26. Ryker
26
Ryker
I had every intention of staying home tonight, but I couldn’t sit still so I went to work instead. They don’t exactly need me but I can always find something to occupy me. Plus, I need to talk to my best friend.
I’ve just arrived when my phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out to see my girl has sent a text. My girl. That’s new . I made her promise to text or call if she needed anything. I hope nothing’s wrong, but I’m proud of her for reaching out like I told her to.
Unlocking my cell, I open our text chain and my heart immediately pounds faster at the image she’s sent. It’s a neck down picture of her tits in a lacy bra. But it’s not just her gorgeous tits I see, but her pale, sloping neck. Her soft, bare stomach. And her hand. Fuck . Her hand is dipped into her panties.
My dick is already growing in my jeans, when it buzzes again.
Bella: I hope you’re having a good evening, Sir. Thinking of you. ??
I suck in a breath, holding it and I can feel my blood pressure steadily rising. Maybe someone can pinch me, because I can’t believe what I’m seeing. Did she mean to send me this picture? If not, who the fuck did she think she was sending it to?
Me: You better not be doing what it looks like you’re doing in that picture. You know the rules.
Her response comes quickly. What the fuck is happening?
Bella : What are you going to do about it if I am… Daddy?
If I wasn’t rock hard before, her calling me Daddy has my dick trying to fully punch its way through my zipper. Attempting to ignore my raging hard on, a hint of concern starts to grow because this behavior is not consistent with the girl I know, so far. And then it hits me.
Me: Are you drunk?
Bella : Nooooo. I’ve only had one margarita, silly. Well, maybe two. They may have had both vodka and tequila in them, but I swear I’m fiiiiiine. Don’t be such a stick in the mud, mister.
Bella: You didn’t tell me if you liked the picture. I was thinking about you while I fingered my soaking wet pussy.
How is it possible to be half furious and half aroused at the same time? I don’t know whether I want to spank her round ass until she apologizes or fuck her beautiful face until she cries. Shit. The answer is definitely both . But now’s not the time. I need to get my dick under control, because I’m the one that’s fucking in charge .
Me: I loved the picture, sweet girl, but don’t think you’re not in trouble right now. Pack your shit. I’m coming to get you. And put some fucking clothes on.
Bella: I’ll be ready for you, Daddy.
Does she think this is a joke? Because I’m not fucking laughing and she won’t be either when I’m through with her.
I climb the stairs behind the bar to the offices and head to Hayes’ door. It’s cracked, thank god, so I know I won’t be interrupting anything sordid.
“Hey, everything okay? Where’s the fire?” Hayes asks.
“If you don’t have anything going on, I could use your help.”
Ten minutes later, Hayes and I are in my car, headed to Wrinley’s apartment. We pulled her address from the club directory since we know she’s been there as a guest. I swear I need to put a tracker on Arabella’s phone, I think to myself and then promptly dismiss it… because I’m not a fucking stalker.
“You wanna tell me what this is all about, man?” Hayes asks. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so worked up over a chick before.”
Who says chick anymore? “She’s not a chick,” I grit out. “She’s my submissive and I’m concerned, because she’s not acting like herself. I think she’s been drinking. The last two times she was drinking, she ended up in unsafe situations. That girl and alcohol are not a good combo.” I’m not sure who I’m trying to convince, because I don’t think I believe my own bullshit at this point and I’m not sure my best friend does either.
“But she’s at her best friend's place, right? Isn’t that the safest place she could be right now?”
Is he probably right? Yes. Do I give a fuck? Not even a little. “The safest place for her is with me,” I assert, my expression firm, waiting for him to agree with me.
“Whatever you say, my friend,” he grins. “To be clear, I’m not judging your obvious infatuation with her. You used to date her mother. I just worry that this could get messy for you, is all.”
“Nothing will get messy, because nothing is happening between us. It’s purely transactional.” But I can’t stop myself from thinking, what if it wasn’t just transactional. What if it could be more ?
Arabella
He didn’t reply after I sent the last message telling him I’d be ready and then called him Daddy for the second time tonight. It was a risk to goad him like that, when it seems like he’s been on edge lately. If it weren’t for the alcohol flowing through my veins, making me feel free and brave, I know I wouldn’t have said or done any of it.
He said he’s coming to get me and there’s a part of me that hopes it’s true. The other part of me is a tiny bit terrified that I poked the bear and am about to regret my very bold choices. Another bold choice was to change into our pajamas, also known as a t-shirt and panties, in case he really does decide to show up. So here I am–half naked–dancing in Wrinley’s living room to In Da Club by 50 Cent on repeat. It’s a fucking jam and I’ll die on that hunk of a hill.
“Uh oh,” Wrinley pauses and points out the window. “Looks like Daddy’s home. God, this is going to be fucking amazing.”
I ignore her and keep dancing with my eyes closed, because if I stop, I’ll chicken out and give up our little ruse to avoid the punishment that is most likely coming my way. Although, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. My insides are vibrating with need at the thought of all the dirty things I’d like him to do to me.
She must have paused to open the door, because I hear him before I see him. His voice is low and husky. “Arabella,” he yells above the music. “I hope you’re prepared for what comes next, brat. Get dressed and grab your shit. We’re leaving.”
I steele my nerves before turning to face him and when our eyes lock, there’s a heat in his gaze I’ve never seen before. In my peripheral vision, I can see Wrinley making lewd gestures that appear to be suggesting I blow him where he stands, but I shove that visual away and focus my attention back to the stunning man in front of me.
“I’m not ready to go yet,” I tell him in a low voice, but still standing firm.
His eyes roam up and down my body, sending chills through me, and fuck if it doesn’t have me ready to back down, get on my knees and beg his forgiveness already. I want to be good for him, but I’ve also never done anything truly rebellious in my life and it feels invigorating to push him like this, even though I know I’ll regret it.
“Oh trust me when I say your fun is over. Grab your stuff now or I’ll do it for you and carry you out of here over my shoulder.”
We’re clearly at an impasse–a battle of wills to see who’ll budge first as we stand there, his arms crossed and mine at my sides, hands balled into fists. We’re staring at each other, both breathing heavily, waiting like the next move will decide both our fates.
Spoiler alert–I lost.