(pictured above is one of Payton's favourite parts of Master Remy)

Chapter 13 Eyes Wide Open

Payton

When Master Remington leads me back into the main room where they're setting up for Master Matthias and Lane's show, his hand on the small of my back, my body is hyper-aware. Every nerve ending feels hot, my insides quivery and I don't know whether I'm going to throw up, pass out or jump up and cheer. I don't dare look behind me at Master Remington. Wait...shouldn't I be walking behind him. I desperately try to remember all of the things that Master Matthias taught me, yet my mind goes blank. God, I'm such a disappointment. I just knew I was going to make him look bad, and in front of his cousin of all people.

I can just picture it, 'what kind of subs do you train Matthias?'.

'I shouldn't even be here, I shouldn't be with such a...a Dom like Master Remington', I think, 'I should be with one of the new Doms that just got their membership'. Though, I noticed that Master Matthias has paired them with seasoned subs. Even Doms needed experience to reach their full potential, I vaguely remember Master Matthias saying. At least I remembered something he said.

I glance back at Tommy who is walking behind me on my right, Master Remington on my left leading me with his right hand. Tommy gives me a reassuring look before his eyes go back down to the floor. Master Remington is leading us up to the VIP section which frightens me even more. Peeking up through my eyelashes I can see Master Matthias sitting up on his couch with Lane in his lap. Lane straddling him, his face tucked into his neck while they speak quietly. I don't dare keep my eyes on either of them very long, but I'm aware that my training Master is watching as Master Remington leads us to an empty couch, which happens to be next to them.

"Sit right here Payton," Master Remington says in his smooth French accent. "Tommy, you can sit on the other side of him." I look at the sofa and then glance to the side. Master Mike's chair is on the other side of Master Matthias and Lane with Denny kneeling next to his thigh. Master Rowan is next to them, with Toby, his sub for the night, kneeling in front of his widespread legs while the tall Dom pets his head and observes the goings on.

"Payton?" Master Remington questions, as I feel Tommy give me a subtle nudge.

"Huh..." I startle out of my thoughts. "I'm sorry Sir, did you say sit? Aren't Tommy and I supposed to kneel on the floor?"

"You're my guests Payton," Master Remington says with what sounded like forced patience, "I have not engaged you as a submissive tonight, so you may sit next to me." I quickly nod and sit down as gracefully as I can while taking up as little room as possible. Tommy sits down next to me and I can see his curious eyes darting around the room taking in the club from a spot we've never been before.

I feel rather than see, Master Remington sit down beside me, his large frame filling up about the same space Tommy and I take up together as his muscular thighs fan out and his broad shoulders expand. The unexpected dip in the couch almost makes me slide into his side, but I manage to keep my balance as I gasp slightly and feel a shudder of nervous energy run through my spine.

I feel his large hand at the base of my back once again, "Relax, you're like a skittish little red fox right now. Would you rather leave?" He asks quietly, his head right by my ear.

"No! I mean, no Sir. I'm sorry. I'm fine." I turn to him and try to give him a relaxed smile before looking down, which, while turned was looking directly down at his crotch. His crotch in leathers. Holy fuck, kill me know...I can't breathe. The skin just above his pants looks soft over his hard abs and I can't help but stare and wish I could touch it. Ashton would love his belly button. I dart my eyes up over his bare chest and it almost makes my dizzy. I love his tattoos, I want to ask him what they mean, but I don't dare.

Master Remington chuckles, "your eyes dart around like a little fox too. I think that's the perfect nickname for you." He lifts my chin and I'm suddenly looking right into his dark brown eyes.

"Nickname?" I ask.

"I'm just teasing you, don't worry," he says with a big grin that shows in his eyes too.

"Tommy, I'm surprised to find you here tonight." Master Remington looks away towards the deep voice, which sounds familiar to me.

"Cas..Master Casey, I didn't expect to see you here tonight," Tommy replies and I look over my shoulder at Casey who's beaming at Tommy. "I, uh, I mean, I thought you had to be with your sister?"

"I made them dinner, played with the kids, did all that Uncle stuff and then plopped them down in front of a pile of Disney movies. My sister let me off the hook and told me to go out. I think she could tell I needed a break."

