Chapter 47 #2
“That was different, though. Don’t forget that you’re the one who left.
Even though emotionally it felt like I rejected you, in truth, you rejected me and my lifestyle.
I won’t be turned into what the outside world considers a normal boyfriend.
It’s not what I am. I want this. Ropes and cuffs.
To be obeyed. To know you more intimately, body and soul, than anyone ever has.
That’s what I crave. Confiding in me won’t cause me to drift away, Emma, I promise. It’ll bring us closer together.”
The reassurance warmed her all over. “May I have a kiss?”
“Yes.” He leaned forward and kissed her, a soft, slow tangling of tongues, a mingling of breath. She sighed, her lids half lowered. Yeah, this was exactly what she craved. And more.
She slid her hand along his inner thigh. “Sir, may I…?”
“No,” he said with a soft laugh, catching her hand. “I have to work for a couple of hours. You can sit there and wait for me, or you can return to the bed to wait. When I’m done working, you can touch any part of me for as long as you want.”
“Could I tie you up?”
“Why would you want to? Have you had fantasies about taking a dominant role?”
She paused, thinking. “No.”
“So why ask for that?”
“I want to know if you trust me enough. And I want to be able to look at you and touch you for as long as I want. If you couldn’t end things too soon and you let me have that intense ownership of your body for a while, then you’d be mine as much as I’m yours.”
He ran a thumb over her cheek. “It wouldn’t work the way you want it to. I’d let you cuff me. I’d even let you try your hand with implements. I trust that I could withstand a lot more punishment than you could dish out, but—”
“Have you ever been flogged?” she challenged.
“Sure, by people stronger than you. D suggests Doms undergo a few sessions so we’ll know how it feels to be hit with the different implements. It made sense to me. Also, I once elected to take a physical punishment for a dangerous near misstep.”
Her eyes widened. “What happened?”
“I met a female sub at a BDSM club when I was in Washington for business. Before I’d realized she was an investigative reporter doing a story, I’d very nearly brought her right to the Marquis Club’s front door.
Luckily, I discovered who she was in time.
” He shook his head. “If she’d gotten inside, she could’ve learned the identities of anyone in the club that night and who knows what else.
Now, we do extensive background checks. Anyway, my point was, I’ve taken beatings and I’ve been restrained.
Because I’m not submissive or masochistic, it won’t make me emotionally vulnerable.
And because you’re not sadistic, it won’t give you pleasure to whip me.
I’ll let you try it, if you want to experiment, though.
I’m a big supporter of exploration as a means of finding the truth. ”
“Oh,” she said and bit gently on his thigh. “No, that makes sense. I think what I’m looking for is a way to trust in the bond we’re forming…”
“Be patient. When we’ve been together awhile, and you’ve seen the effects of your submission, it’ll be easier to trust me.”
Shay glanced at the clock. He’d finished ten hours of work, ninety minutes in the gym, and all he wanted now was a tall drink and his soft sub spread beneath him.
Unfortunately, Thursdays were her late night at school with her finance study group.
With her early morning on Fridays, he never let her stay long at the club and sometimes told her not to come.
He typically made up for lost time on Friday and Saturday nights.
When his phone rang, he smiled at the picture of Emma’s pink mouth. He’d been tempted to take a photo of her other lips, but he wouldn’t risk someone surreptitiously glancing over when she called and seeing what he intended to be for his eyes only.
“Hello, kitten. I was just thinking about you.”
“Hi, Sir,” she purred in that breathy voice she usually only used in bed. His body immediately diverted blood south of his belt.
“Are you still at study group?”
“Um, no. We’re having a drink at Cal’s apartment. We had the top five scores on the exam. Three perfect. Two, 98%. We’re celebrating.”
“Congratulations. What did you get?”
“A hundred.”
“Excellent. I’m proud of you.”
“I’m hungry. The gang is going for Italian food and then to a bar. They want me to come. I think it would be fun. Is that okay?”
“Yes.”
“I miss you,” she whispered. “I won’t mind if you tell me to come to the club instead.”
He glanced at the clock. He wanted to order her to come to the club, no matter how late she would get back. But if she still had to eat, they’d hardly have any time to play anyway.
“No, it’s all right. Go with your friends. Do you know where you’re going for dinner and afterward?”
“They haven’t decided. Cal’s the leader. Do you want to know? I can find out.”
“Just text me. I like knowing where you are. How much have you had to drink?”
“Two glasses of wine.”
“Who’s driving?”
“Not me.”
Shay wondered if the kid who planned to drive was as buzzed as Emma. His muscles tightened. That was not okay with him.
“Give me the address of Cal’s apartment. I’ll send a car to drive you guys.”
“You don’t have to do that!”
“Emma, who do you belong to?”
“You.”
“I wouldn’t let a potentially intoxicated college guy drive my Aston Martin, and the car can be replaced easily.
You’re more important to me and much harder to replace.
Give me the address. Your friends can do whatever they want, but wherever you go tonight, you’ll be driven by the driver I choose. ”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you for taking such good care of me.”
“You’re welcome, kitten.”
He took the address and dispatched the driver.
He glanced at the clock again. He could go to the club himself and do a scene with a different sub, but he had no real interest. He sat at his desk and opened a password-protected folder.
There were seventeen photographs of Emma.
In the first, she lay on her side, blond hair covering her face, arms tied behind her back, feet bound, nipples pink and tight, the lush white curve of her buttock and thigh decorated with a few red handprints.
His cock stiffened. He eased his zipper down and clicked to the next image.
A close-up of Emma’s mouth with his cock about to slide inside.
He leaned back in the chair, shoving his right hand under the waistband of his briefs to grip his cock.
He inhaled slowly, stroking himself. With his left hand he clicked to the next picture.
It was shot from the foot of the bed. Emma’s knees were open, her butt on a pillow, her nipples clamped, her arms tied to the headboard.
Waiting for her Sir to take her. He had.
He’d fucked her hard enough to make her scream until she was hoarse.
Shay stared at the picture, reliving the memory as he jerked off.
Her nipples had been cherry red and swollen by the time he’d sucked them.
Her mouth had tasted like the Blood Orange hard lemonade he’d given her to drink that night.
Sweet and tart and so incredibly delicious, he’d kept kissing her even after they’d both come.
Shay clenched his jaws as his cock erupted.
He panted out a few breaths while he finished off, but his mind was already moving on.
With a club full of pretty subs and an internet full of porn, he didn’t have to turn to images of Emma to get off, but she seemed to be the only one he wanted these days.
He could make it an early night. Catch up on calls he needed to make, finish reading The Times and the Journal, but he was restless. He wanted to see her.
It made no sense to interrupt her night with her friends. If he didn’t plan to date her, encouraging her to maintain a social life so she had people with whom to go to dinner and the movies made sense.
Irritation gnawed at him. Why had hearing she was at a guy’s apartment made his muscles tighten?
Stay in. Leave her be for a night, he told himself. But even as the words swept through his mind, his feet carried him to the shower.
What advice did I give her? When your head and your instincts tell you to go in different directions, tell your conscious mind to fuck off and follow your gut. Your body knows the truth before your head does.