Chapter 13
Florian
I’m trembling. I always love being spanked, but I’ve never had it like that before.
Knowing that I’m legally Grimes’ servant, that he’s really in charge of me, made it so much hotter.
My orgasm blew my mind. Now I barely have the strength to stay in my kneeling position in the corner.
My exhausted body wants to sag into satisfied torpor, but my boss told me not to move a muscle.
The wet patch is cool on my shirt, reminding me of how slutty I acted for him.
My mouth feels tender from sucking on the dildo so hard.
He wouldn’t let me come on him. He wouldn’t even touch me, except to spank me.
He knows just how to drive me fucking wild.
The more he holds back, the more he makes me beg for crumbs, the more I need him.
Of course, I know how much he wants me. He made that obvious, the way he dragged me home from dinner at Breta’s.
He wanted to be the one to kiss me instead of Prevana.
Jealousy is my biggest turn-on. Well, jealousy and being overpowered.
I already knew that he was attracted to me.
But now he’s showed his hand, and there’s no going back.
The fire burning under his stony exterior shocked me.
His desire was like something long repressed bubbling up, refusing to be held back any longer. Volcanic, like his eyes.
We can’t go back to normal after this. There’s something between us.
Even an asshole like Grimes can’t deny it.
Can’t go back to his monosyllables and half-ignoring me.
At least, I hope not. Living here with him would be so much more fun if he’d give in to his attraction.
I don’t expect him to release me from the servant contract.
He’s much too serious about building his gym, too stern.
But I don’t care, as long as he looks at me with that fire in his eyes, the way he did as he threw me across his lap.
Maybe, eventually, he’ll even let me kiss some of the sternness from his lips.
We’ll be going at his pace, obviously. He’s in charge in every way.
That’s fine with me. He brings out my subby side harder than anyone I’ve ever met.
I wonder how long he’ll leave me here. I start to get turned on again as I think about it.
It’s totally up to him. I have no right to question him.
What’s he doing right now? Taking a bath or reading or something while I kneel here, defeated, with a wet patch on my shirt like a scolded little slut.
I am a scolded little slut. I was too disobedient earlier at Breta’s, and I pushed him too far. I was asking for it, and I got it.
After weeks of holding me at arm’s length, tonight was the night that the dam broke.
And jealousy was the key. He was so angry when he saw me with Prevana, it was a little scary.
Maybe that’s why he’s been so against letting me hook up with someone in town, too.
He wants me for himself. So why can’t he just let himself have me?
He’s still holding back. He still wouldn’t let me get him off.
It’s stupid. There’s no reason for us both to be lonely.
We’re stuck here together anyway. Why shouldn’t we share more than just work and meals?
There’s no one else here, he’s hot, I’m hot…
It’s practically a crime for us to stay cold and distant.
If he had any sense, we should be sharing a bed.
Maybe it won’t be long until we are. Even a man as strong as Grimes won’t be able to fight that heat between us for much longer.
Minutes pass. I shift my weight. My knees are starting to hurt now but I won’t move. Not until my boss gives the word. I stare at the blank wall, a satisfied smile on my face.