Chapter 6
six
Christian.
I was supposed to be inside Erogenous at this very moment but the call from Werner had me running behind. I sat in my car staring at the building feeling fucking annoyed that this was the last place I wanted to be tonight.
“What’s the plan?”
Find a way to get Scotlyn in my bed and she can have the got damn property. That was my plan, but I couldn’t say that to my attorney so I settled for…
“I’m going to wait her out.”
“Do you want me to apply pressure with?—”
“No.”
My reply came out in an angry growl. His response was typical but it didn’t sit right with me. It honestly pissed me the fuck off even though I was well aware of what he meant by apply pressure but that shit struck a nerve.
Werner cleared his throat. “Oh, well just let me know how you need me to move forward and…”
“If I need you. I will let you know.”
I ended the call and laughed shaking my head. Scotlyn had me acting out of character.
After a drink with the most beautiful and intriguing woman I had met in years, I wanted more of her time. Shit, if I was being honest, I wanted all of her time and that had me in a complicated space.
I was a man of my word but after meeting Scotlyn I was willing to bail on a promise I made to Giselle to meet the sub she wanted me to take on as a temporary contract just to have dinner with Scotlyn.
I would have but when she shut that down because she had other plans, I decided to be a good friend.
Plus I needed a reset and Erogenous always did that for me.
I climbed out of my car, used the private entrance at the back of the club and entered the suite scheduled for me but the longer I sat waiting for the woman to arrive, the more fucking irritated I became knowing she wouldn’t be the person who currently had my mind locked with thoughts of her.
I was ready to get this over with so when the door finally opened I was already mentally planning how to make this work in my favor.
I wasn’t that selfish and refused to cheat her experience, plus I needed a release so she would leave thoroughly satisfied.
It wasn’t her fault that she wasn’t who I wanted to spend my night with but imagine how surprised I was when my sub entered the suite and I got exactly what I wanted.
Scotlyn Fucking Whitney.
She was my potential thirty-day contract. I never believed the world could be so damn small until this very moment.
Oh Angel, you have no idea what you have gotten yourself into.
The material covering her luscious body was white and this woman being my savior…my angel was the first thing that came to mind…new beginnings. This fucking woman would be just what I needed.
Most women would have selected black, thinking it would be more sensual. Hell, any other color but white, and somehow the way it looked against Scotlyn's skin was so damn sexy I wouldn't be the same after this experience.
I immediately considered that the only thing better would be this woman in white standing next to me in front of everyone I loved and respected, accepting her place in my life by taking my last name.
The thought was crazy as hell but my mind wrapped around it.
She probably hadn't realized I was there.
My chair sat in the darkest corner of the room, intentionally, and her current focus was on the Saint Andrew's cross on the far wall.
When she bypassed the bench and walked over to it, brushing her fingers over the wood structure, I smirked and felt my dick swelling.
I remained still, watching as she wrapped her arms around herself and inhaled a deep breath then moved across the room, examining everything else. Seconds before she turned in my direction, I spoke to acknowledge that she wasn't alone.
"Stop right there." I kept my voice low but firm.
She froze and swung her head toward the corner where I was sitting but she couldn't see me.
"I'm Scot?—"
"I know exactly who you are, Angel. Turn around and face the door."
I delivered the demand calmly but made sure she understood it wasn't a request. When she complied, all the blood in my body rushed to my dick. To see a woman like Scotlyn submit was a feeling I couldn't describe. Her shoulders tensed as she turned her back to me.
My hand moved over my jaw before I lifted from the chair and crossed the room, picking up a blindfold from the table near the door. Her fingers flexed and then curled into her palms while her shoulders lifted and dropped with each breath she inhaled and released.
"I'm going to blindfold you."
"Why?" It came out so fast I didn't think she realized she said it until I shifted behind her.
"Why…" I stated lowly leaving it open ended. She had been informed of the proper way to address me. I wanted to know if she would comply. Brats weren’t my thing but I didn’t have a problem with Scotlyn challenging me so that I could make this more interesting for both of us.
I swear every muscle in her body locked tightly but she corrected herself. "Why, Sir ?"
