Chapter 27 - A Plan in Action
Elliott’s POV
I lay naked against the headboard, the woman beside me laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. Her name was Tawny. She was a bartender from the Velvet Bruise, young, ambitious, and already convinced she was the exception to my rules.
I brought her home with me. In fact, we were in my bedroom discussing safe words and role play when my phone chimed. I reached for it, glanced at the name, and smiled. Julianne. I’d been expecting this message.
Julianne: Mission accomplished. He’s hooked. I like this one, I might keep him.
I looked at the clock. 1:45 a.m. here, 12:45 there. Always efficient.
I typed my reply slowly, savoring each word.
Elliott: Keep him as long as you want, and in Charleston. Stay in his orbit. If he comes to Highland Park to visit his kids, join him. I want everyone interested to know that man has moved on.
I pressed send and took a long sip of Scotch. The reply came almost instantly.
Julianne: With pleasure!
I smiled. I’m a fucking genius. I could picture her, precise, beautiful, dangerous in the midnight-blue dress I’d chosen for her. Julianne was built for this kind of manipulation. And Matt Taylor was exactly the kind of man who still believed beauty was coincidence.
Tawny propped herself on one elbow. “You working?”
“Finishing,” I said, sliding the phone aside. “Now I’m all yours.”
She leaned in to kiss me, and I let her, mind already drifting south to Charleston, and to how neatly every problem stayed exactly where I put it.
Tawny brushed her lips against my ear, “You are being a very bad boy, Eli.” She positioned herself on top of me and moved her hands up around my neck. “What happens to bad boys?”
I placed my hands on her arms to move her off of me when she smacked me across my face. I’m not going to lie, it stung like a bitch.
“I’m sorry Tonya. I was just… “ She slapped me again then got up and stood next to the bed. “On your knees you little fuck. My name is Tawny. You’re a rude bastard.”
I slowly moved off the bed and knelt in front of her. She was wearing a black leather corset detailed with small spikes that jutted out around her breasts. Her stilettos were a red patent leather the same color as her crop. I looked up at her, my face emotionless and waited for her next command.
She slapped the crop against her palm, the sound making my dick jerk with each contact. I had to be careful with this one. I heard that she liked to smack her crop across the cheek and I couldn’t wear marks on my face.
“On all fours you piece of shit! You don’t get to ignore me for some shady text at two in the morning and then turn around and call me some other woman’s name. You are going to pay for this.”
I whimpered. Like a little boy, the sound small and pitiful. The noise just fueled her need to dominate, bringing our kinks together in a perfectly sadistic scene. This was my first time with Tawny so testing her dominance was key for me.
I dropped down on all fours, bracing myself for the first strike. She circled me twice before delivering four sharp whips across my bare ass. My dick hardened to a point of discomfort. She noticed.
The sting from the lashes never resolved before another six came sharp, biting across my ass like a runaway flame. And oh how I loved the intensity of the pain. I lived for the swelling of the flesh and the weeping of the wounds. Pain was my true mistress.
She moved to my back, pushing her stiletto down first against my shoulder and then unleashing hell in five hits that made me bristle.
This was going too fast, I thought. I made a mental note to ask for a longer session next time. She was about to wrap up and I needed a bit more pain to get me through the night.
Her tone melted from command to invitation, yet the authority didn’t vanish, it simply…
curved. “Now, I’m going to fuck you, take my pleasure from you and leave you here to think about how rude and disgusting you are.
You are not allowed to make a sound. No more whimpers, little boy.
Now, lie on your back with your hands over your face. You don’t get to look at me.”
I bit my lip to hold back the smile. I turned slowly and moved to my back.
The carpet scraped against my open flesh.
My eyes rolled back into my head. My dick was at full attention.
She took complete advantage of it like a good little dominatrix.
She rode me like a bucking bronco until she came with a hard strike across my cheek.
The domino effect of the pain from the carpet, the masterful fucking and her hard slaps built up to an orgasm so intense I saw stars.
Tawny did exactly what she said she was going to do. She just did it too quickly, without savoring the moments or lingering in the pain long enough to make me tremble.
Within five minutes of Tawney leaving my room she was back in her sweat suit and cross trainers.
This didn’t surprise me. She had already told me that after care was more important to her than the role play itself.
I didn’t like nor did I need aftercare. My need for pain had nothing to do with submission.
The lingering effects kept me on a high for hours and that is what I chased like a drug.
She knelt beside me on the floor caressing my face. “You okay, Eli?”
With an exhausted smile, I nodded. “Thank you, sweetheart. That was perfect.”
“Come on, let me help you to the bed so I can get you cleaned up.”
I looked at her. I mean, really looked at her.
Red hair, green eyes, athletic build, and a pouty mouth that will one day soon be wrapped around my dick.
In all of that, she still lacked something.
Or maybe it was me. Maybe I was starting to cool off, and tiny bits of loneliness were starting to creep in.
“No need, Tawny. Thank you again. I will be around Velvet soon enough; we’ll catch up. You know the way out,” I said, dismissing her outright. Moments ago, I wanted more, and now, I just want her to leave.
Without another word, she turned and walked out.
I showered quickly, then went to my home office.
I pulled up the Sarah Taylor file that Sean compiled for me.
I was becoming quite a fan of hers. She was elegance and beauty wrapped in a tall blonde package of class.
She was stunning. Matt Taylor was a fool.
Lily might be beautiful, but Sarah Taylor was the total package.
I had spent the past few days stalking her.
Online. At her house. At her kids’ school.
Anywhere I could catch a glimpse. I found out she was an executive for The Concord Initiative, a non-profit with the most impressive balance sheet in the game.
I almost fanned out like a peacock when I found her email address on her executive bio page.
Julianne’s Second Sight Foundation would give me the opening I needed. I could picture them in the same room, mirrors of ambition and poise. I wondered which one would see through the other first. My money was on Sarah.
I knew I was obsessed. I needed something from her that I couldn’t quite understand. She fit the pattern I respected most; composed, principled, convinced she couldn’t be bought. In a way, she reminded me of a polished version of Sean.
It wasn’t like me, but I took a leap and submitted a request to Sarah’s work email asking to meet her this week to discuss Second Sight Foundation. The thought of being in her presence
I received the gala pictures of Julianne and Matt in my inbox about an hour before she texted me.
Now I just need to make sure Lily sees them.
I wonder how Sean will react seeing his ex-girlfriend of five years in the arms of the same man who posed a threat to his arranged marriage. I laughed out loud.
And Sarah. How would she react to her ex already parading another woman around Charleston? She would call it predictable. She would be right. But she would still feel it.
I checked the clock. 2:50 a.m. Even the city was asleep by now. I finished the last of my Scotch and set the glass down on the edge of my desk, the ring it left on the wood neat and deliberate.
Soon, I’d meet Sarah Taylor. She just didn’t know yet how lucky that made her. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to study her or consume her.