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CHAPTER SIX
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I know he prefers brunettes, so I invited a couple for him to choose from.
They’re both gorgeous subs I’ve seen around the club lately.
I haven’t had a chance to properly meet them, but I’m sure either and or both will do.
All that matters is that they follow instructions and make him happy tonight.
Baden is on time, as usual. The man is never late; always punctual. He’s wearing a different suit than he did at the office today, but he looks tired. I recently found out he was married–he never mentioned her before, but I guess she was going back to Germany because things weren’t working out.
I almost felt a sense of relief, like I could now have him to myself. What a stupid and selfish thing to think. He’ll never be mine; he’s not that type of man.
“Samantha. Tiffany. This is Baden. He’s a very experienced Dom, so you are in excellent hands.” I wink at him, then turn towards the door to leave and give them privacy. He takes a step in front of me and looks down into my eyes. I’m tall, but he’s even taller.
“Why don’t you join us? There are two girls after all.
” It wasn’t a request, but a demand. Baden doesn’t ask–he takes what he wants.
He knows I won’t ever deny a request from him, so he uses that to his advantage, but never like this.
I don’t know if I can do this with him. I’m not a shy man, especially when it comes to anything sex related, but Baden intimidates me.
“This is your club after all. Why don’t you get them ready for us? I’m going to freshen up first.” He rolls up his sleeves and heads toward the bathroom.
“Undress. The safe word is red. And do as you're told. Understood?” I growl as my heart pounds wildly in my chest. The girls nod in obedience and undress. By the time Baden comes out of the bathroom, they’re both lying on the bed waiting.
I only take off my jacket and wait for his instructions. We’re all at his mercy tonight.
We both made it back to my apartment in the early hours of the morning.
My future goal is to buy myself a luxury condo in one of the high-rises downtown.
With a couple more years of working for Baden under my belt, I should be able to afford one, no problem.
I’m sticky with sweat from earlier and can’t wait to wash it off.
I tried my best not to watch him, but I couldn’t help myself.
I kept finding myself stealing quick glances when I thought he wouldn’t notice; it was the only thing keeping my dick hard.
Hearing him breathe heavily, grunt, and talk her through it made my knees weak.
I wish it were me instead of some random woman at the club.
I collapse onto the couch, my head spinning from the last few drinks we had after our session in the private room. Baden looks even more exhausted than he did before.
“What’s wrong?” I ask as I close my eyes and will the room not to spin around me.
“Gerald quit tonight,” he sighed. My eyes popped open, and I looked over at him. He’s focused on the carpet in front of us.
“What–why? What the fuck happened? He never said he was leaving!” Gerald was Baden’s business partner after his father died and left him the company. There was never any sign that he was unhappy and wanted to leave.
“He wanted to go back to Germany. Get married and settle down. I don’t blame him.” He whispers.
Shit. We have too many accounts, and work for Baden to do alone. I’m even struggling with the workload I have right now, but I wouldn’t ever admit that to him. “What are you going to do?”
“Simple. Make you my partner.” This time he faces me, and he has a small smile on his face.
“I trust you, Eric. You’ve never let me down or said no to me.
Even tonight–I want to bring you in and share everything with you.
I think you're ready.” His hand gently lands on my thigh, and instead of recoiling from his touch, I lean into it.
He has given me something I have craved my entire life. Acceptance and trust. He has opened up the entire world for me to hold in my hand, but on one condition. I can’t say no. I have to surrender myself to him, even in ways he doesn’t know yet.
“Thank you, Baden. I won’t let you down–I promise.” I say sincerely. His eyes are soft, and for a split second I watch them travel down to my lips, but he glances back at my eyes again.
“I know you won’t. You should get some rest; we’ll talk more tomorrow.
I’m going to head home. Goodnight Eric.” He gives me one last squeeze and stands.
His mouth opens as if he wants to say something else, but then closes again, and he silently leaves the apartment.
Once he’s gone, I let out a long breath.
The rest of my life starts in the morning, but I’m not afraid. I’m excited. It’s the first time I’ve ever looked forward to the future while still holding onto my past.
It’s time to leave the pain, anger, and abandonment behind if I want to move on. I’m not that person anymore, and there is nothing or no one that will ever make me feel that way again.
I won’t let them, and neither will Baden.