"Casey, welcome back," Master Rowan says, "I missed all the excitement a few months ago, but I'm glad to see you back, in tip top shape I'm sure." I look back at Master Remington and he's watching the exchange between the two Doms with mild interest.

"Rowan. Good to see you, Merry Christmas, glad to be back." Casey's reply sounds forced, but it seems like Master Rowan can be annoying sometimes, so it's understandable.

"Excellent. You're just in time to watch the show, Master Matthias and Lane are presenting for us tonight." Before he can answer Rowan continues, "Casey, you haven't met Remy. Remy is Matthias' cousin visiting for the holidays." I look back at Master Remington. Remy, he called him. That's cute and I give him a small smile. Master Remy leans forward and shakes hands with Master Casey. Then Tommy stands up and offers Casey his seat.

"Actually, I have a seat over there," Master Casey replies, "I saw you and wanted to come over to see if you'd like to join me...or are you waiting for someone else?"

"No! I mean, I'm not waiting for anyone else." Tommy looks over at me and I nod my head and smile so he knows I don't mind if he goes to sit with Casey. Now that I'm sitting with Master Remy I feel more comfortable and I can see how much he wants to go with him. "I'd like to join you Sir, that is, um." When he looks over at Master Remy, since he was his host, he just waves him off with a laugh. "Thank you Sir," he says before turning back to Casey.

Tommy walks off and the confidence I felt a mere second ago fades and I feel my whole body stiffen. Master Matthias and Lane are setting up on stage and I glance back at Master Remy and my heart starts to bang in my chest. I quickly look down in my lap and it's not until Master Remy says my name that I realize I haven't taken a breath and I quickly gasp for air.

He leans forward turning towards me and places his left hand just under my breast bone. "Take a slow deep breath, hold it for 5 seconds and then let it out just as slowly, that should help you relax. Go ahead now," he orders. I start to breathe in. "Slow it down and fill up your lungs so my hand moves forward." I do as he says and focus on his eyes. When I've taken in all the air I can, he says, "Hold it, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. Good Payton, now out just as slowly."

When I finish expelling all the air he has me do it a few more times and I feel better and can feel the tension in my upper body relax. "Good boy," he says quietly and sits back. "I'll get you tamed yet little fox," he chuckles so I can barely hear. I put my hand up on my chest where he had placed his, was it possible that my skin missed his touch, as quick as it was?

Since I'm sitting forward slightly I'm still aware of Master Remington's hand on my back and his thick thigh touching my own. You can say I was fixated on the two areas of contact.

Just then another Dom walks by and says hello to Master Mike. The guy is huge, like tall and wide, all muscle - built like a 'brick shit house' as my dad used to say...though...it didn't seem very nice. I realize I must be staring when he shoots me a stern look. My eyes go wide and I quickly look down, my left hand unintentionally shooting over to Master Remington's thigh, as if to steady myself or for comfort or something.

I look down and realize my hand is embarrassingly high up on his thigh, a mere inch from the bulge in his black leathers. "Sorry...Sir," I mumble a quick apology as I return my hand to my lap, not before I hear a deep intake of breath on his part.

"The shows about to begin," Master Remy says, taking my hand and placing it back on his thigh, but a little lower down and keeping his over mine. "Turn so you can see, I'm curious to see what you think of it." His accent seems even more pronounced as he whispers the words and his breath against my ear makes my insides tighten like when someone tickles you.

"Remy," Mike calls over. "Do you have room on that couch for Ryan?" I look up and the big Dom is looking at us. A small sub had just walked up and joined him. The spot where Tommy was isn't quite big enough for that guy without squishing me in the middle and I really don't want to be squished into that guy. I looked around the showroom and realize it's pretty full. I guess all the members have come to see Master Matthias and Lane.

"I don't mind kneeling in front," I say quietly to Master Remy, "All the other subs are and I'd actually be more comfortable." It's the truth. Sitting up here where all the Doms are I feel so conspicuous. "Please, Sir?"

