Chapter 2
LINCOLN
Istare at my phone, waiting for a response.
Three dots appear and then disappear repeatedly.
This is not how I normally find a submissive.
Generally, they come to me, but this girl doesn’t come to Den of Sin, the BDSM club I’m a member of.
I could go there any night of the week, and find a woman for the night or longer, but I don’t want them.
I want her.
The gorgeous fucking redhead I spotted at a club six months ago.
I drink my bourbon, as I watch a blonde guy hitting on the redhead standing with her brunette friend.
He grabs her hand, trying to pull her to the dance floor, and she screams at him, loud enough to be heard over the music.
“I said no, asshole.”
I watch his hand go to her ass, and I quickly rise from my seat, ready to intervene, when she tosses her drink in his face. She moves her drink to her left hand, and punches him in the mouth with her right.
“No is a complete fucking sentence,” she yells.
That was the night my fascination began. I won’t touch her without consent, but watching? I’ve been doing that for months because I simply cannot stop myself. Everything about her is stunning.
The way she moves.
The way she sounds.
The way she doesn’t take shit.
Everything about her screams, ‘I’m not submissive’.
Yet I know if she can give up control, she’d be such a good girl for me.
My phone chimes, and I smile as I see her name flash across my screen.
Ella: My answer is no. I’m not going to show up to some sex club for you to do these things to me. You want to piss on me? What kind of sick pervert are you?
Me: This is not a list of things I want to do to you. It’s simply a list to find out your hard limits, so I don’t cross any of your boundaries. I’ve never pissed on a woman. It’s not my kink, and a gorgeous woman like you? I’d never even consider it.
Again, I wait for her to respond. I desperately want her to say yes, but expect her to decline. If she does, I’m not sure what my next move will be.
Ella: So you know what I look like?
I take a sip of my bourbon and respond.
Me: Yes. You’re gorgeous.
Ella: Have we met?
I tap my fingers on my leg as I lean back in my leather chair, and decide how much to reveal.
Me: Patience, Sweetheart. I’ll tell you everything you want to know when we are face-to-face.
Her next comes almost immediately.
Ella: You know what I look like, and I have no idea what you look like. Are you ugly?
I snap a photo, hoping that she won’t recognize me, and send it.
Ella: I feel like I’m being scammed. Prove that’s you in the photo.
I’m losing her, and I can’t let that happen.
Fuck Linc. Think.
I take a deep breath and press the face-time button. It rings four times, telling me she’s hesitating, but she answers just before it stops.
“What are you doing?” She asks, sounding breathless, and looking breathtaking with flushed cheeks.
“Letting you decide if I’m ugly.”
She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, and shakes her head no.
“Not ugly,” she breathes.
Her lashes flutter as her eyes trail up my abs up to my face.
“I don’t get it. You’re hot. Why are you trying to find a relationship this way?”
Fuck. Now I might really lose my chance with this girl.
“Not a relationship. Just one night. I don’t do long term or commitments.”