My heart stopped as my eyes ran over his muscled body. I could smell his distinct scent from where I stood, quiet as a church mouse.
There he stood in front of a woman who was spread eagle on the bed. His back was to the door. Both of them were oblivious to my presence as loud music filled the room.
My heart thumped as I felt a small twinge of jealousy nagging at me. But I quickly let that escape me as I watched intently as he toyed with the blindfolded woman. I closed the door behind me, silently and leaned up against the dark wall, watching them.
His sweaty upper body glistened in the red lighting. His black pants were on but he wore no shirt or shoes. His face was surely covered by a mask as I could see the string from it running around the back of his dark head.
His hand raised and I saw a small whip in it. It came down on her soft mound and her entire body quivered with the lash. My legs fell slightly apart as I yearned for it to be me he was punishing.
He picked her up and turned her over, pressing her body to lie back down, flat on the bed. Leaning over her, he kissed down her spine as he placed his fingers inside her. “Are you ready for me?” he asked her.
I heard her moan and he took that as a yes. When he turned to put the whip down on a small table, our eyes met. He was surprised to see me at first but then a sense of anger filled his mask covered eyes. I’m guessing he didn’t like to be watched.
“What are you doing here?” he asked with a hushed tone as he came to me.
My eyes shifted as I took my mask off. “I wanted to see you.”
He stepped closer to me. His hands ran up and down my arms. I moaned in his ear as I flicked my tongue at his neck. Yet he stood still as a statue, only his hands kept moving.
I could tell he wanted me as he stood in front of me, his breaths were slow and steady. “Why now? I’m in the middle of something.” He eyed me and I knew he was looking for something. Jealousy perhaps, or maybe an offer to join them.
The truth was, I did feel jealous of that woman who was lying still, waiting for him on that bed. So I did what any jealous woman would do. I baited him. “Maybe next time then.” I grabbed my mask and turned toward the door.
He grabbed my wrists, swinging me around until my back was against the wall. Inhaling my scent like a bloodhound, he held my body between his and the wall, nearly crushing me.
I was throbbing for his penetration but he took his time with me. Licking the side of my neck as one of his hands grabbed my breast. “I’ve missed you, Bill.” The words slipped out even though I knew that was grounds for punishment. And I knew I had some coming for ignoring him for two weeks already.
But he only pulled his body back and looked into my eyes. “I’ve missed you, Natasha.”
He kissed me passionately, like he had a purpose. One I think even he knew was breaking the rules. I moaned softly as his hands roamed my body and his tongue found my breast as he pushed my dress down.
“You have it on?” he looked at me with desire and a bit of surprise as he fondled my breast through the nude bra. The bra had a place sewn into it to put something small in it. I had placed a spare key to our dorm suite in it to give to him.
“Yes, it was the best gift out of all of them,” I said as I showed him the key that was in my bra.
“You have to go, Natasha,” he said, taking the key away from me. “I have things that need tending to.”
He turned away from me as I watched him place that key in his pocket. He went back to the woman and ran his hands over her plump ass. With one hard smack, she seemed ready for him again and my stomach turned.
He was leaving me in a sexual rage. He didn’t look back and I quietly went to the door, leaving him and that woman, who I noticed did not wear his brand on her body, to the elements of the room.
I went home in an annoyed mood. Why had I inflicted that on myself? I shouldn’t have just shown up. I knew what kind of a man he was after all. He wasn’t my boyfriend. I didn’t catch him cheating on me. But it hurt like that just the same.
Once again I had been shamed by his coldness, jolting me back to the reality of his unrelenting dominance. What he did was part of my punishment for ignoring him. Of that I was certain. What I was uncertain about was if he was done with me.
NICHOLAI
I was no longer into Amber as much as I was before Natasha showed up. Amber was a little upset when I told her to leave without any explanation. But if I wasn’t into the woman or the situation any longer, I couldn’t and wouldn’t force myself.
As bad as I wanted to fuck, I could only think about Natasha and the red dress that hugged her curves. I dressed and went out to find she had left the club entirely. I didn’t mean for her to leave the club.
She’d caught me off guard. The way I reacted to seeing her wasn’t a thing I had ever done before. I had to fight myself not to run to her and take her in my arms and kiss her, for God’s sake!
I wanted to throw her ass on that bed and take her the way I’d fantasized about the last couple of weeks while she'd ignored me. And I suppose it was her treatment of me that had me the most bewildered about how I felt.
