The Drazen World: Need (Kindle Worlds Novella)

by Liz Durano

“I want to come, Sir.”

  I let her go and pulled one of the high-backed chairs closer to the window. “I want you to sit down and spread those legs for me. I want to see you.”

  She looked dazed, her skirt still bunched up around her hips. She leaned on me as I lowered her panties, raising one foot and then the other as I slipped them off her. Then I guided her to the chair and she sat down, spreading her legs just like I told her. I knelt in front of her and pulled her hips down to the edge of the chair, lifting one leg over the armrest and then the other until she was open and on display for me.

  “Are you comfortable?” I asked as I slid my arms under her thighs and cupped her breasts. It kept her in place in the chair, her pussy wide open for me, glistening with her juices.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  I tugged her nipples and she gasped, arching her back against the chair. I kissed the inside of her thigh. I smelled her desire, my cock straining against my trousers. I was supposed to talk things out with her, set the ground rules so we’d be on the same page. But I also wanted to hear her beg for me. I wanted her to scream and let me torment her until I gave her permission to come.

  Fuck. Multitasking right now was out of the question. One day, I’d be able to do it–hold a conversation while going down on her, tell her how I preferred certain things while fucking her, even do business in Asia while fingering her–but today was not that day.

  I’d have to work on that.

  I started with a kiss right above her opening before flattening my tongue up to her slit and sucking on the swollen nub. She cried out, writhing in front of me as I pinched her nipples. Pain and pleasure in equal doses.

  “We need to talk about our arrangement, baby,” I said as she moaned, arching her back off the chair. I sucked on her clit and she whimpered. “You’re going to teach me what you know. You and I are going to be good at this together. We’ll find our groove.”

  “Yes…yes, Sir.”

  I let go of her nipples to squeeze her breasts. I wanted her to do her best to listen to me even with everything I was doing to torment her. I wanted her to focus only on my words as I brought her close to orgasm. “I’m not going to be in town all the time but you’ll be ready for me every time I am. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She was breathing hard, her eyes shut as I sucked on her clit and licked her cunt. When she reached down to touch my hair, I caught her wrists and held them over her quivering belly.

  “No touching me until I tell you to,” I said between licking and sucking till she was quivering in front of me.

  “Yes, Sir. Oh…Sir,” she cried. She was right there, on the edge of her orgasm, but each time, I’d pull back.

  “When we go out, you’ll call me by my name,” I said, letting go of her wrists and inserting three fingers inside her. She was so wet, so hot. “In here, in a scene, I’m Sir. Always your Sir.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her body tightened, her pussy clenching around my fingers.

  “You’ll trust me and tell me everything. You’ll be honest with me, even if it’s uncomfortable. I don’t want you to hide anything from me and in return, I’ll do all I can to keep you safe,” I said, kissing the inside of her thighs as I continued to finger-fuck her, curling my knuckles inside her and hitting the spot that made her shudder in front of me.

  “Yes, Sir! Oh, god…yes!”

  You’ll be there for me, be ready for me.

  You won’t reject me.

  Or talk behind my back about the things I’ll be doing to you.

  You. Will. Not. Humiliate. Me.

  I withdrew my fingers from her cunt. I was out of breath, caught between the frustration of the past and the desire to fuck her senseless. I’d let someone else in the room, someone who had no business being there.

  “Get up,” I said, my voice suddenly hoarse as I got to my feet. Anger coursed through me but I did not want to think of her, of the woman who’d denied me what I needed, what I wanted, who’d turned everything beautiful ugly.

  I pulled Sharon to her feet when she was too slow to move. I turned her around so she had her back to the glass doors and pushed her down on the floor, on her knees. I unzipped my trousers. My cock bobbed in front of her face. I slapped her cheek with it and she opened her mouth, not needing any prompting.

  “I’m going to fuck your mouth and you’re going to take it. Understand me?”

