I can almost picture the anger in his eyes, and it sends a shiver down my spine.
Carla finishes hanging up a white ball gown, and then turns to grin at me. "Just remember to relax and enjoy yourself," she advises. "A good Dom will make you feel safe in surrendering to him." She pauses and bites her lower lip, as if unsure if she should say something else. "And let me know all the dirty details tomorrow!" she blurts out.
"Seriously?" I give her a pointed look. "But you just scolded me earlier about the NDA."
Carla scowls at me with consternation. "Fuck the NDA! Lucian is hot as fuck. I want to know what happens, or else!" She gestures at the leftover work. "Besides, you owe me for leaving me to deal with all this alone. Hopefully Lucian leaves a red print on that ass for me in revenge." She gives me a devious grin, and I imagine her mind is filled with dirty, depraved thoughts.
I blush furiously and let out a laugh. "My, my, that attitude isn't very submissive, is it? But okay. I'll be sure to take notes."
Carla mimics the thumbs up Debra loves to give when someone is doing a good job. "Good girl."
I laugh again and leave Carla to clean up our mess and make my way downstairs, my heels clicking against the floor. I walk into one of the work restrooms and make sure it's empty before I walk over to the mirror. I need to freshen up before I meet with Lucian's driver. I feel like I can barely breathe as I lean against the granite counter. I would've preferred to go home to take a shower after spending all day on my feet, but Lucian had been adamant. He wanted me right at six fifteen, and not a moment after. I shouldn't be surprised. This is a man who is used to getting what he wants. And he wants me. Again, I can hardly believe this is real. One point six million, with a super handsome and ultra-wealthy Dom willing to fulfill my fantasies. And eight hundred thousand of that money goes to me. It's just too much to take in.
Anxiety and desire roll through me thinking about the way Lucian demanded that I be available for him. Sitting there in that chair, he looked like a man that was dying of thirst. Like he would've done anything in that moment to get a drink of me. And I want to satisfy that thirst. My blood chills at the thought of him looking at me like my last ex did. Like somehow he'll know I'm not enjoying it. That I'll be disappointing him if I can't get off when he wants, how he wants. I take in a steadying breath. No, I think and shake my head. Neither of my exes would've even known about my problems if I hadn't told them. And this is about me pleasing Lucian. I can do this, and Lucian doesn't need to know about how broken I am.
After several deep breaths, I feel a bit calmer. I finish washing up, and focus on fixing my hair and makeup. When I'm satisfied with my appearance, I leave the bathroom and make my way out into the vast lobby and toward the front exit, marked by two glass double doors.
My heart seems to pound harder with each step, and by the time I reach the doors, I'm out of breath. I can't stop trembling. I'm filled with anxiety over what's to be my first sexual encounter in years. It's been a long time since I've been with a man, and the last few encounters only left me feeling disappointed and let down. A part of me is afraid this will end up being no different.
Outside, a Rolls Royce with tinted windows is waiting for me by the sidewalk. The driver is leaning against the car and immediately pushes off and straightens his shoulders when he sees me. I don't even have to guess whose car it is.
I place my hand on the cool silver handles of the glass double doors, steadying myself, my legs feeling like they're going to buckle. Another few minutes and I'll be running late. I need to get out there, but I have the sudden urge to run away.
I can do this. Everything is going to be okay.
Taking a deep, calming breath, I swing open the doors and walk outside.
Chapter 11
Lucian
I loosen my tie as I finally get to my penthouse. She should be here any minute. I wanted to be in the car with Joseph when he picked her up, but work took priority. Besides, we can discuss matters in the playroom. Quickly.
I'm ready to feel that tight pussy milking my cock. I couldn't even sleep last night I was so fucking hard for her. The last hours of work nearly killed me. I sigh heavily and toss my tie onto the large circular table in the front hall. Now that I'm home, she'll be able to relieve my stress.