Master Remy nods and I quickly slide down between his legs. Rowan says something to Toby and then next thing I knew he gets up and brings me a cushion and I realize the other subs have them too. "Thank you," I say and he gives me a quick smile.

Master Ryan sits on the other side of the couch with his sub kneeling between his legs, but neither Master Remy or I seem to notice them. I'm too focused on the man before me and for some reason he seems to be fairly entertained by watching me. At one point several weeks ago I wondered who could possibly ever be more attractive, masculine and sexy than Master Matthias. The answer? His cousin of course.

I place the cushion down between Master Remy's widespread legs and kneel between them. I'm not sure where to face at first so I just face Master Remy. I try to make myself as small as possible so I don't come into too much contact with the massive legs on either side of me, but they seem to close in on me as soon as I'm in place. Not that I didn't want to touch him, I mean, who wouldn't want to. "Now I've caught you little red fox," he chuckles. "Why don't you turn so you can see the stage?" He suggests, "and sit on the cushion, I don't want your legs to fall asleep." I nod and turn so that I'm facing the stage with my back against the couch and his knees on either side of me.

So you think all would be good. But again, my nerves are getting to me. His eyes on me, being in such close contact...kept me on edge. I'm not sure how to act in this situation, I'd only ever fooled around with boys my age who were as inept, insecure and inexperienced as me. Now I'm in the big leagues. The really big leagues and I don't know what to do. I feel like I'm doomed to fail. And rather than walk in the door and shake hands with that failure, I'm now, seriously contemplating the option of not even approaching it. I don't know if I can handle it. I don't know if it comes with a price.

I glance over at Tommy, who's not too far away and he's turned towards Master Casey talking a mile a minute while the handsome behemoth observes him attentively amused. Damn that Tommy, he doesn't even seem nervous or anything. Like he could walk into any situation, make friends and be at home. I envy that.

I feel thick fingers run through my unruly red mop and immediately tense up. "Deep breaths little fox," he murmurs and I draw in a long breath letting my head fall back slightly as I fill my lungs. As I exhale he nudges my head over until it's leaning against his thigh. I have to admit it feels good and if just for tonight I can pretend I'm the person who can be the right sub for a Dom like Master Remy, then I'm going to enjoy that fantasy. It's Christmas after all and magical things are supposed to happen on Christmas.

I remember Tommy telling me, before we came to CSU that when we went to college we could reinvent ourselves to be whoever we wanted. We didn't have to be the geeky "faggot" misfits that we were made to feel like back in High School, when our only other friend was Charlie, a mouthy lesbian who we started the school's first LGBT alliance with. I don't have to be shy or insecure, nobody knows me here, the teachers don't remember my brother and then wonder why my grades aren't as good or why I wasn't the leader he was, which happened all through High School. I have a fresh start, I'm not the constant disappointment to my parents or teachers here, I'm not the black sheep of the family...or red sheep as Tommy teases.

It's just so much easier said than done. I can plan all I want, but when it comes down to it, I still feel the same on the inside, and that still projects out to the way I come across on the outside. I let out a deep sigh, maybe I'm not as much of a loser as I make myself out to be, Tommy always says I'm not a loser at all. I can be really funny when I'm around my friends, the few I have, and as Tommy again, always points out, I'm a lot smarter than I think. I just always compare myself to my brother, who is unusually gifted in everything he does.

But just for tonight, I'm going to try to let that all go. I'm sitting here about to watch an amazing scene between the King of Dom's and his Queen while sitting in between the abundantly muscled legs of one of the most desirable Doms...no, the most desirable man, I'd ever laid my eyes on. For tonight, I'm going to pretend I can run with the bulls. Like I deserve his attentions, like I have a chance in hell to see him again after tonight...hiding the fact that he'll be going back to France in a few days.

The lights dim in the room, so only the stage is lit. I let my head rest on Master Remy's leg like he wants me to and even wrap my arm around his calf so it's a less awkward position. He seems to be pleased because he pats my head in approval.