  “Yes–”

  I didn’t let her finish. I slid my cock into her mouth and she took me without hesitation, her hands clasped behind her back. With her blouse hanging open, her skirt bunched up around her hips, she was a vision to behold. I gripped her hair with my hands as I fucked her mouth the way I did the night before, only this time there was no tenderness, no doubt in my mind what I wanted to do to her.

  Punish her.

  Humiliate her.

  Make her pay.

  This was me. This was the way I was. There was no turning back.

  Not anymore.

  Sharon almost gagged and I pulled out, giving her time to breathe. I slid my cock back inside her mouth and kept it there, her nose touching my stomach. Drool slid down her chin, her throat pulsing around the head of my dick. When I heard her whimper, I pulled away again to give her time to catch her breath. Tears streamed down her face and she opened her mouth again, compliant, willing…submissive to my needs. I thrust my hips forward and pumped in and out of her mouth, my balls tightening as I felt my release nearing. I was close. I was almost there.

  Three more strokes and I was there. I was coming.

  I held Sharon in place, letting her milk my cock as I came. When I moved my hips back, my cock sliding out of her mouth, she almost fell forward, her hands resting on my thighs as she fought to keep her balance. She still had her stilettos on. In the moonlight, she looked beautiful even with her smeared mascara and dribble and cum running down her chin.

  “Are you okay?” I asked when I finally caught my breath. A part of me couldn’t believe what I’d just done, at how roughly I treated her, making her pay for someone else. But there was no safe word, not a sign of refusal or rejection.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Are you sure?”

  She nodded. “Thank you, Sir.”

  I brought my hand to her face, my fingers curling under her chin. I traced my thumb along her cheekbones and her upper lip. Her lips parted and she took my thumb in her mouth and she sucked.

  As Sharon kept her gaze on me, I saw something I’d never seen on anyone else before. It was in her eyes and the way she gave herself completely to me. Gratitude–even if I’d just fucked her mouth without any tenderness, with no promise of release for her. Gratitude for being my submissive and accepting her punishment. Gratitude for being mine.

  As I helped her up to her feet and pulled her to me, I promised myself not to be as hard on her next time. Still, everything about her made me feel things I hadn’t felt in a long time.

  Wanted.

  Needed.

  Normal.

  Chapter Ten

  Sharon

  The next morning, Jonathan was gone by the time I awoke. I barely remembered him getting out of bed, too exhausted from the night’s activities. Even after he fucked my mouth by the balcony windows, he didn’t leave me wanting.

  He’d helped me to the bathroom and showered with me. He made sure I was alright. He had been rough but I didn’t want to disappoint him. I wanted him to find his footing without having to worry too much about me. I wanted to help exorcise the demons of his past, of the humiliation he’d felt with someone else. I was no replacement for her, but I was a start.

  In the bedroom, Jonathan held my wrists down as he fucked me on the bed, and the memory made my pussy clench. I’d bear his bruises for the next few days, something I could easily hide with wide hammered gold bracelets. I remembered how his hands felt on my body, hitting me on the breasts, my thighs, my cunt. At times, he was like a man possessed, a man making up for lost time and I loved every minute of his bec
oming. I wanted more, so much more.

  My phone rang then and I didn’t need to glance at the display to see who it was. I answered on the second ring.

  “You’re awake,” Jonathan said. I could hear the exhaustion in his voice. Had he even slept? “How are you feeling?”

  “Happy.”

  “I’m glad to hear that.”

  “You didn’t say goodbye,” I said, running my fingers on his pillow.

  “If I did, I wouldn’t have made my flight,” he said. “Besides, I didn’t want to wake you. Next time I’ll be gentler.”

  “You don’t need to be,” I said, pausing. “Aren’t you tired?”

  I heard him chuckle. “Not yet.”

  “How long’s your flight?”

  “About twelve hours, but I plan on sleeping the moment I hang up.”

