Chapter 4
LINCOLN
As I’m going through my order of items I purchased for tomorrow night, my phone chimes with a text alert. I look at it and can’t help the grin that overtakes my face.
Ella: Thank you for the package, sir. This dress is so beautiful. I do have a question, though. There are three sets of lingerie. What do you want me to wear?
I’m lost for a moment, as I imagine how gorgeous she’ll look in all three.
Me: You’re welcome, sweetheart. I’m hoping you’ll let me take photographs of you in all three. If you’re open to that, bring them with you. If you’re not, that's fine. You can choose which you wear under your dress. Surprise me.
When a picture comes through, I nearly lose my fucking mind. It’s a photo of her sitting on a bed, but it only shows her spread thighs with the black lacy lingerie on one leg, and the red on her other.
I groan as I squeeze my hard length. It’s been a long time since I wanted a woman like this.
The last time was a fucking disaster, and the reason I only do one night hook ups.
If it weren’t for what Rebecca put me through, I’d want more with Ella.
I already know one night will not cure my craving, but it’s all I’m capable of.
Me: Fuck, sweetheart. I can’t wait to have your pussy dripping for me.
Four words from her have me salivating, and ready to say fuck my plans and drive to her now.
Ella: It already is, Sir.
Me: Get lots of sleep tonight, Ella, because tomorrow you’ll get none.
Her response is quick, and only makes me harder.
Ella: Yes, Daddy.
Fuck. I shouldn’t like that because, for my personal preferences, that’s only a term used in long-term relationships. A Daddy takes care of his submissive in all ways. I can’t do that with her, or anyone else. Not anymore.
While I should text her back and correct her, I don’t, and I’m not sure why.
I sigh and text my buddy Sin, who owns the BDSM club.
Me: Heads up. A young woman named Ella Jacobs will be coming tomorrow night. She’s not a member, but she’ll be with me.
Sin: For a man so obsessed with his own set of rules, it’s amazing how you can’t follow mine.
I send him a middle finger emoji instead of an actual response.
He knows I’ll follow his biggest rule, which is consent.
Having her fill out the official membership application is ridiculous.
Ella will only be with me, and honestly, I don’t want her to be a member.
Seeing her with other men, after our night together, is probably more than I can handle.
I fucking tried to get her out of my mind but I couldn’t.
My assistant suggested I get rid of the pictures of her that line my office walls.
I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Will once be enough? I don’t know, but it’s all I’ve got.