Just knowing that simple fact makes every muscle in my body relax. As if on cue, I hear Joseph's footsteps and her heels walking down the hall.
I don't wait for him to enter. I shrug off my jacket, leaving it on the front table with my tie and open the door myself. Joseph's walking behind Miss Days as he looks up and answers, "Ah, here he is now. Mr. Stone," he greets me.
Dahlia's stopped and looks back at me with widened eyes, staring at me with a mix of fear and lust. Perfect.
Joseph brings in the duffel bag he's carrying and sets it down in the foyer. He's a quiet man. He doesn't ask unnecessary questions, and that's why I like him.
"Thank you Mr. Brennan, that's all for today."
"Good day," he says then nods his head and turns to leave. I'm not usually so short with him. But right now I have one thing on my mind.
"Mr. … sir," Dahlia corrects herself and blinks several times, still not sure what to say or what name to use. An asymmetric smirk forms on my face. She looks gorgeous. Her hair is styled into loose waves and resting over her shoulders, covering her breasts. Her blouse is baggy, and hides her figure. It's fashionable, but it needs to come off. It would look far better on the floor than on my treasure.
"Come in, Dahlia," I say barely above a murmur, stepping back and opening the door wider.
She nods, and noticeably swallows. I wait patiently as she walks in slowly. I know she's timid, but that's going to change quickly. I'm going to enjoy the transition.
I stop her, with my hand on her waist and lean out slightly to show her the keypad on the outside of the door. "You'll come here every day, and Mr. Brennan will get you up the stairs," she turns and stares down the hallway to the elevator, "and here you'll enter in a code specifically for you so you can wait for me." I've already set in her code. "It'll only be active from six thirty to seven, so don't be late."
She nods her head and says, "Yes sir."
Good girl. I place my hand on the small of her back, shutting the door and leading her out of the front room and straight to the stairs. She's glancing around and taking it all in, but I have no intention of showing her anything other than the playroom today. Well, and the guest room later tonight since I know I'll be needing her in the morning.
I'm rushing her and I know that I am, but I need to get this first part out of the way and over with. We've wasted nearly an entire day, and I'm eager to start her training.
As I lead her up the stairs she walks with her head down, and her breathing comes in heavier.
"I want you to wait for me in this room," I say as I get to the second door on the left. She stands patiently as I open the door.
I wait for her to enter, letting her curiosity lead her in. Her steps are slow and hesitant, but she walks into the room and takes everything in. Her own desire leads her to the bed in the center of the room, her fingers running along the comforter.
I close the door as quietly as possible and watch as she walks over to the row of whips and punishment tools.
"Pick one." My command startles her as she gasps and turns around. Her slightly frightened look only makes me want her more.
"I want to know what you most enjoy, and what would be the best punishments as well." I walk over to her slowly as she nods her head and looks back at the wall of toys to choose from.
Her fingers gently brush the tails of a whip and I think she's going to choose it, but instead she moves to a simple paddle. I like both equally, and so I'm fine with that.
I take it from her trembling hands and set it on the bed. The cuffs are already attached to the frame, and the spreader is ready for her, too. I set up everything last night.
"I want to jump into our first session, Dahlia." Her stance is tense, and her breathing is coming in pants. When I finally get a chance to sink my fingers into her pussy I know she's going to be soaking wet for me. I can't fucking wait.
I start unbuckling my belt. And I give her a simple command. "Strip."
She starts to slowly and sensually remove her clothes, but I haven't the time for that. I want her too badly to enjoy a tease.
"Faster. I want you naked and ready for me when I come in here. You should be naked and kneeling next to the end of the bed. Go there now."
Her eyes widen, and she looks away as though she's embarrassed. As if she's done something wrong, and I don't like it. She didn't know my preferences, so she has no reason to feel self-conscious. Maybe it's the way I'm being short with her, I'm not certain, but if it is then she'll learn not to let it bother her. Or else she'll be miserable for the next few weeks.