  I wondered if he knew I was still in the apartment. I hated having to rush out, doing my walk of shame so early in the morning. “I’ll be out of the apartment soon. I just need to take a shower and get dressed.”

  “There’s no rush. Take your time,” Jonathan said, pausing as I heard someone say something to him in the background, something about a glass of scotch. I heard ice tinkling in a glass. He thanked her before returning to his call. “I left you something on the dining table. But I need you to wait until I hang up before you open it.”

  “What if I were to get out of bed right now and check it out?”

  “Then I’ll be very displeased with you, Sharon. And not in a good way,” he said in a low, stern voice.

  “I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll wait until you hang up.”

  “We’re not in a scene right now. You can call me Jonathan.”

  “I’m sorry, Jonathan,” I said, remembering his rules. We’d have to go over them again–and more formally next time, not when he was fucking my brains out. “Oh, before you go, I want to thank you for everything. I had a wonderful time. A really wonderful time.”

  “I did, too.” He was quiet for a few moments. “Sharon, no matter what happens, I want you to remember you’re not alone. I’ll do everything I can to make sure that you’re safe. Do you understand that?”

  I wanted so much to believe him, just like I believed every man who claimed to protect me. “Yes, I understand.”

  A voice came on the speaker in the background, something about the cruising altitude. “As soon as I hang up, go and check out your surprise. I hope you’ll like it,” Jonathan said.

  “Surprise? Why didn’t you say so?” This time, I flung off the covers and swung my legs off the bed. I felt like a kid on Christmas morning. Actually, I felt more like a blissfully happy woman proudly bearing the signs of her submission to her new Sir.

  Jonathan laughed. “Go then. I’ll talk to you soon.”

  I found his surprise on the dining table, an envelope resting against a vase of white long-stemmed roses. It contained a handwritten note, a black credit card, and a key.

  Sharon,

  I know you’re still looking for apartments but this place is for you to use if you want. It’s your call. Everything’s taken care of. I’ll be back in a month and until then, text or call me if you need anything. You can tell me anything. You can trust me and I’ll do everything I can to take care of you. I want you to feel safe. When I’m in town, know my rules, and for the times I’m not, be discreet. That’s all I ask. Be good.

  On second thought, be bad. I’ll punish you when I get back.

  – Jonathan

  As I folded his note and slipped it back into the envelope, I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. Why did it feel like I’d just received a note from the most popular boy in school asking me to the prom? It was a silly thought but I couldn’t help it.

  Debbie was right.

  Jonathan Drazen III was not like the others.

  He was better.

  I spent the following week moving what little possessions I owned into my new apartment that I almost missed the news about Sebastian. I’d been channel surfing but not really paying attention to what was on TV when I heard his name mentioned on a local news channel. I positioned myself on the floor in front of the TV, waiting for the commercial to finish, wondering if it had been my imagination.

  But it wasn’t.

  Sebastian’s nonprofit had made it to the top of the list of the worst landlords in the city. They even mentioned his name–twice. The same man who made it his business to shame residential and commercial owners for every sewage leak or busted water pipe had over 400 open building violations himself for two of his properties. As I listened, I lost track of the details, of who owned what and where. What mattered was that even though his advocacy group owned the properties, it was only Sebastian’s name they mentioned and no one else’s. It was him whom they declared was responsible. And he wasn’t available for comment. His representatives claimed he was stepping down until further notice.

  As the announcers moved on to the next item, I found myself staring at my phone, feeling the need to talk to Jonathan and ask him if he had anything to do with what just happened. Surely it was a coincidence, had to be. But I couldn’t think clearly. All I could do was feel.

  For the first time since I fled my apartment and left everything behind, I felt protected. I felt safe. I texted Jonathan, not knowing what else to say but two words.

  – Thank you. –

  My thanks could have been for anything–for the two nights I’d spent with him before he left for Asia, for the apartment with a view of the Bay Bridge, for the spending account to replenish the wardrobe I’d left behind when I fled…anything.

