She drifted off.

The next thing she knew, there was the sound of the door being closed. Footsteps. The weight of someone else joining her on the bed. Her mind was foggy as it tried to stir. What—

A hard, lubricated penis pushed into her.

Shock lanced through her. In that sluggish state, she didn’t have the mind for artifice. Her body moved by instinct ... and her most honest instinct was to wrap her legs around him and invite him deeper. Before her conscious mind’s inhibitions could interfere, she surrendered to the yes and good of every thrust claiming her body.

She came in less than a minute, before she’d even finished waking up. But he was using her for his pleasure, so he kept on moving, humping, fucking. Even as the sleep retreated, ecstasy pickled her brain instead. He hadn’t even woken her, he’d just started playing with her. She was a toy, a sex object that didn’t even need to be animate. So she came again — and as she clamped down on him, that was when he grunted his hottest moan and emptied himself into her.

Then came the cuddles, before her mood could even begin to drop. His warmth within her, around her, his lips brushing her ear. “Amazing,” he whispered. “I didn’t expect you to cum like that. That was a good surprise — I love how much you love it.”

Giddy joy fluttered through her. She was sexy, she was a sex object, and it was good. He loved it. She remembered her arms and looped them around his neck. “You didn’t even ask. Mmn.”

He hesitated — even blindfolded, she could guess he was thoughtfully chewing his lower lip. “Was that okay? You never really got the chance to say ‘no’, and ... I-I know you like doing that.”

God. Her most shameful kink, and he said it with such warmth, such concern for whether he’d hit those boxes hard enough. She giggled, squeezing him tighter. “It d-doesn’t always have to be about me saying no. You taking me without asking ... it’s so sexy. As long as...” She lowered her voice to a whisper that even he could barely hear. “As long as you’re treating me like a toy, it’s good.”

She still couldn’t see it, but she felt his smile as he kissed her. Bit by bit, his warmth and understanding helped her to admit her desires without shame.