I fingered the key in my pocket as I drank from the glass filled with straight whisky. The night had been dampened. My libido was raging but only for her.
Should I go to her place and make things right? Or should I leave her alone to think about what she’d done to me?
She would think I was fucking the woman she’d caught me with. I was sure of that. And I was happy about that. Had she not ignored me, it would’ve been her on that bed. I felt she deserved that to reside in her that I am not a man who will wait for a woman’s attention.
Better for her to realize that right away. But there was a spark of jealousy in her eyes that was mixed with pain. That’s what hit me. That’s what made me think about saying things I’d never said to any woman.
My mind was a blur of things I wanted to tell her. I wanted to ask her so many questions about why she’d shut me out of the way as she had done.
Had I not given her presents to let her know I was thinking of her and wanted her? Had I not sent her text after text, explaining she belonged to me and she was making things hard for us both by refusing to even speak with me over the phone?
I had done all I could to let her know she needed to stop being stubborn and come to me. She needed to accept her punishment and we could move on. I let her know those things each and every day. Yet she decided to show up at the club instead of accepting my calls or even texting me to say she was sorry and wanted to meet me to apologize.
And she saw what I’d do when she was unavailable to me. After all, it’s a normal thing for a man, who is not committed to any one woman, to do.
The key in my hand had me thinking of doing a very stupid thing. I could not go to her. That’s weak and I was anything but that.
But she may have thought my branding of her meant we were in a committed relationship or something like that. Her eyes told me she was naïve in many ways. I knew she was unaware of what her presence at our club meant. Could I have been wrong in assuming she was also unaware of my commitment to her?
Did I have a commitment to her?
I had branded women before. It merely meant they belonged to me, not that I belonged to them. And all of them knew that. They understood where they stood with me. It was clear, cut and dry.
Natasha didn’t know how those things worked. Not at all. And I had taken her, so it was my job to teach her how things worked in my world.
I let the key go and pulled my hand out of my pocket. She would have to endure me ignoring her for a week. She would need to see exactly how that felt. Then, when she came to work for me, I would be able to see her again. With a renewed slate. One where she had been taught not to play with me.
I was not a man who allowed his emotions to be toyed with!
NATASHA
My nude heels clicked against the tiled floor as I walked into the building of Grimm Defense & Technology fo
r my interview. Wearing a rather smart outfit of a beige dress that went to just above my knees, I had my makeup on minimally and my hair in a bun. My reading glasses were on as I was sure there would be paperwork to read and sign.
I had read up on the company to ready myself for what I was told were grueling questions. So prepared I came as I desperately needed an internship. And since my classmate was going to be there too, I envisioned things going well for me with that company.
The tile gave way, as I entered the lobby, to marble floors and a grand chandelier hung above a huge cherry wood desk, making up the main focal point of the large room. I saw a beautiful brunette smiling as I approached.
“Good morning,” I said with a smile.
“Good morning. What can I help you with?” she asked.
A sudden bout of nerves had me clearing my throat. “I’m here for my interview with Mr. Nicholai Grimm.”
She looked down at a clipboard on the right side of her desk. “Do you have a confirmation number for me?”
I nodded and reached into my purse, pulling out a card with the number on it. “052293.”
“Thank you, Miss Greenwell. Take the elevator to floor 38 and his receptionist’s desk is to the right,” she said then gave me a wink. “Good luck, the boss isn’t an easy man. Stay absolutely professional at all times. And if you’d like a bit of advice to help you gain the job, show him tremendous respect. It goes a long way with him.”
I felt my nerves kick into high gear as I smiled a thank you at her and made my way to the elevator. I could just imagine the old fart who would be interviewing me.
He would probably grill me with questions that he'd forget the answers to. But I had to keep a brave face and roll with the punches as my need for the internship overshadowed my jitters.
The elevator carried me up as butterflies fluttered around my insides. The elevator stopped on the third floor and I watched as the doors opened and a gorgeous man with a clean-shaven face and dark brown hair entered. He smiled at me as his eyes veered to my apparent exposed cleavage as my dress had ridden a bit low. I pulled it up as I felt embarrassed by the way he was looking at me.
We never spoke as I only wanted to be off the elevator as my butterflies were turning into creatures resembling giant birds rather than dainty butterflies. And the way his tall frame with bulky muscles filled the space on the other side of the elevator made me feel small and helpless, had me keeping my eyes on the floor in front of me as I attempted to steady my nerves.