As soon as Master Matthias has Lane fully suspended my full attention is fixed on the two of them. I don't understand how Lane can be comfortable suspended like that, but it's beautiful how his muscles flex with every sway of the ropes. He's also a lot stronger than me, if I was hung like that I feel like my arms would pull out of their sockets. I'm also not sure if I would ever feel comfortable naked in front of everyone the way Lane is, his full erection on display. But I'm not embarrassed for Lane, he looks...stunning.

Master Matthias blindfolds Lane before giving him a long, deep kiss. The smile he leaves on Lane's face as he walks over to his table looks like pure bliss and I can't help but feel envious. Not because of Master Matthias, I'm honestly over any infatuation I ever had for him, but just at the way he makes Lane feel. I want someone to make me feel like that someday.

My mouth opens to accommodate the increase in oxygen I need as my heart rate picks up from what I'm watching. My eyes are glued to the scene before me; it's like tunnel vision the way Master Matthias draws everyone's attention with every small movement, every touch to Lane and every sound he elicits from his enraptured sub. I can barely hear the words of praise and adulation Master Matthias bestows on the man who has given himself fully to his master. Unconsciously my grip tightens on Master Remy's leg and my whole body teems with growing desire. To be touched, caressed and stimulated the way that Lane is. It goes without saying that I begin to feel a tightness in my pants and I have to adjust my position to keep my erection from becoming too painful.

I bite my bottom lip to keep any embarrassing sounds from escaping. Swallowing hard as Master Matthias guides a vibrator into Lane's ass and the noises Lane makes seem to echo through my head, reverberating down my chest, causing vibrations right down through my stomach and into my balls finally out through my taut shaft.

A small needy whimper escapes my mouth before I can clamp down my lips and Master Remy squeezes his thighs on either side of me, a movement that seems to steady me along with the fingers that continue to run over my scalp.

My body jolts as Lane screams out "Oh Fuck!" while Master Matthias runs a pinwheel over his bare flesh. My own skin prickles as if it was happening to me and I suddenly feel overwhelmingly hot as I begin to pant like a dog.

"Are you okay?" Master Remy whispers in my ear, "you look flushed."

"I'm...I'm just really hot," I croak as quietly as I can.

"It's warm in here, why don't you take this off before you faint on me," he murmurs, tugging at my shirt. I lift my arms and let him pull it over my head and feel almost immediate relief as the air hits my burning skin. 'No wonder the Doms often go shirtless and the subs only wear short shorts', I think to myself. Master Remy rubs my shoulders and I practically melt back into his legs. 'Why was he being so nice after I was such a dork earlier and spilled my drink on him?'

My mouth goes completely dry when Master Matthias drops his pants and we're suddenly presented with not only a view of his heavily muscled legs and solid ass, but my eyes go round as saucers as I take in the view of his gargantuan, rock hard erection springing out of his leathers like a cannon taking aim at the enemy. "Fuck!" The word falls silently from my lips and I feel like there's not enough air in the room to make the tightness in my lungs go away.

"Master!" Lane yells as Master Matthias slams into him. My whole body startles and I let out a loud gasp. I stifle back a whine as Master Matthias pounds relentlessly into him until Lane is coming undone. I'm now gripping each of Master Remy's legs tightly, like the kinetic energy building inside of me might cause me to be launched to the ceiling if I don't hold on tight. He's squeezing my shoulders and I feel comforted that he too is keeping me from jetting across the room. My chest is practically heaving now; Master Matthias takes off Lane's blindfold and the look on his face mirrors what I'm feeling right now just from watching.

I shake my head and close my eyes, it's just too much so I turn away, my body unconsciously...or maybe consciously turning toward Master Remy. His hands cup my face and I force my eyes open, looking up into his dark brown eyes, hooded with a lust that I feel to my bone. He's keeping my eyes locked with his by sheer willpower and when I hear Lane scream as he cums I let out a needy whine and clutch at Master Remy's thighs.

I no longer know what's going on around me. I hear lots of movement, Doms and subs leaving the room, sounds of pleasure from those that stay in the dimmed room. I don't care because I can't take my eyes off the man before me. He's breathing heavy, but I have a hard time reading the look on his face. It's a mix of looks, but I guess the overwhelming one is indecision. Was that over me?

