Chapter 22 MINE
MINE
Dallas
Itexted Delaney but she never responded. It was late when I texted her, but I did expect an answer. I’m not used to being ignored. I’ll have to punish her for making me wait if I can get her to sign that damn contract. I’ll teach her a lesson she will surely enjoy.
I licked my lips at the thoughts that played out in my head as I recalled the massive orgasm I gave her using just my words. I played it cool but that was a first for me. I look forward to experimenting with that one a little further in my playroom.
My cock started to pulse at the idea of Delaney with her long brown hair and her puppy dog eyes as she timidly waited for direction from Daddy on her knees, eager to please me.
Although I anticipate a brat, I think with time she will learn to be the perfect sub, and I will enjoy every fucking minute of the journey there.
I asked her to come see me at the club. I wanted to talk to her and see where her head was at the auction. If I could convince her to give this a try, I think it’d be something she would really enjoy.
I pulled her file and took a second look at it after she was here at the club last time.
The way she responded to me, although thrilling, was consistent with someone sexually inexperienced.
Her file was just as I expected, she had one sexual partner listed and a clean health card.
Underneath the portion that would normally list her kinks and other sexual preferences, hers just said open.
That one word spoke volumes.
A veteran to this lifestyle would know better than to leave so little yet so much in that space, which is exactly why I would be the only one to bid on her if she did agree to the auction.
I would never hurt her, and easing her into this lifestyle would be important.
She needs someone to teach her the do’s and dont’s and teach her how to set boundaries, how to test her limits safely.
An unseasoned Dom could easily act in a way that would make her run the other way if he wasn’t careful.
The whole Sub/Dom situation is exciting and fun but it’s deeper than just the sexual aspect – trust and respect for personal boundaries are also key to a healthy Sub/Dom relationship. And I want it all with Delaney.
* * *
The morning was slow. It dragged on but only because I was anxious to see Delaney. I sent a car for her to ensure her arrival. Jacob texted a few minutes ago to let me know he was sitting outside her home. I gave him specific instructions that I trusted him to follow precisely.
It was just before three when my phone pinged with a message from Jacob
Delaney is secure and in my vehicle, ETA fifteen minutes.
I smirked, putting my phone down and grabbed my Ghostface mask from my top drawer.
The club is currently closed so the mask wasn’t needed, but I’m not ready to reveal myself to her, plus I think she kinda likes this mask.
It’s fun to watch her blush, while she stares at me trying to see through it so intently that sometimes I wonder if she can.
I chuckled at myself thinking back on the first night she came to the club, how shaky her hands were when she shook mine.
I stood and walked to the window, watching the car park entrance, waiting.
On the outside, I was calm and cool, but on the inside, I was as giddy as a child on Christmas Eve waiting for Santa.
I don’t know what has gotten into me with her, but she has already turned my entire life upside down.
The electricity I feel when she is around me is enough to feed my curiosity.
* * *
3:00 p.m. on the dot and the black SUV rounded the corner.
I watched as Jacob used the fob to open the private garage entrance.
I straightened my jacket, adjusted my pants, then walked toward the door to meet them in the main part of the club where there was food and drinks set out.
My version of “wine and dine” to ease her into signing the contract.
I sat back into my black leather chair as the main entrance door swung open. I watched as she walked in, looking like a fucking goddess.
Her smile. Those perfectly pouty lips. I was thankful the table blocked her view of my suddenly swollen cock.
I hadn’t had another woman in my private quarters since the first night I met her.
Not that there hadn’t been offers, some more consistent than others but I couldn’t seem to think of anything but this gorgeous specimen in front of me.
So my need for her was obvious…and hard to hide.
Now that she is here it shows me two things. One, she is interested or else she wouldn’t be here. And two, damn it, I would do anything to make her mine.
Finally able to relieve myself and my poor zipper of the extra blood flow, I stood up and greeted her, I reached for her hand and pulled it to my masked mouth. She giggled at my attempt at chivalry. I pulled the chair out and gestured for her to sit.
“Can I just say again how sorry I am for the other…” she started to ramble nervously, looking down at her lap as she spoke. I smirked at her submissive body language, demure and vulnerable, before interrupting her.
“No worries, Miss Delaney, that’s not why I’ve asked you to be here today,” I started.
“I’ve asked you here to discuss the proposition I presented and to see if you had any questions or anything I could offer you to persuade you in the right direction.
” I spoke calmly and professionally, even though my nerves were getting the best of me, making my voice more restrained than I would have liked.
