by L. J. Dee
“Does the punishment still stand?” I asked as he smiled gently.
“I’m thinking of revising it,” he said as my eyes lit up in hope, knowing I could cope with anything rather than abstinence. “But first we need to talk,” he said as my stomach sank. This sounded serious.
“This arrangement requires an enormous amount of trust and that works both ways. You say you feel like you have no rights, but if you’re upset, I need to know. You have to share that. I can read your body, but your mind is a whole different thing and it’s important that I know what’s going on in your head. If you feel afraid to share things, or that it’s not your place to do so, it worries me,” he said as I frowned at him.
“You told me I couldn’t contact you,” I said, my exasperated confusion evident as he nodded.
“I know, Jess. I thought we had established a deeper bond of trust and understanding than is obviously the case. I thought you would cope, or know to contact me if it’s something serious. The contract is a guideline and punishments are designed to teach you a lesson, not destroy you,” he said as I sighed deeply, knowing that I’d failed, angry that I’d let him down.
“While you are my submissive, we are exclusive. I thought you understood that,” he said. There was no doubt things would be clearer and simpler if our relationship was different, but we were compartmentalising and I needed to know if I could really do this before I fell any deeper under the spell of the glorious man who was turning me inside out.
“Now I’ve had the chance to think about it, I understand what I did wrong and what triggered it. I didn’t like that you were away with her, but it was the phone call that tipped me over the edge. I shouldn’t have listened, but I did, and the thought of Roberta seducing you like that curdled the blood in my veins. When I got your flowers, I thought I was just another bit of smutty fluff on the side,” I said as he stared at me seriously, his eyes blazing into mine and frowning deeply as I swallowed hard.
“What phone call?” he asked as I tried to evade his confused and piercing blue gaze. The last thing I needed was him to accuse me of spying. Jesus Christ, he’d think I’d lost the plot.
“It doesn’t matter,” I whispered as he grabbed my chin firmly, forcing me to face him.
“The hell it doesn’t. What fucking phone call?” he urged and I knew that I’d have to tell him about my eavesdropping. It wasn’t as if I’d done it on purpose.
“I went up to your office whilst you were away. I needed to collect a couple of things from my old desk,” I said, deciding not to share the fact that I wanted to smell him. That would just make me sound like a weirdo. “Melody was on the phone when I walked in. I didn’t realise at first who she was speaking to until she said how you belonged together and that taking her to the restaurant where you proposed must be a sign. She told her to vamp it up, remind you what you were missing. She told her that she bought trinkets and sent flowers to lots of different girls for you and they were all just smutty pieces of fluff that wouldn’t hold your interest. She said Roberta was the only girl you’d recently dated and that she’d be the next.”
“I see,” he said coolly, trying to rein in the anger that was simmering under the surface as I gazed at the floor. I wasn’t certain whether he was angry with me, Melody, Roberta or all of us, but his demeanour was making my stomach churn nervously.
“It makes things clearer on why you behaved like you did, but here we are again, Jess,” he said sternly as I looked up at him.
“What do you mean?” I asked quickly as he smiled gently, taking my hand in a reassuring gesture that warmed my heart.
“It’s the same reaction you had at the restaurant. Somebody else says something and you automatically think the worst and hold me responsible. I understand why that upset you, so you should have called. You should have used your common sense and voiced your fears to me directly so I could have put your mind at rest. I am tied to Roberta in the business, but our relationship is ancient history. The restaurant was suggested by the suppliers and I didn’t even connect the two things. That engagement lasted a few days and it wasn’t like my heart was in it. I could also have told you that since we met, Melody has not bought trinkets or flowers for anyone. I buy yours. There is no one else. You have to understand that you will hear things about me from lots of people and that is out of my control. Unless it has come from me, or I confirm it to you, then it shouldn’t matter. You should have told me this immediately, Jess. My reaction may well have been different, and not as severe.”