I'm finally able to move my eyes off him, trailing my gaze down his substantial chest, pausing at the two dark pebbled nipples. I lick my bottom lip as moisture forms in my mouth. I love men's nipples and those are the most delectable pair I've ever seen. I wonder how they would taste, how they would feel as I ran my tongue over them. After a second my eyes travel down over well-defined abs and onto a happy trail that happily draws my gaze to the large bulge straining at the black leathers.

I let out another needy whimper as drool pools in my mouth. I turn my eyes away and look across the room only to notice that Tommy and Master Casey are gone. I don't take the time to wonder where they are, but only to realize that only Master Remy and I are now left in the VIP area. There's movement and all sorts of sexual sounds around the room from Doms and subs who don't have a private room at the club, or so I presume. Master Remy is only visiting, so he doesn't either...is that bad or good, I wonder.

Master Remy's hands, which still hold my face lightly, begin to gently rub along my jawline. I close my eyes for a moment and let my face lean into his hands, relishing his touch and practically purring like a cat. He's just visiting and I may never see him again. Maybe that's for the best, I won't, can't get too attached to someone I can't have. But...I can step out of my comfort zone, I can try not to be the usual Payton tonight. I can have that moment of reinventing myself with this man I'll never see again. When I open my eyes I'm not Payton Johns anymore. I'm the perfect submissive that Master Matthias trained me to be. And he trained me well. There is no better Master to have been trained by than Master Matthias Daniels. Of this, I'm truly confident.

I sit up on my knees and then slowly lift myself up, leaning towards the Dom whose eyes are fixed on me. He leans forward meeting me half way and pulls me into his chest, his lips taking mine in a heated kiss that I can feel in my toes. His tongue makes its way into my mouth with no effort as I'm perfectly compliant in his arms. Perfectly willing to submit; not just willing, I want it, I need it and I'm not going to let my anxieties keep me from it.

I can feel his erection pressing against my stomach as he holds me against him, while my swelling member strains against the cushion of the couch where I lean between his legs. When he pulls away from the kiss I take in gulps of air to feed my burning lungs. Slowly I slide down just a bit and look down at the front of his leathers. My hands itch to see what he feels like and I hear myself asking permission before I can think twice. "May I? Um...Sir?"

"You don't have to Payton." My face pops up to his. Does he not want me? Is he disappointed in the kiss? In me? He seems to read my expression and his features soften. "I don't want you to feel obligated," he clarifies.

"Please?" I whisper, "I want...please may I serve you Sir?" I try to keep the desperation out of my voice, but I need this. I need to have one right thing happen today. I need to be the sub I was trained to be and feel the praise I crave. But mostly, I want... I just...I want to be with him even if it's this one moment only.

Master Remy lifts his hands from my face and leans back slightly, hands up in surrender and his posture seems to give me the go ahead so I reach down and carefully unbutton his leathers. I pause, my hands resting on top of his bulge, my finger holding the top of the zipper. I take a few deep breaths.

"Are you nervous?" Master Remy asks in a deep, calm voice.

"Um...no...maybe a little Sir."

"Why, have you not done this before?"

"Oh..I have!" I quickly correct, "I have, Sir," I add more calmly.

"Then why are you nervous? Please tell me, I want to know."

"You...I mean, I think you're going to be a lot bigger than anyone I've ever...umm...you know, done this to before, like really big."

He lets out a half chuckle. "Why do you think I'm really big? You're not saying that because I'm half black are you?" I look up, but his eyes are teasing and amused.

"No! No Sir. It's just...it seems like you are."

"So you've been checking out my package then?"

"No! I mean, yes...no, I mean no...you're Master Matthias' cousin and, you just saw, he's humungous...it's like, hereditary, isn't it?" Oh my god. I feel my face heat as I'm sure I'm red as a fire hydrant. I can use a dousing right now I'm sure. "I'm sorry Sir, I babble stupid things when I'm nervous."

"No reason to be nervous Payton, take your time and...well, do what you can do. I can't expect anything more than that...and if you're not comfortable, you don't have to do anything at all."

