10. Obey
Cassius
I’d messed up. Losing my mind over Faith and beating the shit out of one of our members was unwise, to say the least.
You know what that means,Sterling said.
And I did. It meant I didn’t have a lot of options. I could pretend that Faith meant nothing to me and that becoming unhinged was a relatively normal occurrence in my daily activities, but that would scare our members off. My only other option was to admit that Faith was special to me. I needed to buy out her contract if I wanted more than our three allotted encounters.
Which meant having a relationship with her. One without a contract.
Fuck.The whole reason I’d opened the club was to satisfy my cravings without a relationship. How had I ended up here, beating a patron bloody because he’d touched my virgin?
I stared at Faith. The image of her dancing with the other patron flashed in my mind. No. I’ll fucking drown him in the grotto before he ever touches her again. Him AND Darren Payne, that fucker.
“If you want me to leave the club, I will,” Faith said quietly, breaking my reverie. She lifted her chin.
“No.” My voice was hoarse.
“You’re the one who sent me back to the club,” Faith said. “I was just doing what you told me to do.”
I eyed her. I’d hardly told her to go and get felt up by another man, but she had a point.
“I don’t… I don’t know what you want me to do,” Faith said helplessly.
“I do.” I might not have all the answers, but I knew what I needed at that moment. Fighting the other patron off her and declaring her mine had awakened my inner caveman. And my caveman only cared about food, and fire, and fucking what was his.
“I’m going to take you again.”
Her eyes lit up. “But we’re not supposed to. Your brothers just said?—”
“I’m the fucking boss. I make the rules. And apparently, I break them.” I reached out to take her hand.
“No one has to know,” she said. She looked up at me with her big, wide eyes. “Bring me into a closet and fuck me. I don’t care where we do it.”
“I have something else in mind,” I said darkly.
And I did have something else in mind. Something I prayed would cleanse the girl from my system once and for all.
I was desperate.
If I bought out her contract, we’d be forced to try things in the real world. And the real world had never been kind to me.
Once Faith encountered my darker self, she’d want nothing to do with me. That was precisely what I needed. I needed her to break it off because I couldn’t seem to walk away.
I dragged Faith out of the office and down a private, dark hall in the back of the dungeon. I had plans for her. There were red flags everywhere, but armed with my contract—even though it seemed to be going up in smoke—I decided to say fuck it one last time. I’d already broken so many rules. I might as well add another one to the pile, lying to myself all the way home.
Deep down, I knew the truth. Faith had somehow become the only thing I cared about. I’d thought of little else since the afternoon I met her. My brother was right; I was obsessed with her. Watching her on the security cameras had been a mistake. As soon as I saw another man breathe in her general direction, I’d lost my shit.
So I’d taken her, hard, in my office. But I had to keep lying to myself, so I’d sent her back out there. Idiot. I wanted to punish myself for taking her again, for breaking the rules, for… feeling.
There was so much fucking feeling.
A caveman shouldn’t have feelings. Neither should a sex club owner.
Perhaps the best way to get rid of her was just to fuck her out of my system. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself nonstop.
Even though I’d been fucking her. Nonstop.
Even though she still wasn’t out of my system.
Still, I dragged her to the private dungeon room I’d been fantasizing about since I met her.
“Where are we going?” she asked, her voice innocent but expectant.
“To a private room. My private room,” I said, retrieving the black card from my pocket before pressing it against the large wooden door.
Faith was so close I could smell her shampoo as she pushed her long, thick blond hair over her shoulder. I knew if I looked down at her, I’d be a goner for those wide, sad eyes, but this wasn’t about how I felt. Cavemen don’t feel.
This was sex.
Opening the door, I knew better than to turn on the lights. A dim red glow hovered over the room, casting shadows over the array of toys. Faith didn’t hesitate. Instead, she went to a sleek two-step bench, running her fingers over the wooden piece. To the untrained eye, it might look like two large, padded boxes with metal rings on the side, but anyone who has lived the lifestyle knew precisely what it was for.
“What is this?” she asked, looking back at me, blinking slowly. She could have gone for something innocent, perhaps starting with one of the chaise lounges, but no, she had to go right in for the kill.
“It’s a spanking bench.” And oh, how I long to chain you to it. My queen, my virgin.
My fucking kryptonite.
My cock twitched. I started getting uncomfortably hard.
She cocked her head. “How does it work?”
This woman was so innocent. Just seeing her wide eyes had my cock rigid.
“Kneel,” I commanded. “And I’ll show you.”
Faith did as she was told, quickly dropping to her knees on the first box. She looked up at me, eager to please.
Fuuuuuck.
I kept my eyes locked on hers, watching them widen in the dim light as I went to the wall, running my fingers over each pair of cuffs until I found a soft pair. I didn’t want to hurt Faith, but I needed to restrain her.
“I’m going to strap you in. You’ll stretch from your hands here at the top,” I said, tapping the higher box. “And then your ankles at the bottom, where they are now.”
Her eyes were huge in her face. She swallowed hard but then nodded.
“Words. I need words, Faith.”
“Yes… Sir,” she whispered, and the sound went straight to my already aching cock. “I consent.”
Gripping her hands, I pressed them against the wood, relishing how soft her skin felt under my fingertips as I cuffed her to the bench. Slowly, I slid my hands down her supple body, clad in nothing than scraps of black lace.
Each brush of her skin under my fingers was like going to heaven, but I knew I had to stop. I couldn’t be obsessed with this woman.