I wanted to believe him despite the persistent, niggling doubts and insecurities, but something was stopping me. I felt better that I’d got things off my chest, but I’d been through such a gut wrenching roller coaster of emotions I felt like there was only one course of action I could take.
I pulled away from his grasp, wiping my eyes and sitting up straight, knowing that the next few days would be hell on earth, but it was the only way I’d truly know if we could go on. “Let the punishment stand,” I said as he cast a puzzled frown on me, holding my gaze as I swallowed hard.
“I need to know that I can do this, that I’m strong enough, because right now I don’t feel it. If I’m not, Lucas, I have to walk away,” I said as his gaze darkened and I couldn’t read his expression at all. I stood, grabbing my bag, ready to leave.
“Why do I feel like I’ve just been topped from the fucking bottom?” he said as I shook my head, leaving the room and the club and not looking back. I had to prove to myself that I was capable of continuing down this path and enforced abstinence from Lucas was the only way I could do that, however crazy it seemed.
I walked through the main gates, wishing I wasn’t wearing heels and wondering where the hell the bus stop was, pulling my coat tightly around my shivering body as I paced the tarmac of the long country road when I heard the car approaching slowly behind me.
“Get in,” said the firm voice as the door opened and I slid into the back seat as we sat in silence. “I’m taking you home, baby,” Lucas said softly as I nodded, his big firm hand sliding over mine in an intimate show of support as I turned to look at him, smiling softy.
“I am sorry,” I said as he nodded, running the soft pad of his thumb over my knuckles as we made our way back to the city.
We were both deep in thought when we pulled up at the apartment and said our goodbyes, the look on his face suggesting he wasn’t sure who was being punished the most now, and the thought filled me with hope, knowing that I’d taken back some control. However excruciating a week without Lucas would be, the thought of losing myself over a man I could never have completely was infinitely worse.
CHAPTER 25
I threw myself into work and the party for the club for four days straight, finalising the details I’d agreed with Zac and it was completely over the top and absolutely absurd.
“Christ on a bike, Sis, what the hell sort of party is this?” laughed Chas as she looked through the outfits I was requesting the waiting staff wear.
“It’s a really exclusive sex club,” I grinned as she shook her head in astonishment.
“What are you doing about food?” she asked and I couldn’t control the broad smile that spread across my face.
“I want you to provide it, but it needs to be cold, nothing hot,” I laughed as she eyed me suspiciously.
“Why not?” she asked seriously as I took a deep breath, not certain what on earth she would make of my outrageous plan.
“We’ll be serving it off naked bodies,” I smiled, showing her the images I’d downloaded as she stared at me aghast.
“Where do you expect to find people who’ll agree to that?” she gasped.
“I’ve already done it. We’re paying them a fortune but the effect will be worth it.”
“I hope their genitals will be covered, Jess, that’s got to break every hygiene law in the book,” she almost shouted as I nodded.
“Very small flesh coloured thongs. So we need food that’s not covered in sauce, can
be placed in small wrappings and won’t bring our models out in a rash,” I said, knowing it was a pretty tall order as she sat there in muted shock, shaking her head.
“I can’t wait to tell Patrick this one,” she said as I shrugged.
“It will be fun, Chas, but be careful who you employ, it’s pretty full on in there, you’ll need to warn them,” I smiled.
“Will Charlie be there?” she asked suddenly as I shook my head.
“No, this is nothing to do with Hunter Enterprises. It’s a private client,” I said, certain that Lucas would have mentioned it if he was. She let out a small sigh of relief and I wasn’t sure why, but didn’t get the chance to ask.
“Is this something to do with Lucas?” she asked as I nodded and she stared at me momentarily wide eyed. She had an idea of what we did, but this was a whole new level. “You do all this stuff with him?” she asked as I nodded; not altogether certain whether it was past or present tense. Today my week of abstinence was up and I was hoping to find out.
I didn’t want to talk about it any further and I could see she was gearing up with a barrage of unwelcome questions about my love life, saved by the ringing phone on my desk. “Evangelista and Hunter,” I answered.