If she didn’t agree, I honestly don’t know what I would do. I’m the type of man that when I get my heart set on someone there’s no telling what lengths I would go to make her mine. All I knew was that I wanted her and ‘no’ wasn’t an answer I was willing to accept.
“I do,” she said, but her words barely made a sound. Her coyness made my cock pulse.
“Speak up, Miss Delaney,” I insisted.
“I said, I do.” She spoke with more confidence behind her words.
Confused by her answer, I paused a moment longer than I intended.
“I’m sorry, you do what?” I questioned, hoping it was exactly what I wanted.
“I do have questions,” she said matter of factly.
“Go ahead,” I started firmly setting my fingers under my chin as I leaned forward placing my elbows on the table, staring at her as she fidgeted with her finger nail.
“Well, I just want to know…” she paused.
I was quiet, giving her the time to muster up the courage or whatever she was gathering for herself.
“W…why me?” Her confidence faltered at the last word, exposing the insecurity she was masking.
“Why you?” This can’t be the only question she has before she can decide?
“Yes, why do you want me to participate in this auction? I’m sure there are plenty of women eager to do this, ones that would make you more money, certainly more experienced.”
She seemed to be worried she wouldn’t be good enough compared to the other participants.
It amazed me that someone like her couldn’t see just how beautiful she truly is.
I’m sure she has been told that her entire life, there’s no way she hasn’t.
A woman with such exquisite beauty has to know her worth.
“The better question is, why do you want to participate?” I asked her with a slight tilt of my head.
Her breath hitched and she fidgeted for a moment. I was just about to ask another question when she opened her mouth to speak but quickly closed it again.
“What is it, Delaney?” I questioned.
She stared down at the glass that was placed in front of her.
She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
If she were anybody else I would have already snapped waiting for them to just say it already but sitting here with her, I felt a certain calm that was so easy.
Patience was something that felt natural with her.
“It’s stupid, it’s nothing.” She said when she finally spoke up, her cheeks flushed with that red color I adored so much.
I stood quickly, my chair scraped the floor making a loud sound in the wide open space that normally would be filled with sweaty bodies grinding on each other as they danced. I walked over to her and offered my hand. She looked up at me with that meek, innocent look and took it.
I pulled her up and pressed her body against mine in a long embrace as I stared into her eyes, watching for a reaction.
“Nothing you have to say is stupid, nothing that ever crosses that beautiful intriguing mind of yours is meaningless.” I grabbed her hands in mine and gave them an endearing squeeze.
“Tell me what keeps you guarded, closed off from exploring these desires. I know you feel it because your body shouts for me to touch you anytime I’m near you.”
She looked up at me through her lashes with wide eyes. Her face flushed and her breathing uneven.
“I don’t want to be auctioned off like livestock, but…” she froze and bit her lip, staring into my mask, searching deeply.
“But what, sweetheart?” I eagerly pushed.
“I want the experience.” She said, looking down as if she was ashamed to admit it.
“What is it you want to experience?” I needed to know she wanted this for the right reasons.
“I want to feel safe in a world I have no control in. I want to trust with no doubt, I want to love unconditionally. I want a chemistry so powerful that our bodies ache for both the romantic and the animal inside of us. I want to know what it feels like to give all my power away to a man that makes me feel the most powerful I’ve ever felt in my entire life” She whispered.
Her eyes were closed as if she could feel every word before they were spoken.
She slowly opened her eyes to gaze at me. Waiting for my response that couldn’t come because I had no words for what she had just perfectly defined.
A few moments of silence passed, not awkward silence, just silence, while we gazed at each other.
“Let me be all of that for you…” my words slipped from my lips before I even knew what I was saying.
A small gasp escaped her chest right before she pulled away from me and giggled nervously.
She rubbed her hands together deep in thought as her eyes wandered over my mask.
I was unreadable and I was grateful, I didn’t want her to see the softness that I was sure to be wearing on my face.
It was like the world stopped and all I could hear was the sound of my heart racing.
“What? What do you mean?” She finally forced out as her voice wavered with nerves.
“Exactly what I said, Miss Delaney.”
I stepped closer to her, eliminating any space between us as I reached up and rubbed the pad of my thumb over her lips.
Her luscious lips.
“Would you like that?” I asked softly, my body now pressed firmly against hers.
She eagerly nodded as she leaned into my touch instinctively before reeling back in, catching her slip of emotion.
“I read over the contract, would the same rules apply?” She asked this in a very professional tone. Any emotional submissiveness she expressed just moments before was now gone.
“Yes.” I answered. “As long as there are no conflicts.”
She shook her head and said, “No, sir.” By saying this, she submitted to me and became mine.