  Or it could be for getting Sebastian out of San Francisco so I wouldn’t have to be paranoid about showing up for the next photo shoot or look over my shoulder every time. But then, did it really matter what it was for?

  Jonathan would know.

  Five minutes later, his answer came.

  – You’re welcome. –

  Epilogue

  Jonathan

  One Month Later

  – My plane lands at 9:30 PM. I’ll be at the apartment at 10. –

  – Yes, Sir. How would you want me to be ready for you? –

  – Surprise me. –

  – Yes, Sir. I can’t wait to see you. –

  I had to admit: I couldn’t wait to see Sharon either. Three weeks couldn’t go fast enough, my mind straying back to our first two encounters every chance it got, to her complete submission to me and my natural domination of her.

  At times, the time away from her made me feel like a horny teenager all over again, tempered only by work and thoughts of Jessica which, unfortunately, happened often. But that was to be expected. The divorce was still too raw and the personal repercussions of my breakdown at the shareholder meeting still fresh in people’s minds. It would take some time to live that down.

  At least, Sebastian Lowery was out of the picture. In the grand scheme of things, being named among the worst landlords in the city wasn’t really that big a deal. But board members took notice and demanded that he step down from the nonprofit he’d founded until things quieted down.

  There was also the restraining order.

  I’d mentioned it to Margie right after I’d called Sharon and told her about the surprise waiting on the dining table. It was an afterthought but I had wanted to take care of everything before I’d be of a different mindset the moment I landed in Korea. I had plans to build a hotel in Seoul and I didn’t need any distractions. I wanted only to focus on that and nothing else. Maybe in three years, I’d break ground but until then, I needed to explore all the possibilities.

  “How’d you manage to get the restraining order out to the press?” I’d asked Margie on my fifth day in Seoul. The news about the open code violations had come out that same day, followed by a rumor that a fashion model had filed a restraining order against him–an order he’d violated when he approached her at a restaurant in the Divisadero. There’d been an anonymous witness.

  “That’s for me to know a
nd for you to stop worrying about, little brother. You did say that you didn’t want to have your name attached anywhere, didn’t you?” Margie said and I could see her smiling smugly on the other end of the line. “The less you know about it, the better.”

  Where would I be without her? “Thank you, Marg.”

  Half an hour later, I walked into the apartment and stopped when I saw Sharon. As I shut the door behind me, I smiled, liking the view. She had both hands on the low table in the living room, her palms spread and her arms straight. Except for her stilettos, she was naked, her beautiful ass high in the air. Her hair hung over her face but I could see her watching me in the mirrors all over the place. If not the mirrors, there was enough chrome in the apartment to allow her to track my progress toward her.

  “Are you pleased with your surprise, Sir?” Sharon asked as I brushed my hand over her smooth ass, as if inspecting valuable merchandise. She felt like contraband. Beautiful contraband.

  “I am.”

  “I have two other positions, Sir. All you have to do is tell me which one you prefer.”

  “You can show me the other positions later. I quite like this one,” I said as I undid the top three buttons of my shirt even as my dick strained against my trousers.

  “Yes, Sir,” Sharon said, not moving. I could sense her anticipation for that first slap across her ass, smell the fear mingling with her perfume, coupled now with the scent of her desire. “I only want to make you happy.”

  “You already make me happy.” I said, trailing my hand along her ass and sliding my fingers between her legs where she was already wet. I teased her sensitive clit lightly and she rocked her hips toward me, hungry for my touch. Her leg muscles strained to keep herself upright on her stilettos.

  As I continued my torment on her body, brushing my fingers along her pussy lips as my cock rubbed against her through my trousers, she whimpered. She closed her eyes as her desire continued to build without relief. Not yet. I wanted to see how much she missed my touch, the one that told her who I was–her Dominant.

  How soon before she’d beg for me to claim her? How long before I’d grant her what she wanted?