And after she discovered exactly the kind of man I was, hopefully, she’d run.
“Did you see anyone get paddled in the dungeon tonight, Faith?” I kept my voice even as I stood up.
“Yes, Sir, I did,” she said, wiggling against the restraints. She didn’t try to break away; she seemed to be situating herself, preparing for whatever happened next. “One of the patrons was spanking one of the girls.”
“Did she appear to enjoy herself?” I asked.
Faith nodded. “He spanked her with a big paddle. Then he took her from behind, but he stopped. She begged for more, but he spanked her with the paddle again instead.”
“Hmm… I wonder what it would be like to paddle your luscious behind, Faith. You deserve a good spanking.”
“I do?” she squeaked, wriggling against the restraints. “I mean, I do, Sir…?”
I carefully selected a paddle from the wall. Lucky for her, it was one of the smaller ones. “You tempted me tonight. I saw you blowing kisses to the security camera. I know you wanted me to watch you.”
Faith’s eyes got huge in her face.
“You danced with another man. I saw you shake your ass. You wanted him.”
“No, I didn’t. I swear, Sir,” she babbled. “I just wanted you to be jealous.”
“Well, your plan worked.” I stalked toward her, my screaming erection jutting in her direction. I gripped the paddle in one hand. “I was jealous. And now, I’m going to take it out on you. I’m going to fuck you hard and spank you. You won’t ever look at another man once I’mthrough with you.”
Faith opened her mouth and then closed it. She stared at me with wide eyes.
“What do you have to say to that, Faith?”
“I guess all I have to say is…” Her voice trailed off, and she swallowed hard.
“Yes, Sir. I deserve it.” She bravely eyed the paddle. “So please give it to me.”
Oh, fuck. She fucking wants it.
And I was absofuckinglutely going to give it to her.
Slowly, I traced the curves of her perfect ass with the paddle. She moaned. “You like that?” I snapped, pulling the paddle back.
She nodded.
“Let’s see how you feel about this sensation.”
I lightly tapped the paddle against her bare ass, and a red welt immediately appeared on her pale skin. She yelped, the chains ringing through the room.
“Are you okay?” I asked, trying to keep my voice even though it broke me to know I could have hurt her.
“It didn’t hurt. I was just surprised. Sir,” she added hastily.
Her innocent words brought me to the next level. I bit down on my bottom lip, trying to hold in my emotion as I ran my fingers underneath her thong. Her slit was warm and soaking wet—holy shit, she was ready. “Fuck, Faith, you like that?”
“Yes, Sir. Can I have it harder?” she asked and wiggled her ass.
Keeping my one hand between her thighs, I used the other to expel another swat to her ass cheek, this time a little harder.
She moaned. Her pussy clenched tightly around my fingers.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I needed to be inside her, or I was going to explode.
“I’m going to fuck you while I spank you, Faith,” I said, undoing my belt buckle as I positioned myself behind her.
“Yes, please, Sir,” she panted.
I wrenched her teddy to the side and plunged my cock into her wet slit. She moaned, shaking against me, sucking me in. She was so warm, so tight against my cock. I smacked at her ass with the paddle, timing it to my thrust.
“Please, Sir, more. It feels so good, I can’t, I can’t, I’m…” Her words became a garbled mess as her orgasm exploded around my cock, squeezing the life out of me.
“Fuck, Faith. Give it to me.”
She shuddered as I plundered her with my cock. My strokes became savage; I saw white. It didn’t take long for me to follow after her, shooting my seed deep, deep inside.
I stayed inside of her longer than I should have, catching my breath as I tried to ignore the fast beating of my heart.
Pulling out, I quickly headed to the attached bathroom.
“Um… Sir?” she called. “Are you just going to leave me here?”
“Ha, no.” She was cracking jokes? I could barely think straight, but I returned with a bottle of cold water and a wet washcloth. Slowly, I undid each chain of her wrist, massaging them as they came undone.
“Thank you,” she said quietly, accepting the water.
I slid behind her, quickly cleaning her with the washcloth and undoing the ankle straps.
“That was amazing,” she said breathlessly.
“It was something, all right,” I agreed. I had planned to push Faith away, to frighten her with my darkness. Instead, she’d taken to being paddled like a duck to water. She’d lit up like a Christmas tree and come so hard she nearly shattered my cock.
Fuck me.This was not helping.
I hesitated for a moment. I wanted to ask her to come back and spend the night at my house, but that was against the rules and my plan. All of this was against the rules and my plan.
I’d just fucked her like I was crazy about her—like I was so jealous, I couldn’t see straight.
Because I was crazy about her.
And I was so jealous I couldn’t see straight.
“I think we need to let things calm down,” I said. “I want you to go back to your room, speak to no one, and get some rest.”
Faith let out a deep sigh that went straight to my already aching heart. “Yes, Sir.” But she looked disappointed.
Fuck it.Who was I pretending for? Her? Myself? My brothers? Maybe it was pretending that had gotten me into all this trouble in the first place.
Fuck it, I thought again. I was the boss. It was my fucking choice.
“Actually, babe, you’re coming home with me.” I snaked my arm around her waist, pulling her close. I would enjoy her sweet, nubile body all night and deal with the ramifications in the morning.
“Yes… Sir.” Pleased, she grinned. “Can we bring the paddle?”
Fuck,I thought. This girl.
She really might be the death of me.