Chapter 47
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
Seb
I keep looking at the final gift. The one I bought the day I chose Elle’s engagement ring, earrings and forget-me-not pendant.
Ever since she asked – demanded – that I take her virginity this weekend, I’ve not been able to think of anything but.
Every day this week, I’ve snapped open the navy leather jewellery case and stared at the exquisite diamond collar, imagining myself placing it around her slender neck and binding her to me in a way that’s far more permanent than any ring or contract or wedding certificate. A symbol of ownership that makes her mine for good, but that also makes me hers.
I shouldn’t collar her during her first time.
But I fucking want to.
It’s still too soon for that.
But I’ve known her forever, we love each other, so why wait?
Fuck it , I think. I can take it with me and decide in the moment.
The diamonds sparkle under the soft light of my bedside lamp, a glimmering symbol of everything I want to claim. My fingers brush over the velvet-lined case once more, and I imagine her reaction – wide eyes, flushed cheeks, lips parted in surprise. Elle might think she knows what she’s asking for, what she’s ready for, but this? This is another level entirely.
I close the case with a snap, locking away the temptation before it gets the better of me. She asked for this weekend, demanded it with all the fiery conviction that drives me insane. And god help me, I want to give her everything. Every dark, wicked thing she’s craving.
But I need to be sure she’s ready.
I pace the length of the bedroom, the tension coiling in my chest. This week has been torture. Every glance, every brush of her hand, every laugh during our dates, has been a reminder of how much I want her. How much I’m holding back.
Elle’s trust in me is fragile, delicate. I can’t afford to break it.
Still, her words echo in my mind, igniting a visceral response I can’t ignore. I don’t want special. I want you to fucking ruin me, Seb.
Christ. If she knew what those words do to me. Little does she know, I plan to make our first time together memorable and special, while still ruining her.
I exhale sharply, running a hand through my hair. I’ve been patient – more patient than I’ve ever been in my life – but this weekend, I’m done holding back. If she’s ready, then so am I. But she’ll understand exactly what she’s asking for before we take that final step.
A knock on my door pulls me from my thoughts.
“Seb?” Her voice is soft, tentative.
I open the door to find her standing there in one of my shirts, the hem brushing her bare thighs. Her hair is loose, her cheeks flushed, and the sight of her steals the breath from my lungs.
How the hell am I meant to resist her when she’s baiting me like this?
“Elle.” My voice comes out rough, my control slipping just from the sight of her.
Her eyes dart to the jewelry case on the bedside table, curiosity flickering across her face. “What’s that?”
I step aside, letting her into the room, but I don’t answer right away. Instead, I watch her as she moves closer to the bed, her fingers brushing over the leather case.
“It’s for you,” I admit, my voice low. “But not yet.”
She glances at me, her brows furrowing. “Not yet?”
I take a step closer, closing the space between us. “Not yet.” My hand cups her chin, tilting her face up to mine. “Maybe once you’re fully mine you’ll be ready for what’s inside that box. It’s not something to take lightly.”
Her lips part, but she doesn’t pull away. “I’m ready.”
I nod, my thumb brushing over her cheek. It’s not her words that are my undoing, but the look of total sincerity and trust in her eyes that does it. I capture her lips in a kiss that’s both a promise and a warning, pouring every ounce of restraint and desire into it. Her hands grip my shirt, pulling me closer, and I have to galvanize my self control not to throw her on the bed and say to hell with my plans for this weekend. Tonight. Only a few more hours and then Elle will finally be mine. For good.
When I finally pull back, my forehead rests against hers, both of us breathing hard. “Tonight, Elle,” I murmur. “If you still want me to ruin you, you’d better be ready for everything that comes with it.”
She nods, her eyes bright with determination. “I’m ready.”
We’ll see.
I pull out my phone and send the message to the driver, ensuring the limo is prepped to collect Elle on the hour exactly. She deserves the full experience tonight – the indulgence, the anticipation, the thrill of stepping into the club like the goddess she is. My fingers hover over the screen before I close the app, imagining her reaction when the car pulls up outside our place, the invitation in her hand, her nerves a delicate counterpoint to her undeniable curiosity.
I gave her the invitation as I was leaving earlier, sliding it into her palm with a soft kiss to her knuckles. She’d looked up at me with those wide, questioning eyes, and for a moment, I wanted to cancel every plan and keep her locked away in my bed. But tonight isn’t just about satisfying her curiosity. It’s about showing her everything she’s asked for and more.
The limo is only part of the evening. The rest…well, that’s where the fine-tuned precision of ‘For Me’ comes in. And Candy.
I stride into the club’s private lounge, where Candy and two of her men – Wint and Dash – are waiting. They rise when I enter, each exuding the kind of quiet authority that makes them invaluable. Candy, all sharp edges wrapped in silk, tilts her head, her red lips curling into a knowing smile.
“She’s coming tonight, then?” she asks, skipping pleasantries entirely.
“She is,” I confirm, keeping my tone measured despite the restless energy thrumming through me. “I want everything perfect.”
Candy leans back against the edge of the table, crossing her legs with practiced grace. “You don’t need me to tell you we’re ready. But it’s rare to see you like this, Seb.” Her gaze narrows, perceptive as ever. “Nervous, even.”
