Chapter 6
LINCOLN
Inwardly I sigh in relief that she agreed to my terms. She thinks I spent a lot of money on her tonight, when really she has no idea that the jewelry alone was over one-hundred grand.
I meant it when I said it’s only money. I know she doesn’t have a lot of money, and I’m going to change that after tonight.
I can’t give her more like she seemed to be hinting at, but I can deposit money into her bank account to make her life a little easier.
I tighten my grip on her hand as we walk inside. We are greeted by Sin, and she drops her gaze to the floor.
Natural fucking submissive.
If only I weren’t so screwed up. She is exactly the kind of woman a man like me would want to keep, and collar. If only…
“Sin, this is Ella, my date for the evening.”
She glances at me in question, and I nod my approval.
Looking up at my friend, she smiles softly as he extends his hand and shakes hers.
“It’s nice to meet you, Sir.”
I clench my jaw, and Sin chuckles immediately, spotting that she’s not a seasoned submissive.
He shakes his head at me.
“Good luck, Lincoln. I suspect you’re going to need it.”
I take her to the spiral staircase, and walk her upstairs to where the various rooms are.
They have rooms where voyeurs can watch, but I won’t share her in any capacity tonight, so we are going to one of the closed-off VIP rooms. It’s sound-proof, so her cries of pleasure will only be for me. Exactly the way it should be.
I swipe my card, opening the door, then I wave for her to enter first, and close the door behind me.
“Should we lock the door?” She asks, glancing around nervously.
I set my bag down and she does the same with her purse.
“The door automatically locks. I promise it’s just us, and there’s no risk of anyone entering.”
Again she lowers her gaze to the floor, and it was appropriate with Sin, but I don’t like it now. Not one bit.
“Why aren’t you looking at me?”
She trembles slightly as she answers my question.
“I googled how to be submissive. This is one of the things I found.”
Placing my hand on her chin, I lift her head back, forcing her eyes to mine.
“I want you obedient, but I don’t want you to be anything other than what you are. If I give you an instruction, I expect you to follow it. Forget everything else. Understand?”
She releases a small sigh and breathes, “Yes, Sir.”
I release her and step back.
“I want you to take a look around the room. If you have questions, I want you to ask. This will be a more pleasurable experience for you if you are comfortable in this room.”
She walks over to the bed and giggles softly.
“This is self explanatory, I think.”
She moves to the head of the bed, and touches the leather strap.
“Restraints?”
I move closer to her, but I’m keeping a distance, so I let her explore without touching her. If I get too close, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to stop myself.
“Yes, and I will use them on you.”
She walks over to the bench and stares at it.
“It’s a spanking bench. It can be used with or without the restraints hanging below.”
Turning to me with blushed cheeks, she asks, “Are you going to spank me?”
I’ve considered, more than once, that she should be punished for accepting a stranger's invitation to a BDSM club.
“Do you want me to spank you?”
Her cheeks turn flame red, as she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and nods.
“I’m more interested in your pleasure than I am punishment, but if you want it, I’ll give it to you. Let’s see how well you obey.”
I’m taking her cue that she’s had enough exploration time.
“Pull your dress up over your hips slowly, and kneel for me.”
She grabs the hem on either side and does exactly as I told her.
I groan inwardly at the utter fucking perfection in front of me.
“Crawl to me.”
She arches an eyebrow in surprise, and for a moment I think she’s going to disobey me, but she places her hands on the floor in front of her.
“Slowly. It’s not a race, I want to watch your beautiful body move.”
After a few movements toward me, I say, “Stop.”
“Take the mask off.”
She removes it, reaches up to set it on the bed, and continues in my direction. Lifting her head, she stares at me with a heated gaze as she gets closer to me.
“Turn around and crawl to the bench.”
Ella moves in a half circle, proceeds to the bench, and I think momentarily that I’ve died and gone to heaven.
She chose the red lace thong under the dress, and her ass jiggles slightly with every movement, making my mouth water.
I’m in deep trouble with this girl. If I want her this much before tasting her, that’s going to seal my destruction.
This woman is going to fucking ruin me, as much as I plan to ruin her.
One night is going to destroy me, and I fucking welcome it.