"I want to Sir," I breathe out quietly, and now I feel like I have a challenge, and I do like a challenge. He doesn't expect much...but I'll show him. Payton Johns can give a damn good blow job!

My heart pounds with each movement, I try my best not to appear all thumbs as I carefully slide the zipper down. I even place my fingers behind the zipper so it won't catch him like Lane once told me was a good idea when I was with a Dom. Doms usually don't wear boxers or anything under their leathers and catching their junk in the zipper would be a really big faux pas.

Master Remy lets out a quiet hiss as the back of my hand presses against his erection and my heart speeds up. The skin is soft like velvet over a warm and very thick rod. I gulp, whether in anticipation or hesitation, I'm not so sure. When his pants are open I lift out his shaft. It's as long and thick as I imagined, maybe even more. The skin a shade darker than his normal light brown. It's perfectly shaped, flawless, the large mushroom head now glistening with precum. Despite my unfortunate virginal status, I have given my fair share of blowjobs since I was about 16. Granted, most...okay, all were with bumbling teenagers in back seats, at parties or behind the shed by the football field at school where they stored all the equipment. But I feel like I was pretty good at it, even though none of the cocks I'd ever enjoyed were anything compared to this. This is the pièce de résistance. The real deal. This is a man's cock, not a boys...no, a Dom's cock.

"Payton," Master Remy says and I realize I'd probably been lost in my head for longer than I thought while sitting there holding his cock in my hand.

"Sorry Sir, um..." I struggle with what to say to offer some explanation for my ridiculousness, "it's...beautiful." I nearly slap my forehead as the words slip out, but Master Remy's slow chuckle is enough to ease the tension.

Before it can get awkward again, I lean up on my knees until I'm hovering over his lap. I draw my hand up and down his length getting a feel for the weight of him, I can feel him pulse in my palm as he takes in a fast breath. A bead of precum forms and I immediately lean down and dab at it with the tip of my tongue. Master Remy seems to be almost holding his breath, maybe in anticipation and he lets out a small huff as my tongue dips into the slit of his cock. I don't dare come across to this big bad Dom as a tease so once I taste the sweetness, I quickly lave my tongue over and around the top of his cock, wetting it to make it easier to take into my mouth.

Running my hand up and down the shaft again, I open my jaw wide and take in as much of him as I can, tightening my lips around his girth. He lets out the breath he was holding with an accompanying moan. Sucking my mouth tightly around him and using my hand to pump the half I can't fit in, I bob my head slowly up and down his solid shaft. "Nice Payton," he groans appreciatively, "c'est bon." Master Remy places a hand firmly on my head, yet doesn't exert any force, he lets me set the pace and depth which I'm grateful for. I will work my way to taking more of him, but I don't want to risk gagging by trying too quickly or it will get more easily triggered.

I hum my own appreciation at his amazing cock. It really is a masterpiece and the sheer power it exudes is making my temporarily forgotten erection tingle back to life. "Yeah, do that again baby fox." I'm not so sure about this fox fixation, but I readily oblige running my tongue down the back of his shaft and humming deeply once I close down on him.

I want to reach my free hand down to cup myself and relieve some of the pressure, but I don't have permission and again, I have my training to live up to. Instead, I let my free hand reach under and cup Master Remy's balls. His sack is heavy and just as impressive as his cock. I moan with my lips around him getting pleasure just from the opportunity to taste and touch him.

Sucking on this man's cock I know I will never go near any of the boys I had been with before. Their cocks would pale in comparison in all ways. Pulling my mouth off with a pop, I let my tongue lick down the pulsing vein on the underside of his shaft and then suck his balls into my mouth one at a time.

"Fuck," he growls while rubbing my head, and lets out a shaky breath, I know I'm doing a good job and I grin, my mouth full of Master Remy's balls.

Working my way back up to his shaft I intensify my sucking and bob my head at a faster pace. More swear words emanate from his mouth and pretty soon two hands hold my head firmly on each side. Taking deep, steady breaths I experiment with taking more and more cock into my mouth as he increases his pressure on my head just slightly. I can tell he's holding back and I appreciate it. I've seen Doms basically fuck their sub's face, which sometimes looks hot from afar, I just don't know if I want to be the one on the receiving end, not just yet at least.

