Chapter 45
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
HEATHER
“By the end of tonight, you’re going to wish you had kept your mouth shut.”
Hector sat in the driver s seat next to me, his hand gripping the steering wheel and his teeth gritted. He hadn t said a word to me since he had picked me up from my apartment, and now he was threatening me with a good time.
“I doubt it,” I hummed.
After clicking his tongue, he pulled into his reserved parking spot in the parking garage underneath Radiant. The bright overhead light illuminated his white knuckles, and I couldn’t stop myself from giggling. All this just because I’d said he was a casual fling.
Which we both knew wasn t true.
“Are you seriously angry over this afternoon?” I asked, rolling my eyes for added effect.
Once he shut off the car, he blew out a long breath and turned his head toward me, his fury disappeared and replaced with … contentment. I furrowed my brows, hating that he was suddenly okay now. I mean, wasn’t he just pissed?!
“No.” He smiled. “I’m not.”
I flared my nostrils because this was not how it was supposed to work. “But?—”
He exited the car. “Come with me.”
“No.” I crossed my arms and stared at him through my window. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong, Heather. Follow me.”
Because he wasn t giving me the reaction that I so desperately wanted, I narrowed my eyes and refused to move from my spot. I wanted him angry, possessive, and jealous over my words this morning. So much so that he drilled that punishment into me nice and hard.
“I’m not coming.”
A moment passed, and Hector nodded. “Fine.”
When he turned away and began walking to the entrance of Radiant, I leaped out of the car and ran after him. Fine?! That s all you have to say! I literally told my dad that we were just casual and that you were just some boy, and you -
Before we could make it to the entrance, he had me pressed up against the building, his hard cock on my stomach and his breath on my ear. “We both know that you’re just trying to be a brat. So, drop the little act before I make you cry tonight.”
Warmth gathered between my thighs. “You won’t.”
Mmm, he murmured, moving his lips closer to mine. His warm breath fanned my lips, and he was millimeters away from crashing his lips onto mine and kissing me with everything he had. Is that so?
“Yep.”
His lips curled into a devilish smirk, and he took my hand and led me into the club. My breath hitched, a shiver of anticipation rushing through my body. His grip on me was tight; his annoyance at my disobedience was back.
I don t think you re going to have any harsh punishment for me, I hummed. It s going to be the same old, same old with you tying me up and trying to make me beg for you. And I always just give in because I feel so, so bad for you.
As soon as we stepped foot into Radiant, Hector released my hand. Instead of heading straight up to his private glass room, he walked to the bar area, where people could chat and watch others get themselves off.
I followed after him quickly because I didn’t want to be left alone here and slipped between him and a barstool.
He leaned across the bar to order us two drinks, then looked down at me. “You hate my punishments that much, yet you follow me around like a puppy dog.”
“I do not.”
You know what your punishment is going to be tonight, brat ?” he asked, unbuttoning my shirt in the middle of the bar. I grasped his hands to get him to stop, but he continued popping off the buttons, leaving me in my bra and skirt. “Why don’t you take a guess?”
“Hector,” I whispered, cheeks warming as people started to look over at us.
“What? The brat can’t take it?” he hummed, reaching behind me to unzip my skirt.
It fell to my ankles, and I held my hand over my thong. “I-I can!”
The bartender slid two glasses across the counter, and I went to grab one. I needed to down something if Hector was going to make me walk around, practically naked, at a goddamn sex club!
This isn t for you. Before I sipped the drink, Hector grabbed it from me. Follow me. He started walking away and smirked back at me. Or you can continue to be a brat and stand there, half naked. Choice is yours, Heather.
When he was halfway across the bar, I followed after him to a couple on a black leather couch. The woman was sitting on, what looked to be, her husband’s lap, smiling at Hector, then looking back at me trailing behind him.
“Is this your submissive?” she asked.
Yes, this is Heather, Hector said. Heather, this is Russ and Maya.
“Hi,” I squeaked, suddenly so self-conscious.
Hector handed Russ one of the glasses, then took a sip of his own. “Heather has decided that she wants to be a brat for me tonight, so she’s come over here to ask you what her punishment should be.”
My mouth dropped open, and I shook my head. “I … we …”
Russ took a sip. Did she break any rules?
Hector leaned against the armrest and looked at me, awaiting a response. “Did you?”
I opened and closed my mouth a handful of times, growing embarrassed and insecure. “Yes,” I whispered.
“Which rule?”
“Following his directions.”
“His?” Maya asked. “Who’s his?”
I mean My mouth was dry, and I looked to Hector for guidance, but he didn t say anything. Oh my God, I hated this! I rubbed my sweaty palms together. “I … didn’t follow Master’s directions.”
“And it seems she doesn’t know—or willingly refuses to use—honorifics,” Russ noted.
My cheeks burned hotter, and I peered at Hector. “Wh-what should my punishment be?”
You re not asking me, Hector said. You re asking Russ. Look at him when you speak.
I looked at Russ, my entire body feeling like it was on fire, and I swallowed hard. “Wh-what should my punishment be for disobeying Master?” I whispered, the words so foreign and awkward on my tongue.
Maya giggled softly. “It depends on how much you’re willing to make amends.” She leaned closer to me and smiled. “How much do you want to please your Master, Heather?”