Chapter 41 The Red Room of Torture
The red room of torture…
Delaney
Iwoke up before the alarm sounded. It was weird waking up to an empty penthouse. I mean, people were around but it wasn’t the same as waking up to Dallas. I’d grown used to having him invade my personal space. His confidence, his dominant ways, his…
Today was going to be my first day back to work and I dreaded the workload I knew was waiting for me.
I thoroughly enjoyed the time off. I’ve started to feel less…
embarrassed about his demands, this dynamic.
It’s a new feeling to be okay with having somebody boss me around and tell me when and what to eat or even when to sleep, and those bedroom sessions, though mild from what Dallas says, I am thoroughly enjoying.
Displeasure seems so far gone – all I feel is excitement and deep contentment with this oddly rational agreement between me and Dallas.
“I’m easing into it, I don’t wanna scare you off just yet.”
The thought of kicking things up a notch heated my body as I threw the blankets off of me and started toward the bathroom.
I look into the mirror seeing my cheeks flushed red realizing what exactly Dallas sees.
I probably stay red constantly. Picturing myself from his viewpoint, I giggled to myself childishly.
I walked over to the shower, turning it to the hottest temperature I could stand, the pristine white bathroom instantly filling with steam.
As the memory of Dallas catching me touching myself comes flooding to my mind, I squeeze my thighs together, thinking of the yummy things he did to punish me for being a ‘bad girl’.
My core pulses as I subconsciously bite my lower lip, a devious smile forcing itself upon my face.
* * *
After my shower, I padded into the bedroom in my fluffy robe and house shoes, toweling my hair dry.
Reaching the bedside table where my phone was charging, I picked it up and opened it, scrolling down until I saw Daddy across the screen.
I giggled as I recalled him tackling me to the bed as we fought over my phone, both of us keenly aware of the fact that he could very easily overpower me to do whatever he wanted.
As I hovered over his name, my phone started to ring loudly.
It sounded much louder since the house was still so quiet this early in the morning.
Lacy’s face covered in icing from her last birthday flashed across the screen. I playfully pushed her into the cake as she tried to blow out her 26 candles. It was payback for all the whining she had done the entire time we planned her party. She drove me nuts for the entire month.
“Delaney! How’s it going? Tell me everything?” She squealed into the receiver.
“I miss you, bitch!” She huffed before letting me respond to her first question.
“I miss you, too.” I smiled into the phone.
“Things are amazing Lacy, it’s still a little new for me but it’s been so good…except –” My voice trailed off, debating on whether or not to tell her about him not coming home last night and how I expected him to be gone for a while, an unknown amount of time…
“Except?” Lacy spit impatiently, pressing me to continue.
“Well, we had a great time at the beach house, honestly it was perfect. But the last night there, he got really comfortable and took his mask off, well in the dark…and we had this passionate experience but the next day it was like he regretted it all and pulled some metaphorical mask over him.” Saying this out loud made me feel sad, unwanted.
Had I confessed this to anyone but Lacy, I would have been embarrassed.
Was it me? Have I done something wrong? Did I get too close, too quickly?
Doubt and anxiety coated my words. Lacy picked up on it right away, and like the best friend she is, she immediately started to reassure me.
“That’s just who he is, D, he doesn’t get emotionally intimate with anyone.
I heard he had something really bad happen to him as a teenager that made him cold and closed-off, but honestly – he is obviously drawn to you.
He will get there, D.” She said with a soft voice laced with discernment for my situation, the situation I literally signed a formal contract agreeing to.
“And if not, at least you had 30 days of magical, mind blowing orgasms from a hot masked man covered in muscles and tattoos, that’s literally every Booktok girl’s dirty fantasy!” She laughed, amused at her own little joke.
“Just take it for what it is and try not to force it into something it’s not. Just enjoy it,”
Her advice wasn’t incorrect. I just felt something, picked up on some unspoken exchange between Dallas and I at the beach house.
I refuse to believe that we didn’t have a little bit of something special between us, a spark.
She was right though, I was only going to get myself hurt if I didn’t just take it for what it is: A contract that will end in less than 3 weeks.
I have to accept that this could be more for me than it is for him.
* * *
After sharing with Lacy, my impulse to text Dallas dissipated. Whatever he was working on or through needed him more than I did right now, and I just wanted to respect that and give him space. I walked out to the car park where Trevor was waiting for me.
I have a freaking personal driver now. What?!
He met me at the elevator door, standing there as soon as the doors slid open.
“Good morning, Miss Bennett,” he reached for my computer bag. I let him take it from me as I followed him to the SUV that was parked caddy corner with the engine running.
“Good morning to you as well, sorry to keep you waiting.” Having a driver is something I could get used to.
What I couldn’t seem to disregard was the guilt I felt every time I left him waiting for me, despite it being what Dallas pays him to do.
I absolutely hate feeling like a burden, not that he has ever made me feel that way.
Trevor bragged about his oldest daughter getting into law school during the car ride.
He was so proud, smiling from ear to ear the entire time he spoke of her.
I couldn’t help but think of my own parents and how they looked at me the same way while I was secretly just trying to get away from their grip.
It was so hard on my mother when I left for college.
If I had known that our time was going to be cut short, I would have stayed and gone to a community college or not gone to college at all.
Before sadness could consume me, I was pulled from my thoughts as we pulled up to the curb at Exhale Publishing House.
Trevor was quickly at my door, where I patiently waited.
“Have a wonderful day ma’am. I’ll be here at four o’clock.” He nodded as I gave him a small wave.
Just enjoy it
Lacy’s words repeated in my head, and I will certainly will.
* * *
It was nearly lunch time. I was enthralled in research on an author we were looking into.
She was previously a self published indie author with a very impressive social media following.
We don’t usually go after indie authors but after seeing that she was connected with some pretty big names it was starting to make sense.
I jotted down the names of a couple of her book titles,
hoping to give them a read when I noticed my cell lit up with a notification. My heart skipped a beat when I saw it was a message from Daddy.
‘When you have finished work for the day, Trevor will bring you to the club. You will be escorted to my personal redroom, upstairs. Once there, you are to shower and change into the outfit that will be waiting for you. Relax, or don’t.
You choose. Be a good girl and wait for Daddy in the previously discussed position. Tonight, the real fun begins.’
My breath hitched as I read every word twice. A chill of anticipation and excitement rushed through me and suddenly I was overwhelmed with nerves.
What did he mean by tonight the real fun begins?
I thought we were already having fun…? Remembering the list he asked me to write out at the beach house, I started to go over my answers mentally, in an attempt to prepare myself for what possibilities were in store, but given that I wasn’t familiar with the BDSM scene or the Dom/Sub dynamic, my imagination went to the darkest depths of my very creative mind.
This is exactly what I wanted
I reminded myself as I walked out of the building at four o’clock on the dot to find exactly what I expected, Trevor there waiting. Just as promised.
“Good afternoon, Miss Delaney.” He greeted me before closing the door once I had climbed into the backseat and I slid to the center, nervously fidgeting with my jacket as we raced toward what my obnoxious imagination has deemed the Red Room of Torture.