Chapter 22 Hayes
Hayes
She doesn’t fucking matter? What the actual fuck? I know something happened that caused her to run to Chicago with her best friend, but I didn’t know she felt like this. “Where the fuck did you get the idea that you don’t matter? Did your parents tell you that?”
“No… not exactly… at least, I don’t think so.” She pulls her lower lip between her teeth, before her gaze turns sharp again. “Wait, don’t change the subject. We were talking about you.”
I push off the wall, separating myself from her before I do something I can’t take back. Like kiss her and show her exactly how much she matters. But she came here for a reason and it wasn’t to talk about me.
“I’ll think about it. I’m not convinced you’re right about Raegan. I’m pretty sure she hates me and she always will.”
She makes a loud noise, that’s half chuckle, half scoff. “You’re so dumb. She wouldn’t bother hating you after twenty years if she wasn’t still in love with you.
“Ask her why she never signed the papers… and why she even fucking cares enough to stop you from buying the land behind the club.”
Fuck. I’ve been so caught up in the chaos, I almost forgot about the land contract and how this all got fucked up to begin with. I told Demi about it shortly after she started working here… after we determined we were going to just be friends. I’m surprised she even remembers.
“Okay.” I nod. “I’ll ask her if it’ll make you feel better.”
“It will.”
“Now, it’s your turn.” I cross my arms and stand firm in front of her so she knows I’m not letting her out of this. “I know there’s more you need to talk about. Spill it.”
“You don’t know me.” She cracks the tiniest of sly grins, her inner brat taunting me.
But I don’t bite. Instead, I let the discomfort of my silence stretch slowly between us until she finally cracks, huffing and aggressively stepping back to the couch and plopping her ass onto the leather. “Fine, maybe you know me a little bit.”
She’s really fucking cute when she’s frustrated.
“I’m going to step out of the way and leave you and Raegan to figure things out.”
“What do you mean by stepping out of the way?”
“I mean… I’m moving back to Kansas.”
There’s no fucking way that’s happening. I don’t say the words but I want to.
“I need something before I go, though.”
“Whatever you ne–”
“Please… let me finish. If I don’t keep going, I’ll never say it all, because I’ll chicken out.”
I wave my hand in a gesture signaling her to continue. My heart is beating so hard and fast, I can hear it rushing through my veins, in my ears.
“I would like to request a scene with you. I have a lot of emotions built up that I don’t know how to get rid of any other way.
Emotions surrounding you and Raegan, around life in general.
I need you to push me, so I can let you both go and move on with my life.
You’re the only person I can think of that I trust enough to do this. Since we’re friends.”
“Friends.”
An ache settles in my chest. That word. It feels wrong coming out of my mouth. Like it’s a lie of the highest order. I run my fingers through my hair and inhale a deep breath, filling my lungs and holding it a moment before releasing it hard and fast.
“I know I said I have feelings, Hayes. It’s because of those feelings that I’m willing to let you both go. After this, I’ll be happy knowing you’re both happy together… or at least trying to be.”
In what world does she actually think Raegan and I could be salvageable? Even if we are, it doesn’t mean she has to leave? Does it?
“Why do you have to leave, though?”
“It’s just easier this way. Will you help me?”
I’ve never really said no to her and I’m not sure I can start now. The thought of her leaving me hurts my heart in a severely unexpected way and I’m suddenly aware of what a cruel mistress Karma is. This must be my penance. Tit for tat. I left Raegan and now Demi’s leaving me.
Except she’s not mine to lose.
“I’ll do it.” The words fall from my lips with a quickness I wasn’t prepared for, but the second I’ve said them her face lights up.
“Really?” She jumps back up from her seat and her arms encircling my waist before I know they’re coming. She squeezes tight and I let out a puff of air at the sudden contact. “Oh my god, Hayes. You don’t know what this means to me.”
Yeah, little pixie. Me too.
She’s on her knees, palms against her creamy thighs as I slowly circle her.
“You know your safe word. You can use it at any point and everything stops. No matter what,” I remind her.
I’m a control freak all the time. I thrive on it in my everyday life, but this…
with her on the floor and me hovering above her, taking the control she so eagerly gave.
It takes me to a different place. One where I can turn off the pressures of the world and just be.
The second she got on her knees, that switch in my brain flipped.
I’m so fucking ready for this my body is vibrating.
She damn near begged me to do this with her after she asked me yesterday, but I pushed back and required her to give it another night. I promised her if she slept on and still wanted this today, that we could do it tonight.