Good girl…
"Do you want to leave?"
She exhaled slowly. "No."
"Then I'm going to blindfold you." I was close enough that she could feel my presence but didn't touch her right away.
"Tell me the colors?"
"Green to continue, yellow to slow down, red to stop, Sir.
" Her voice was more steady than I had expected, but from my brief interaction with Scotlyn, I would expect her not to be the type of woman who shied away from a challenge or showed weakness.
She was used to dealing with men and their egos, which meant she had to establish one of her own to survive their arrogance.
"Good girl."
I lifted the silk blindfold. "Bow your head."
She did as asked and I placed it over her eyes, securing it in place at the nape of her neck, allowing my fingers to graze her skin like I wanted to do earlier today. The material was thick enough to block her sight but would still be comfortable.
"How does that feel? Too tight?"
"No. It's...fine."
I dropped a hand to her hip and gripped it firmly. "From now on, you will address me as Sir. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good girl." I moved close enough that my body touched hers then leaned toward her ear when I added, "Everything that happens in this room happens because I allow it and you consent. Your colors are your consent and will control how I navigate our time here. Do not hesitate to use them if needed."
"Yes, Sir."
The sound of Scotlyn calling me Sir was damn sure more enticing than when any other woman used it before. That should have been a red fucking flag, and maybe it was, but ignorance was bliss.
"Let's get started."
I placed a hand at the curve of her waist and guided her further into the room.
"Giselle went over all the rules, correct?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Those are club rules, which I will always adhere to. Now I will give you mine. The first and most important to me is honesty. If something feels wrong to you, physically or emotionally, you will tell me right away. Do not hesitate or try to push yourself beyond what feels safe, understood?"
She nodded and I tightened my hold on her hip, letting my fingers dig into her softness. "Always use your words."
Scotlyn straightened her posture. "I understand, Sir."
We stopped in the center of the room. My body met hers again and I spoke close to her ear. "I'm going to undress you."
She tensed and the rhythm of her breathing picked up.
The dress she wore was simple, white and stopping mid-thigh.
It was fitted, sleeveless and extended up her neck just a little, but as simple as it was, the way the material outlined her body almost gave me motivation to leave her in it for a little longer.
However, my need to see every inch of her beautiful body, on display won.
Before I removed her clothes, I placed both hands at her hips and moved them down the sides of her thighs up in front of her.
I paused at her stomach, pressing firmly enough to move her back and into my chest. My dick was already hard.
Thoughts of Scotlyn sitting across from me earlier and the confidence in her demeanor in contrast to the hesitation and uncertainty I sensed pulsing from her now was erotic as fuck.
I left one hand pressed into her stomach and moved the other up to cup her breast. Gently at first but then with a firmness that had her breathing more labored. When I moved my fingers roughly over her nipples, she pushed back toward me and brushed her ass over my dick. "Color."
"Green…"
I pinched her nipple hard. "Color."
"Green, Sir."
I stepped back enough to examine the dress and found the zipper that ran from the neck to the curve of her ass. I reached for it and slowly dragged it down, noticing the way she trembled and seemed unsteady on her feet. Her body was already needy but fuck if mine wasn't too.
Once I had the zipper down, I groaned lowly at the exposed skin of her back. She wasn't wearing a bra and the thin white lace of her thong was the only thing under the gotdamn dress.
My fingers glided down her spine and back up before I pushed the material off her shoulders until it dropped to the floor.
I planted a kiss on her shoulder and noticed the goosebumps that surfaced on her skin when my fingertips touched the curve of her neck and worked down the exposed skin of her back.
I locked my jaw to contain the smile that surfaced when she shivered from the contact.
I created some space and circled her body but didn't touch her.
I just needed to see how fucking perfect she was.
Chocolate skin with full breasts displaying firm nipples centered on areolas a shade darker than her skin.
Scot's body was toned and fit but still had a softness from the curves of her waist and hips down to her thighs, drawing my attention to what was between them.
Every layer of this woman tested my ability to make this about her and not be selfish.
"How do you feel?"