I can tell he's getting close by the tightening of his balls and the increased swelling of his cock. His thighs that I'm leaning on, are tense so I squeeze my lips even harder, suck even stronger and bring my gaze up to his face. I want to see how this beautiful man looks as he cums down my throat. I'm brimming over with the need. His dark eyes are fixed on mine, his mouth in a tense, straight line, jaw clamped. I swirl my tongue on the underside of the head of his penis and then give another hard suck and the deepest bob of my head yet.

His mouth opens and he lets out a loud sound which I can't even describe and suddenly I feel his shaft pulsing and his cum is sliding down my throat. Oh my god, his face looks glorious as his eyes don't leave me and for a split second he looks so vulnerable and I find that the sexiest of all. I feel my balls quiver, but I tighten all of my groin muscles and will myself not to cum in my pants over this. That would just be so amateur, not to mention incredibly embarrassing.

When the pulsing has stopped and I've swallowed every bit of his cum, I lick his shaft clean. I will be the perfect sub. I am the perfect sub. Slowly he starts to soften and soon he is pulling me up onto the empty couch next to him. I haven't had a chance to tuck him into his pants, but I stop worrying about it when he leans me back on the couch and is hovering over me. I look up and his eyes are heated and serious. God, I hope he liked that and the serious look isn't anger or annoyance. Before I have a chance to really think about it, his lips are on mine in a deep kiss.

"C'était merveilleux," he says when our lips break apart, "C'était parfait petit ange." (It was wonderful, It was perfect little angel) I'm not sure. Should I say Thank you or You're Welcome...but I end up saying nothing as he moves his lips to my neck and starts nibbling and kissing on the sensitive skin there. It makes me squirm and moan because my neck is super sensitive and my breathing gets deeper too. He slowly moves down, over my collarbone and chest. Tasting me, giving me little bites or placing small kisses. It's more intimate than anything I've ever experienced.

I practically shout when I feel him bite down on my right nipple and I try to stifle a whimper, but one of my biggest secrets is how sensitive my nipples are. A red-haired girl I knew in High School said it was a redhead thing. She was the one who brought it up, she asked me if my nipples were super sensitive and I admitted they are and she said she was just wondering because hers were too and every redhead she'd ever asked said the same thing, so she concluded it was a redhead thing.

My body squirms as he moves to my other nipple and does the same thing only longer and I'm about to either freak out or pull him off me when he finally stops and moves down my body, over my stomach and lower.

Oh my god.

I feel his hands unbuttoning my pants and I don't know what to do. I mean...he doesn't have to reciprocate, that's not why I did it. I was being a sub, I was servicing my Master...even though he's not my Master...Oh Payton, stop all the freaking inner dialogue!

"Sir, you...don't have to..."

Before I can finish he puts a hand up and over my mouth as if to shut me up. He leaves it there for a moment as he licks the skin just above my pants and pulls some of the skin between his teeth. I'm sure I'll have red marks all over later, but I don't care. I'll wear them with pride.

He releases my mouth and brings his hand back down and finishes opening up my pants. I let out an embarrassingly long moan as he grasps my brimming erection and gives it a languid pull from root to tip. I get squirmy again because I know I won't be able to hold out long and I don't know what he's planning. What if he's going to do some edging thing, I don't think I could take it in the condition I'm in.

"Ahhh!" I almost yell as my cock is enveloped by his warm, wet mouth.

Okay, so I've given some blowjobs in my time, but I've only ever gotten one and it was pretty bad. Like the kid, did not know what he was doing and it was the most uncomfortable and awkward sexual experience I've ever had. Which is why I watched a lot of porn to perfect my own techniques.

But...this...Master Remy knows what he's doing. OH. MY. GAHHD!

"Master Remy, I'm going to...Oh my god, can I...please Sir."

His amazing Hoover vacuum mouth pops off my cock long enough for him to say, "You have permission to cum." He takes me right back in and takes me in so deeply I can feel the back of his throat bouncing off the head of my cock over and over until I finally cry out and he's milking and swallowing every drop that I shoot out.