“Get your gorgeous, sexy arse up to my office now,” came the low deep voice as my heart flipped all over my chest, unable to stave off the grin that was breaking all over my face.
“From that expression I’m guessing that was the dickwad,” she said as I cast her an icy glare.
“I’ve got a meeting. Go and sort out this food situation,” I laughed, standing to leave as she gathered the mock up photos from my desk and pulled on her coat.
“This is going to be one wild ride,” she grinned, hugging me before she left, not knowing that it was exactly what I was thinking but for entirely different reasons.
I couldn’t get up there fast enough, desperate to see the man I had missed so much and thankful that the abstinence was over. The first three days had been hell on earth. He had reassured me with his words as I’d broken down at the club, but the plethora of emotions was difficult to reconcile. I had done it, I was strong enough, but I never wanted to go a week again, knowing it was the worst punishment he could ever inflict. It was a tricky situation. He wanted to know how I felt and I knew from now on that I’d tell him, no matter how difficult or awkward it might be.
Melody’s desk was empty as I walked in, knocking lightly and pushing open the door to Lucas’s office tentatively as he looked up from his desk, his face set as I smiled brightly, flooded with warmth just at the sight of him. He stood, rounding the desk and beckoning me over to the large sofa that spanned the side wall of his room.
I took a seat, looking up at him, his expression unreadable as I cast him a puzzled frown. Was he happy to see me? I couldn’t tell.
“How have you been?” he asked eventually as I blew out a huge sigh, my natural reaction to the punishment I’d incurred.
“Not great. It’s been a horrible week,” I said as he nodded slowly, sitting next to me, hands twisted in his lap and a deep frown set on his brow.
“It’s not going to work, Jess,” he said as I stared at him, wide eyed and swallowing hard, my churning stomach in knots at the look on his face as he reached across, stroking my hair gently away from my face and gazing into my eyes.
“What do you mean?” I asked, panicked and unsure, a thousand questions raging in my mind. I’d tried so hard to stay away after my meltdown, thought I’d done well and I couldn’t grasp what he was saying, suddenly trying to stave off the tears. This was not turning out how I expected.
“I know I messed up, Lucas, but I tried really hard to stay away,” I said, glancing up at him as he smiled, laughing softly.
“Yeah I know, I was kind of hoping you’d crack,” he said as my brow creased. What?
“I don’t understand,” I said eventually, breaking the silence as he grabbed me suddenly, pulling me onto his lap, enveloping me in strong arms and planting a soft, lush kiss on my mouth as I turned to look at him. God, I’d missed that.
I kissed him back, tenderly at first then harder, unable to pull away. Perhaps I shouldn’t but I didn’t care, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him further into me. His lips were like a drug and I’d abstained for far too long, teasing his mouth open with my tongue, the low groan in his throat spurring me on. I moaned against him, suddenly frantic and hurried, desperate to taste him, devour him and feel every beautiful inch of him as he lifted me, throwing me against the soft leather and trapping me underneath him. Now he was in control.
The feel of his body, his taste and his smell were intoxicating, his warm hands gliding across my body as I touched him everywhere I could reach. We were needy and passionate, consumed in one another, raging lust overtaking everything else. Our merged lips never broke contact as he unbuttoned my dress, letting it fall open as he stroked my nipples through the thin lace of my bra and I gasped out loud.
There was no stopping me now as I grabbed his shirt, pulling mercilessly as he gripped my wrists tightly, throwing them over my head. “Don’t move,” he growled dangerously as I moaned against his mouth, loving the intimacy and the demands I had missed so much. I arched my body further into his, gasping as his teeth gently bit my nipples, releasing them from the prison of my bra and sending a surge of electricity straight between my thighs.
“Oh God, I missed you, Sir,” I whispered breathily, feeling the length of his erection pushing against me as a low deep groan rumbled through his throat. I spread my legs instinctively, opening myself to him, inviting him in and resisting the urge to move my arms and pull him deeper into me. He had told me not to move them and that was enough – they may well have been bound with rope, such was my instinct to obey.