She waltzed into my office right after the doors opened and told me she was ready. She came dressed in a thin as fuck lace bralette that does zero to cover her nipples that were already hard, accompanied by a black, pleated skirt that barely covered her ass.
So here we are.
I’m so fucked.
She asked me to tie her up again. Said it made her feel a way she’s never felt and she wants to experience it one more time. I’d prefer she experience it many more times, but I also don’t love the thought of someone else doing it. I’m a walking catch-22.
“I understand, Sir,” she responds, with a sweetness to her tone that goes straight to my cock. Definitely fucked.
We already went over the rules and usual safety talk. Now all that’s left is the good stuff.
“I won’t go easy on you,” I promise her.
“I can take it, Sir.”
We’ll see about that.
We’re in the basement, in the VIP room, but she asked that I let people watch if they want, so the window and door are both open.
I changed into my most comfortable jeans and nothing else.
No shirt, no shoes, no socks. Sure, there are places around the world where you would not want to walk barefoot, but my club is not one of them.
Our cleanliness is one of my most prideful points.
I take the hank of rope and dangle it in front of her face. “Is this what you want?”
She lets out a squeak and nods.
“Words, Babygirl. Use them.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Jesus Christ. Every time she calls me that, my cock grows a little stiffer.
I know from our conversation after she helped me with the class, that the rope took her somewhere she was unfamiliar with.
I suspect it was some type of subspace, which is different for everyone, but for her…
it woke all her nerve endings and gave her a very intense endorphin release, which heightened her orgasm by… well, a lot.
Sliding the rope across her breasts and over her shoulder, it leaves behind a trail of goosebumps and she whimpers. So sensitive.
“Take off your clothes–quickly–and then back in position with hands at your sides,” I order and like a good girl, she complies.
Crouching in front of her, I make quick work of sliding the rope onto her, making the shape of a star on her chest and encasing her beautiful breasts, squeezing them just enough to make them pop out a little more than normal.
I wrap the rope around her waist, then move around her and tie it against the middle of her back before I pull her hands up, restraining them to the knotted rope. Then tie her arms to her sides.
“Do you know how gorgeous you look like this?” I praise, landing a chaste kiss against her collarbone eliciting a quiet whimper. “Just one more thing. Up,” I command, patting her ass and nudging her onto her knees.
Reaching around to her chest, I find the stray pieces of rough rope I left dangling in front of her.
Together, I take them and maneuver them between her legs until I can reach them from where I’m already waiting.
Once I have them again, I quickly pull them taught against her bare cunt and tie it off with the rest of the knot that’s resting at the middle of her back.
She lets out a low moan when the rope makes contact with her clit and I brush my fingers along her extremely soaked entrance. “Look at how wet you are, Little Pixie. Already making a mess of my good rope. What am I going to do about that?”
I’ve never been more happy than I am at this moment about making her take her clothes off before we started. I wasn’t going to add that part of the tie, but fuck it.
I’ll admit, I have no idea what it is that I feel for this girl, but I know I don’t want her to leave. I do know that there are a lot of confusing feelings flying through the air these days and I can’t exactly blame her for wanting to jump ship.
What I also know… is if this is the last time I get to touch her and toy with her, I sure as fuck plan on making it count.
“Hayes–” she whines.
I land a tight slap against her ass. “Now now. Is that the correct way to address me?”
“No, Sir. I’m sorry.” Her hips begin sliding side to side. She’s no doubt squirming to gain friction against the coarse rope. “Please.”
My hands cradle her face as I tilt her head back so I can kiss her forehead before issuing a stern warning. “If you come without permission, it’ll be the last orgasm you have tonight. And then, as punishment, I’ll edge you so hard you forget your name.”
Her head drops forward and she lets out an exaggerated sigh. “Fuck. Yes, Sirrrr.”
“What’s wrong, Babygirl?”
She doesn’t answer, but I can see the goosebumps rising along her skin in the wake of my hand as it slides slowly over every inch of her delicate flesh.
I don’t really need her to answer. I know she already wants to come.
She doesn’t know it, but she’s about to be edged anyway.
It’s one of my favorite things to do. Second probably only to bondage and restraints.
I slide my hand between her legs again and slip my finger between the two pieces of rope lining her dripping center, so I can slide it deeply into her. She gasps at the intrusion and I add a second finger.
Goddamn. Watching her pussy consume my fingers is intoxicating. My cock jerks behind my zipper, begging for his turn, but I’m not ready yet. I’m not done playing with her.