Chapter 19
CHAPTER NINETEEN
HECTOR
After dressing the bed in a new set of sheets, I smoothed out the comforter and then leaned back, imagining Heather sprawled out on this bed tonight, her body glistening in sweat and cum.
I walked over to the dresser and pulled open the drawer of my favorite rope.
Plaything Co. Bondage Rope.
Like all the other toys she had given me, Michelle had donated nearly twenty samples of rope to me when she was choosing which one to add to her online sex shop. I pulled the smooth black rope out and let one strand fall to the ground. This one was sturdy, reliable, and easy on the skin.
My phone lit up on the stand, and I glanced down at the messages.
Heather: Hmm …
A smile twitched on my lips. I had been impatiently waiting for tonight since yesterday, when I had given her strict orders not to touch herself. And while I was the Dom and I gave the orders, I had given myself the same punishment.
No coming. No jerking off.
Not until she learned.
It was a way to reward us both-her for listening and me for teaching her well.
Heather: What are the punishments again?
Hector: Don’t test me, Heather.
Because I liked it too much. Especially from her.
Heather: I promise I don’t need any punishment.
After drawing my tongue across my teeth, I shook my head and placed the phone down on the dresser. I laid the rope on the bed and grabbed the saddle from the closet, setting it in the center of the mattress.
Oh, Heather, Heather, Heather …
She knew exactly what she was doing to me, and I fucking loved it.
I found myself thinking about her more than I should ve throughout the day, and I feared that, one day, this would all be over because it couldn t last forever with her father being my business partner and best friend.
And when this was over, I’d be ruined for anyone else.
I wouldn’t find anyone like Heather ever again.
Once I grabbed a bottle of water and some snacks from the other room, I set them on a side table, dimmed the lights, and headed out to the front to wait for her. Only a few more minutes, and I d finally get to tie her down and pleasure her the way I d always wanted.
Since Heather wasn’t here yet— she’d better show up —I spotted Michelle and Steven sitting on a maroon couch by the bar. I stuffed one hand in my pocket and walked toward them while scanning the bar for Heather.
When I reached them, Michelle looked up at me. Where have you -
“No more fucking dildos in my office,” I growled at her.
Michelle snickered. “Did Heather find it and think you like being pegged?”
I gritted my teeth and glared at her. “Don’t bring them anymore.”
“Well, who is going to test my products?” she asked.
If you have rope you want me to test, fine. Saddles, fine. But if you bring in a fucking dildo to my office ever again, I m going to throw it out the window, and you ll be responsible if it hits anyone on the way down.
“Wooooow,” Michelle said. “Don’t even want to support your sister’s small biz.”
I looked over at Steven. “How do you deal with this?”
Steven chuckled. “Patience.”
After gritting my teeth, I turned my glare on my sister. Well, I have none for you.
“Makes sense,” Michelle said, tilting her head the way she did right before she was about to try therapy on me that she’d learned in college twenty fucking years ago. “You crave control, but now, you have a sub who hates giving it to you. Your patience is thinning with me, so you can provide?—”
I need a fucking drink. I grabbed one from the passing waiter and sat beside Steven. From here on out, I m going to tune her out whenever she gets into the therapy talk because I can t deal with her diagnosing me.
Because she was spot-on every single fucking time.
And I hated it.
“Ah, the therapy talk.” Steven chuckled. “I got that last month.”
Well, if either of you actually went to a therapist, I wouldn t have to put my expertise to the test. She sat on the edge of the couch and crossed her legs. You know, talking to someone could be really healthy for both of you, could help clear your minds.
“I clear my mind by?—”
“Fucking your sub?” Michelle smirked. “Isn’t that her, standing by the bar and talking to?—”
Before she could even finish her sentence, I twisted my head to see Heather standing at the bar with a teal-colored drink in her hand and Jameson Hart next to her flirting. I gritted my teeth and stormed over to her.
“Heather,” I growled to myself. “If this is her way of teasing me …”
“Do you know where Hector is?” she asked Jameson.
Jameson’s gaze lifted to mine, and he cleared his throat and nodded past her.
I curled my arm around Heather s waist and drew her toward me. Jameson.
“Hector, we were just?—”
“She’s mine,” I said, cutting him off because Jameson loved to flirt with anyone.
But I wasn’t letting anyone else have Heather.
“I was just asking him where you were …” Heather trailed off.
Not wanting any ogling eyes on us, I twirled Heather around and headed for the glass rooms so nobody would see us together-or see how possessive I was over her. For fuck s sake, her father now came here after I idiotically mentioned it to him a few months back. And now, I had to ensure that he didn t see me with his daughter.
Heather widened her eyes and pushed her thighs together. “What was that?”
“That was me not liking the way he was looking at you.”
She smirked. “You’re acting jealous.”
After opening the door to my room for the night, I followed her inside and shut the door. You re right. I m jealous because I don t want any other man to even think about you the way that I do. I stalked closer to her. You re all mine.