I scoff, though the sound lacks conviction. “I’m not nervous.”
Dash, ever the stoic, raises an eyebrow but says nothing. Wint smirks, clearly amused, but wisely keeps his mouth shut.
“Let’s go through it again,” I say, redirecting the conversation. “I want the space exactly as we discussed. Low lights, champagne waiting. No interruptions unless I call for them.”
Candy’s smile sharpens. “We’ve handled more elaborate requests than this. You know that. But for you? We’ll make it flawless. She won’t forget tonight. Neither will you.”
The weight of her words settles over me, both a reassurance and a reminder of the gravity of this moment. Elle and I have been moving toward this for years, even if she didn’t realise it.
“And the scene?” I ask, my voice dropping.
Candy exchanges a glance with Dash, then nods. “Set and ready. Subtle enough to ease her in, but enough to let her feel the energy of the space.” She pauses, studying me. “You’re sure she’s ready?”
My jaw tightens. “She says she is. But I’ll make sure before we go any further.”
Candy steps closer, her expression softening in a rare display of sincerity. “You’re a good man, Seb. Despite all the posturing and drama, you care about her. That’s what matters.”
I meet her gaze, unflinching. “She’s everything.”
Candy smiles again, a little softer this time, before turning to her men. “You heard him. Let’s double-check everything.”
As they leave to finalise preparations, I linger in the lounge for a moment, staring at the space that will soon hold my future. I can feel the weight of the collar in my inside jacket pocket, a symbol of the commitment I’m about to make. Tonight isn’t just about taking Elle’s virginity. It’s about showing her that she’s mine in every way that counts.
And when she walks into this club, dressed in whatever sinful creation she’s chosen, I’ll make damn sure she knows exactly what that means.
The quiet hum of activity in the club surrounds me as I leave the lounge, making my way through the corridors that lead to the private suites. The air here feels different – charged, purposeful. ‘For Me’ isn’t just a typical sex club; it’s a sanctuary, a stage for desires most people are too afraid to even whisper aloud.
And tonight, Elle will step into my world.
I stop at the threshold of the suite I’ve reserved for us, a space I curated with the same precision I approach everything else in my life. The low lighting casts warm shadows over the sleek furniture, the deep, inviting tones of the decor, creating a cocoon of intimacy. A table holds the champagne I requested, the crystal flutes glinting under the soft glow of the chandelier. The collar stays in my pocket, heavy and deliberate, a reminder of the decisions I’ll make tonight.
For now, all I can do is wait.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I pull it out to see a message from the driver.
En route. She’s breathtaking.
A sharp inhale escapes me as I picture her. Of course, she is. Elle has a way of looking effortlessly stunning, her beauty never needing adornments or embellishments. But tonight…tonight, I know she’s chosen something for me. A deliberate statement.
As the minutes tick by, the anticipation coils tighter in my chest. I don’t sit. Instead, I pace the room, my thoughts racing. I don’t get nervous – not in business deals, not in boardrooms, and certainly not in moments like this. But this isn’t just another night. Elle isn’t just another woman.
A soft knock at the door pulls me from my thoughts.
I cross the room in three strides and open it to find Candy standing there, her expression calm but purposeful. “She’s here,” she says simply.
The words hit me like a physical force, my pulse kicking up a notch.
“Where?” I ask, already stepping into the hallway.
Candy’s smile is faint but knowing. “She’s taking it all in. Wint is escorting her to the main floor.”
I nod, following her as she leads me back toward the main club. The sound of low music filters through the hallways, the murmur of conversation and the occasional laughter creating an undercurrent of energy that matches my own.
As we approach the balcony overlooking the main floor, I stop, my breath catching as I spot her.
Elle stands near the bar, her back to me, but I’d know her anywhere. The dress she’s chosen hugs her curves in all the right places, the deep emerald green making her glow. Her hair cascades down her back in soft waves, and even from a distance, I can see the slight nervous tension in the way she holds herself.
Wint stands beside her, his presence protective but unobtrusive, just as I instructed. Elle’s hand brushes against the invitation she holds, her fingers tracing the embossed edges as if it’s grounding her.
I take a moment to let the sight of her anchor me, to imprint this image in my mind. She’s here. She’s ready.
Candy leans in slightly. “She’s perfect for this, you know. For you.”
I don’t respond, my focus entirely on Elle as she turns slightly, her eyes scanning the room. When her gaze finally lifts to the balcony, locking onto mine, the world seems to stop.
Her lips part in a soft gasp, her eyes widening just enough to tell me she feels it too – that pull, that inevitability.
I start down the stairs, my steps slow and deliberate, never breaking eye contact. By the time I reach her, the noise around us fades, leaving only the pounding of my heart and the steady, magnetic force drawing us together.
“Elle,” I say, my voice low and intimate.
“Seb.” Her voice trembles just slightly, the sound of it sending a surge of satisfaction through me.
I extend my hand, palm up, and she places hers in mine without hesitation. The delicate warmth of her touch steadies me, grounds me.
“Are you ready?” I ask, my thumb brushing over her knuckles.
She nods, her eyes burning with a mix of nerves and trust. “Yes.”
“Good.” I tuck her hand into the crook of my arm, guiding her toward the private suite, where the rest of the night – our night – awaits.