When he's rung me out to dry I flop back against the couch like a rag doll and mumble something incoherent. I can't even tell you what it was I'm trying to say. Through my half lidded eyes I see him tuck himself back in and then he tucks me back into my pants. His hands are gentle and in my head I am cooing and awing over it. I'm such a dork, I know, but it feels so amazingly good. Now I truly know why I want to be a submissive and its cemented when he sits back and pulls me into his chest and begins to rub large circles into my back. This must be like aftercare, even though we didn't do like a heavy scene, I still feel rung out and he's soothing and caring for me and I freaking LOVE IT!

"Thank you Payton," he whispers and kisses the top of my head as I'm tucked under his chin. "That was...unexpected and quite delightful." He chuckles at the end, maybe at his choice of words and I let out a conspiratorial laugh.

"Thank you Sir, I feel the same."

"We'll just rest here for a little while and then I'll see you home."

"It's okay, I can get a ride with Tommy...or...maybe I do need a ride," I say, thinking about Tommy with Master Casey.

It feels like maybe a half hour has gone by, we're still in the same position and Master Remy has been rubbing my back or caressing me the whole time and I'm literally a puddle of mush in his arms. A waiter discreetly brought us 2 bottles of water and when we sit up to drink them, Master Remy suggests that maybe we should be on our way.

He hands me my shirt and then walks me to the locker room where I get my jacket and phone. I send a quick text to Tommy just letting him know he doesn't need to give me a ride. I hear his phone ding in the locker we're sharing, but at least he'll get the message later.

Master Remy had asked the girl at the desk to call us a cab and when the bouncer downstairs calls to let her know it arrived we head downstairs. We make small talk on the way to campus. It's kind of weird to be making small talk with the man I just blew and then who blew me, but at the same time it feels perfectly comfortable. Could be that I'm just too tired to be worried or nervous anyway...or high on his juices. Yes, I just thought that, don't judge.

When we arrive at my dorm, Master Remy asks the cab to wait for him and he actually walks me to my room. He thanks me again for a wonderful night and then places the sweetest kiss on my lips.

"Thank you Sir," I say when he stands back up after leaning down for the kiss.

"Good night Payton," he replies, with a genuine smile.

"Night, Sir."

Master Remy gives me a wink, turns and heads back down the hallway and I watch until he's out of sight before closing my door and falling into my bed.

"Oh my god oh my god oh my god!" I sigh to myself.

I get undressed and pretty much fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow, only to be woken up a few hours later when Tommy walks in and shakes me awake. He has a grin so big on his face I think his cheeks might split. He starts talking a mile a minute and my foggy brain can't even follow a thing he's saying.

When I'm more awake I hear every detail of his night and by then we're so wide awake there's no hope of going back to sleep. We have 3 hours until the campus dining hall opens for breakfast so I pull out my laptop and we watch a bunch of episodes of My Little Pony. Don't ask me why, but somehow it came up and we started watching one and it was so cute we watched another and another until the three hours were up and got dressed to go to breakfast.

"Pay, your phone just vibrated." Tommy hands me my phone as I throw a sweatshirt on and brush my hair. "Hurry up though, I'm starved," he adds.

I look at my phone. "It's a message from Lane!"

Paypay baby - I'm sorry I was such a dick last night. I love my Bay-Pay and I want to make things right. I have to spend today with Daddy, but tomorrow I'm taking you to lunch to your favorite restaurant. I'll pick you up at noon so be ready! XXOO Lane

"He wants to take me to lunch tomorrow," I tell Tommy, "he says he's sorry and wants to make it up to me."

My phone vibrates again and there's a second message from Lane.

PS. btw, way to go Pay! A little birdie told me you and Remy...dot dot dot...I want all the dets tomorrow including the size of his baguette!

"Oh my god Lane!" I sigh.

"What's he talking about...what happened after I left Payton?" Tommy asks. "I'm sorry! I can't believe I went on and on about Casey and didn't even ask you about Master Remington! And...what are all the red marks all over your neck and chest?"

"Come on T, let's go to breakfast and I'll tell you all about it."