11. - – Laura
CHAPTER ELEVEN
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LAURA
Claire’s been forwarding Drake’s texts while I wait for Jasmine in her office behind the bar at Midnight.
Drake’s is down a hallway near the entrance.
There are a few more spaces designated as offices around the corner.
I peeked into them on the way here—just desks and chairs.
Not a single piece of kinky furniture. I fought the urge to do more exploring. If I had to wait much longer…
Well, fuck. Thunderous footsteps pound down the hall toward the very room I’m trapped in.
I’m still unable to move like prey caught in the gaze of a hungry predator when the door flies open and a Drake steps into the room.
Closing the door behind him, he sighs and shakes his head.
I’m completely frozen. If I don’t move, he won't see me. Wait, no, that’s dinosaurs or maybe bears.
“You want my attention so badly that you convinced Jasmine to hire you? And you thought somehow I wouldn’t find out till it was too late?”
“I knew you would find out, eventually, and maybe you’d spank me for it.” The mess of words left my lips without any fucking permission.
“Spank you? All this just to get spanked? There is more to this little tantrum, and you and I both know it.”
That shut me up. Fuck it.
“You never responded to my messages or kept in touch. You broke your promise.” I point a finger at him from across the nearly bare office.
“This isn’t even Jasmine’s office, is it?” I asked. His chest twitched with laughter at my question.
“No, it's just storage. There was a lot of leftover furniture in here when I bought the building. I can take you somewhere better suited for spankings or put you over my knee right now?”
“Yes, please.” I can’t even pretend I didn’t say it. The words were waiting on the tip of my tongue.
“Yes, sir,” Drake corrected. “You will unblock me, save my number, and respond when I message you. Do you understand?”
I nod. He raises one eyebrow at me. “Yes, sir,” I responded, my voice sounding so eager.
“Good girl,” he growled. “Phone.” He reached out palm up, expecting me to place my phone in his hand. Didn’t he trust I would do as he asked? I cross my arms over my chest and give him a little pout.
“Pouting and disobedience will only lead to punishments you won’t enjoy, but I’ll wait.”
I counted to three hundred and seventy-three before someone knocked at the door. I tried to maintain eye contact with Drake, but I only lasted to forty-seven.
“Boss, Mason is asking for you. Something about a delivery and Kandi called about rehearsal.” Jasmine asked through the door.
Drake huffs like a pissed-off bull. At least it isn’t me pissing him off this time.
“Jas, get her ready for rehearsal. Laura will be joining me on stage. I’ll go deal with the delivery and Mason.”
Drake turns back to me, “Tonight is impact play. Take this time apart to think of a safe word and any hard limits you may have. I can’t wait to leave my mark on your pretty ass.”
I was struck speechless as he turned to leave, letting Jasmine pass him and enter the room.
“You look like you just saw a ghost. Sorry about him. He’s intense, but he's really an amazing person. Let’s talk about the main show. I need to know that you consent to being a part of the show.”
“I. I need to know more. Impact play, I’ve read about it. But on stage is a lot. What will I wear?”
Jasmine giggled at my admission. “A lot of women would give organs for the opportunity to get spanked by Drake. They’d give more than that to be a permanent fixture in his bed. I’m betting you’ll be the last one to hit both of those goals and just by being you.”
Jasmine leads me out of the room and down toward the front of the club. “We open in ten, but you’ll be backstage for a bit. I recommend drinking water and stretching a bit while you have time.”
“I think you'll do well out there in what you’re wearing. I suspect it’ll rile Drake up a bit.”
Do I want him riled up and more than he already is? I think I do. My skin tingles in anticipation of his touch.
“Masks are over there. We have a variety of coverages depending on how much you want to reveal, but keep in mind the patrons are looking at Drake's hands more than your face.”
“And I suggest you unblock him before he gets you on that stage. You’ll need a safe word, too.”
Asparagus. Artichoke. Choke. Is choking considered impact play? I’ve been digging through masks backstage and trying to think of a safe word that isn’t a mouthful.
Jasmine went to help Mason. I don’t know who that is, but I suspect it’s the guy I saw earlier. I pick out a black lace mask that covers the upper half of my face. Thank goodness they have mirrors back here. The lighting could use some work, though.
Mask in hand, I set out to find Jasmine. Unfortunately, I ran into Drake first.
“I’m still very blocked, or you’re ignoring me… which is it?”
He asked, pinning me against the wall in the hallway. I swallow hard, trying to stop from salivating over his dominance.
“I was busy thinking of a safe word, and I picked a mask.”
“Well, what is your safe word?”
I crooked my finger at him, hoping he’d get the idea and lean down so I could whisper in his ear. He understood the assignment and bent down as I pushed up on my tippy toes.
“Bubblegum,” I whispered in his ear. He chuckled.
“Limits?” his next question is harder to answer.
“I took the BDSM test, would that help? I was super honest when I did it. I saved the results on my phone.”
“Let me see.” He ordered, and I obeyed without protest. His presence made me feel both bratty and submissive at the same time. Like I’d get on my knees if he asked, but only after telling him to make me.
I handed him my phone and reminded myself of my safe word.
Drake took my phone in one hand and tilted my chin up with the other.
“I regret the choice I made to let you live your life, but only slightly. You were young, and I wasn’t ready to take that away from you.
” His head dipped, leaving the lightest of kisses on my lips.