He stroked his hand firmly over my shivering skin, pulling at my panties and watching as the strings of the thong burned deep red grooves into the sides of my hips as I moaned out loud. He had no implements but he was marking me, his eyes blazing as my skin changed colour. I was his and he was leaving me something to make sure I remembered that, not that I needed reminding. The man was incredible and impossible to forget, dominating my body and my mind in a way that was almost inconceivable.
He was pulling the fabric slowly and strongly, tearing it free from my searing flesh before the pain became unbearable and he inhaled deeply, my glistening pussy demanding and ready and every inch of it on show for him.
“I can smell your need, baby,” he said, blue eyes eclipsed by huge pools of black as they gazed into mine and he enveloped my swollen lips with a determination that almost sent me over the edge. Juices seeped onto my thighs in a wanton display of neediness, and I couldn’t give a fuck if anyone walked in now. I cared about nothing else but the beautiful man on top of me and claiming his body as he had claimed mine.
“Please, Sir,” I begged as his eyes flashed in lustful satisfaction. Patience was a lesson I still hadn’t mastered and not one I wanted to learn now. Watching Lucas undo his zipper and free his huge, thick cock, I knew he was in no mind to teach me.
He rolled a condom tightly over the bulging veins as I licked my lips, taking in the glorious sight of that delectable shaft, crying out as he plunged it inside me, my insides contracting firmly around him. “Fuck, baby, yes,” he groaned as I cried out my satisfied response, revelling in the feel of Lucas, hot and hard and pounding into me. His need was as palpable as mine and he swathed me in pleasure, familiar spasms gripping my insides as he kissed and nibbled the sweet spot at the apex of my neck.
“Come for me, Jess, show me how much you missed me baby,” he growled, grabbing my throat with his hand, resting it firmly against the skin he’d ignited with his kisses. The sudden fierce change in contact was intoxicating and confusing as he stared into my eyes, pushing harder as I gasped for breath. I was coming apart and unravelling beneath him, gasping for air as an almighty orgasm ripped through my body, cloaking every cell in ecstasy as I screamed his name. He was ro
lling out my pleasure, unrelenting with his punishing thrusts, those small waves building again before they had even subsided. He resumed his kisses against the skin of my neck, hands gripping my hair roughly before drawing me into a kiss so demanding it sucked the very air from my lungs.
Suddenly without warning he flipped me over as I cried out, immediately missing the pressure on my demanding clit as he spanked my arse, hoisting it high into the air before spreading my cheeks wide. “I sincerely hope you have no plans tomorrow, sweetheart, because I doubt you’ll be able to walk.”
I heard him spit before I felt the burst of wetness against my arse and his hands moved slowly across my folds, gathering up my juices and merging them with his own.
It should have felt demeaning and undignified but it didn’t, it just felt incredible. If it was humiliating, I was wallowing in it and growing wetter by the second. “You made me wait a fucking week and now I’m going to take what no one else has” he said firmly, the deep sexual aggression in his voice making me moan out loud and I knew that Lucas was as lost in me as I was in him.
The thought was intoxicating. Mr in control couldn’t control himself now as he forced me open wider, spitting again and inserting two fingers hard and fast inside my arse as I gasped in pain or pleasure, I wasn’t sure. The feeling was new, raw and unusual. It would be tight and it would hurt, but I didn’t care. Unravelling Lucas was what I wanted and needed more than anything, knowing that in turn would unravel me as I felt the wide end of his cock nudging against my virgin hole.
“Oh God, Lucas,” I cried out, trying to open myself as fear clenched me tight, but he wasn’t letting me go.
“It’s Sir,” he growled, grabbing and squeezing my tits so hard I yelped. “Relax and it won’t hurt as much, but either way you’re getting fucked in the arse,” he said, his voice so deep and raspy, dripping with sex and I knew there was no way out, not that I wanted one. I gasped as his fingers moved back to my tender hole, opening me wider until the very tip of his cock was inside.
