Chapter 6
daddy green eyes
Nia
I don’t believe I’ve ever been this desperate for release in my life. Desmond and this toy between my legs have somehow cured my anxiety because I don’t give a damn that there are spectators watching me edge. I am determined to do whatever it takes to earn that orgasm.
I can do this.
His praise pours into me, filling gaps I never knew existed as I fight off every urge to disobey his commands.
My nails dig into my palm as the vibrations increase and heighten my senses.
Need builds in my core and I bite back my whimpers, breathing deeper as I focus on him.
He abruptly halts the toy, listening for my cries before he resumes his sweet torture.
Imagine no one else is here. Just him.
My hips buck into the air as I chase my every desire, anxious for him to grant me relief.
“What do you all think? Should I let Nia come? Or do you think she can hold out a bit more?” he asks the crowd.
This man is absolutely diabolical. My God.
I need to come so badly, but I want him to give me permission. I need his permission.
“Please. Please, Sir. I need to—”
“What do you need? Does my good girl need to come? Is that what you’re asking?” he taunts, a devious grin appearing on his face as he studies me.
“Yes. Yes, Please.” I sob, sinking my head back into the X-Cross. “Please can I come, Sir?”
“What do you say, class? Do we think Nia deserves to come? Or do you think she can hold out a bit longer?”
Hold it. Wait for his word.
Voices clamor amongst the crowd in favor of letting me come, and in that moment, I am thankful I’ve been kind to my peers, but it isn’t up to them. This is Desmond’s choice and he seems to be having a good time dragging this out.
He exhales a deep sigh. “I agree. I think Miss Nia has behaved so well. Actually, I’m proud of her restraint as a first-timer.
Hmm.” He hums, turning to face me. “You can come for me, Nia. Come for everyone in this room. You’ve done everything I told you to do and looked so pretty doing it. Let go for me. You can do it.”
Fuck.
I’m swept into the undertow as release shudders through every inch of my body.
I succumb to the eager and callous hands of Desmond Maxwell, who I’m certain is a demon on Earth that I’d follow into Hell if he promised pleasure like this for the rest of my days.
I haven’t even been touched by him and he has managed to ruin me for everyone else.
What have I done?
He approaches me, gradually decreasing the vibrations until they cease. I catch my breath as he stands before me with a robe over his shoulder and an obvious erection bulging behind his slacks. Madame X takes over for questions and he mutes his mic to speak.
“Keep breathing for me. You were amazing. Are you sore at all?”
I shake my head. “Not in a way I don’t like,” I admit, eyeing him as he kneels at my feet.
“Good.” He sighs. “I’m going to release these cuffs, starting at your feet. They may sting a little, but I’ve got you, okay?”
“Okay.” I breathe, shutting my eyes as he takes his time freeing my limbs and talking me through each cuff removal.
He rises to release my wrists one at a time, ending with our faces inches apart. Those green eyes peer into my soul, taking what’s left of me with him as I ponder over what to say. He says nothing as he gently covers me with the terry cloth robe.
“Forgive me if this sounds strange, but you are welcome to hug me or hold onto me as long as you need to. I’d like to ease you through the sub drop, so if you feel comfortable, hold onto me, if not, that’s—”
I cut him off, wrapping my arms around his hard body, inhaling his scent as I melt into him. He sighs contentedly as he envelops me, pressing soft kisses to the top of my head.
“Beautiful. So fucking beautiful,” he whispers to himself.
Our bubble breaks when Madame’s voice cuts through the silence. I open my eyes to find an empty theater. Class dismissed and I was so wrapped up in him that I didn’t even notice.
“We were a dream team today!” Her heels clack against the stage as she closes the distance. “The nearest decompression room is empty if you need it.” She hands me a tiny water bottle. “Here. I’ll stay back if you’d like me to,” she offers, eyeing me curiously.
“Thank you. I think I’ll be okay after some time in the decompression room.”
He nods. “I’ll get her all settled in.”
“I agree. Well, it’s always a pleasure to see you in class, Nia. Wonderful work today,” she praises.
“Thank you,” I say before taking a much-needed swallow of water.
“You’re in good hands with Desmond. He’s just as knowledgeable as I am. I hope to see you again next week,” she adds, her voice echoing as she exits the stage.
“Are you good to walk or do you need to be carried? I don’t mind either way.”
“My legs are still shaking, so I’ll take you up on that,” I admit, screwing the cap back on the bottle and clutching it in my hands.
“Like I said, I don’t mind at all,” he reminds, picking me up where I stand. I wrap my legs around his waist as he exits the stage.
I believe it. I am in good hands with Desmond.
He carefully shifts me to his side as he scans his keycard for the door to the decompression room. The lights are dim and the immediate calm these rooms provide add to my calm state. He eases me onto a sofa before he opens a nearby cabinet, handing me cold packs for my wrists and ankles.
“Thank you.” I sigh as the cold plastic meets my skin.
There’s extra towels and blankets in here. You know where we keep the water and the restroom is in that door to your right,” he informs, pointing toward it. “Whatever you need to get cozy. I’ll give you some privacy and wait outside.”
“No. I mean—I’d like for you to stay with me, if you can. You’re probably busy though.”
“Nah, I can—I can do that. Sure,” he says, shaking his head as he joins me on the sofa, handing me my water bottle in silent encouragement to drink.
“Thanks.” I swallow the remaining liquid and relish in the shared silence.
“I have to ask you something. Your choker. Where did you get that?” he asks, pointing to my neck.
“This? The gift shop.”
He squints, tilting his head to the side. “You know what that is, right?”
“A necklace. What else would it be?” I ask, confused by his question.
His brows raise as he studies me. “Oh, you really don’t know. You’re wearing a collar, sweetheart. You sure you don’t ‘belong’ to somebody?”
What?
I stutter, unsure of how to react. “I-I thought it was cute. You’re joking, right?”
I am mortified. I’ve been wearing a collar to work?
“No, I’m not. That’s a collar. See?” He leans forward, gently tugging the long end until it wraps around my neck…just like a leash.
Oh my God. Kill me now.
“By wearing this, you’re letting everyone know that you’re somebody’s good girl,” he teases. “Are you fucking with me or did you really think it was a pretty necklace?”
“I had no idea,” I whine, covering my face with my hands.
He chuckles. “You’re so cute. It’s okay. I’d say your secret is safe with me, but it’s not because you have been wearing that out in public for God knows how long.”
“Two weeks.” I huff, my voice muffled in my hands.
He breaks out into a fit of laughter that is so infectious that I can’t help but to join him.
“I feel ridiculous,” I sigh, shaking my head.
“Don’t. Everyone has learned this shit in their own way.
This is how you learned about collars. Now you know they don’t always look like they belong on a puppy,” he says with a cackle.
“I’m no one to be embarrassed around. This company has been in my family for generations.
I’ve seen some ridiculous things and this is far from that. ”
I lower my hands and glance up at him. “Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it. The collar looks very nice on you, by the way. Thought you should know that.”
“I appreciate it. I should probably get going. You got a business to run,” I say, glancing around the room. “I just remembered I left my notepad and good pens in the theater.”
“No worries. I’ll get it for you and walk you out?”
“I’d love that.”
“Great. I’ll be right back. You can keep the robe,” he adds with a warm smile before he exits the room.
I am so glad I raised my fucking hand.