She's just busy for the moment. My desk phone rings as I breathe out and I glare at it. Hating the constant reminder that I'm stuck here instead of being with her. I'm tense and on edge. Close to ripping this fucking office apart.
I could do what I've done for the past three years. I could go to my gym and take my aggression out there. But I want to fuck. I want the exertion. I need the release.
I want to unwind and get lost in the feel of her tempting body.
You need to answer when I call you.
I press send on the text and sit in my seat, ignoring yet another phone call. I have actual work to do and I pay my lawyer and the agency enough money to take care of these problems for me. I should just let it roll off my shoulders and get this contract completed, but now I'm fixated on my treasure.
I go through at least a dozen emails, all with only partial focus. I keep thinking about Dahlia. Wondering what she's doing. I should know. I own her right now. My eyes dart from the screen to my phone.
Ten minutes later, and still nothing.
I expect you to be available for me at all times. I send the text, feeling the anger rise higher.
She knows this. Dahlia's a smart woman. She's intelligent and knows the rules of this relationship. She's never been a Submissive, but she knows enough.
And I fucking paid for her. If I wanted I could have her at my feet right now, sucking me off. My dick instantly hardens with need at the thought. That's exactly what should be happening right now.
I understand she's busy, and that she wasn't expecting me. I hold on to the last thought. I can be reasonable. My expectations weren't made clear, and I assumed too much. She should know to wait for my call. But I haven't explicitly told her.
Anger simmers on the surface; I paid for her. Her time is mine, and I've been generous. Maybe too generous.
This is my fault, but when I get my hands on her, I'll make sure this never happens again.
Chapter 18
Dahlia
You need to answer when I call you.
I pull at the hem of my blouse with worry as I sit in the back seat of Lucian's Rolls Royce, reading his last text to me. I've texted him back several times, but he hasn't responded since he told me to wait for the car. I bite my lower lip, upset that I missed his calls and disappointed him. Worry stirs in the pit of my stomach as I meet Joseph's eyes in the rearview mirror.
I was at the mall shopping when he sent the texts and calls, busying myself with a gift for him, and my phone was at the bottom of my purse. I simply didn't hear it.
Everything is going to be okay, I tell myself, trying not to worry. Lucian will understand.
I glance down at the small bag at my side, my gift to Lucian. I got him a coffee mug from a gift shop. He drinks it non stop. It's the first thing he gets in the morning. The words emblazoned on the side say, "Please, sir." When I bought it, I thought it was funny. Now I think it's stupid as hell. It's been fifteen days but it feels like so much longer.
I just wanted to get him something to say thank you. Lucian has been positively spoiling me over the last two weeks, sending boxes and boxes of expensive clothes, high heels, designer purses and seductive fragrances to my apartment door.
I'm still in shock over how much he's splurging on me, especially after buying my contract for so much. The cost of these gifts has to number in the thousands, and they're the nicest things anyone has ever bought me. It's hard not to think that Lucian cares about me since he's going to all this trouble. I just wanted to do something nice for him in return. I feel like there's something between us. Or there was. Now I'm just filled with worry.
I could be fooling myself though. Lucian's a billionaire. Money probably means nothing to him. A few thousand bucks to spend on his fuck toy that he'll discard within a few days probably doesn't make him bat a single eyelash.
My lips part into a soft sigh and my heart does a flip as I look out of the window and see Lucian. He looks hot as fuck, casually leaned back against the club's back wall, wearing black silk slacks and a white shirt that's unbuttoned at the collar, showcasing his tanned skin beneath, his hands stuffed in his pockets. He's wearing the same black mask he had on when I first met him, his eyes gazing at me through it with that intensity that makes me shiver.
As the car comes to a stop, he pushes off the wall and opens the door before Joseph can get out. "You've kept me waiting." There's a slight edge in his voice that causes my skin to prickle.
I grip my gift bag, intent on offering it to Lucian as a peace offering, and begin to open my mouth to say sorry, when Lucian gestures sharply and says, "Leave it. You won't be needing that."
"But it's a gift for you-" I begin to protest.
"Put it away," Lucian growls dangerously, stepping away from the wall and moving toward me. "Let Joseph take it away with him. You can retrieve it later."
I lower my head with shame at how close I'd come to arguing with my Dom. My heart beats faster, and anxiety swirls in my lower belly. Shit. "Yes, sir." Joseph appears at my side to take the gift bag from me as I get out of the car and stand by Lucian. Shivering with apprehension, I watch as he starts the engine and rolls off, leaving us alone.
I turn when I hear a step at my side and I look up into Lucian's mask, seeing only his piercing eyes. I let out a gasp and jump a little when he grabs me by the hips firmly, his touch sending sparks of electricity along my skin, pulling me into him. My breathing turns into soft pants as my core heats from being so close to his hard body. Below, I can feel his huge cock pressing against my stomach, pulsing with powerful need.
"I-I-I'm sorry," I stutter, unable to think clearly under his penetrating gaze, "about not seeing your text. I was shopping and my phone was at the bottom of my bag on vibrate." I cringe at how pathetic I sound, waiting for some type of punishment from Lucian, but he doesn't say anything and the corner of his lips curl up into a hint of a smile.
"Come," is all he says, pulling me along to a door in the private side entrance where two men in black suits and sunglasses stand guard. He makes a gesture at the two men, some sign that I can't quite make out, and they nod and open the door for us.
I follow Lucian as he drags me inside to a dark hallway with dim lighting. The lighting is so low that I can't really see, and I have to hold onto Lucian to make sure I don't bump into anything. We round a corner and the low lighting changes to a dark red. I look around, trying to get my bearings, but all I see are multiple doors up and down the hall. I don't know where Lucian's taking me; I've never been in this part of the club before.
At the end of the hallway are two large double doors. Lucian stops us in front of them and quickly punches in a code on a metal box mounted on the side panel. I hear a clicking sound and the doors swing open. My breath catches in my throat as I step into a room awash with grey and white.
In the center of the room sits an elegant bed with a canopy, its lush comforter matching the colors of the room, and at the foot of the bed is a plush grey couch. The walls seem to be lined with a grey velvet fabric, and the curtains are a creamy white. Several elegant desks are placed on either side of the room and there is a large china cabinet filled with sexual toys and devices.
This must be one of the private rooms, I think to myself as I hear the doors slam shut behind me. Elegant and high class, but still equipped with the right stuff.
Before I can take in everything, I'm roughly jerked into Lucian's arms from behind. I tremble against his hard body, my mind racing with anticipation of what's to come, feeling his huge hard dick pressing up against my ass and his breath hot on my neck.
"Sorry isn't good enough, treasure," he growls in my ear, causing my pussy to clench with insatiable need.
"Sir," I whimper softly not knowing what to say, aching to have his cock thrusting inside of my swollen pussy. I want him to punish me for my crime, ravaging my pussy with his big hard dick while spanking my ass like I've stolen something. God. I fucking crave it.
I cry out as he grips my blouse and lets out a bestial grunt, practically tearing it apart with his bare hands and then moving on to my bra, skirt and panties until I stand before him completely naked, trembling with need. My nipples pebble as the cool air hits them, and goosebumps rise on my flesh.
Without giving me time to react, Lucian drags me toward the bed and throws me on top of it. I land on the plush mattress with a bounce, my head slamming into the pillows. Before I can move, Lucian's on top of me, turning me onto my stomach, his hard dick throbbing against my ass, tying my hands and feet with grey cloth that he's pulled off the canopy. I tremble with my breath caught in my throat as he works, bucking slightly against him, but he's too strong. When he's done, I struggle against my binds, but they're tied so tight. He has me securely locked down.