As the doors slid open, I walked out, the man followed behind me. He was a bit too close, in my personal space, making me feel even more nervous than I was in the first place.
I lost him as I walked up to the desk and he went elsewhere. Recognizing the receptionist as the recruiter who was at my school, I smiled. “Hello, I’m Natasha Greenwell here to see Mr. Nicholai Grimm.”
“Right this way.” She stood to usher me to his office. I followed behind as my palms became sweaty. I took in a few deep breaths as she knocked on the cherry wood double doors. Without an answer, she opened it, stepping to the side. “You may enter,” she said before turning around.
I walked inside, then the large doors closed behind me. It felt like I was overheating from the inside out as anxiety was overloading my system. Making my way through the entry room that led to the office on the other side, I could see the panoramic view of the city.
It was breathtaking as I walked into an empty office with a large desk planted in the middle of it. All the way over to the floor to ceiling windows I went. My nerves began falling away with how gorgeous the sight out of those windows were to me. My breathing steadied and my palms stopped sweating as I gazed out of those windows. My eyes filled with the beauty of the city and the miles of tall buildings. I had been in tall buildings but never one with this kind of view.
“Natasha.” I heard a familiar voice behind me, pulling me out of my daze.
I turned to find the man from the elevator. His voice was very familiar. His body was too, and so was his hair and eyes.
It was Bill!
NICHOLAI
I watched as she stood with her mouth gaping open as that was the first time she had ever seen me without a mask. Her succulent lips made my dick thump in my slacks as I could imagine them wrapped around it.
“Natasha,” I called to her as I closed the space between us. Her eyes shifted around as she cleared her throat.
“I…I apologize,” she said in a hushed tone.
“Look at me, Natasha.” I lifted her chin, gently rubbing my thumb across her smooth plump lips.
“Am I here for an interview or to be worked over again and left in a sexual rage?” she asked with a sassy sexy tone.
I stepped back and returned my hands to my pockets as her eyes continued to shift around the room. “Actually, you were hired before you even stepped foot into this building. So to answer your question, no you’re not here for an interview. But there is a rule that I will not in any way bend on.” I looked at her to see if I had her undivided attention.
“And that is.” Her eyes focused on me.
“There will be no personal relationships amongst your counterparts. Understood?” I asked.
Her face was one of confusion and uncertainty, “Is that all Bil…Nicholai. What do I even call you?” she asked, flustered.
“While we’re here, I prefer Nicholai. While in private…Master.” I had a sly grin on my face as she had a surprised look in her eyes.
“Master,” she asked, puzzled.
“Yes.” I nodded my head, curtly.
“But you just said no personal relationships and I’m sure that includes you, Nicholai.” She gave me a challenging look.
“Natasha, you still wear my brand on your body, we both know what that means. So, it surely excludes our tryst.” My eyes roamed over her body, landing on her beautiful legs in a short, above the knee, beige dress. The top of it hung at the crease of her tits with her pretty little mole peeking out.
“I’m uncomfortable with this situation right here.” She pointed to the two of us.
I was unmoved by whatever she wasn’t comfortable with. She belonged to me as of that night.
She was who I wanted and I had her right there. She was naïve and trusting. No matter the battle with my immoral soul and malicious attitude. I needed some innocence and she had it. Whether greedy or otherwise I had to have my way with whom I desired. No matter what!
“I know that you haven’t found one of those old insidious men to void the agreement,” I said evenly.
I knew she hadn’t even attempted to void the agreement. She fumbled with her fingers when she got nervous.“No, I haven’t because I’m sure a man like yourself will only play with a girl like me until the next beauty comes along. So I’d rather get it done and over with and we can both go back to our lives as we knew them,” she said with an annoyed tone.
I circled around her and stood, staring out the picture window at the view of the city. “You have no idea what the future holds. But I’m sure you will soon.”
There was more to me than met the eye. She couldn’t tell from my expensive attire and surroundings how jaded I was. Whatever hunger I had for her was a part of my everyday life since the day I became CEO. She just so happened to be my next casualty.
“Can I go now?” she asked, obviously agitated.
But I couldn’t blame her for the perception she had of me and I wouldn’t dare hold it against her. Although it was my world, I still had some empathy to the women I possessed.
I turned on my heels and walked over to her. There was no space between us. I could smell the scent of her shampoo and feel the heat radiate from her.
“Goodbye,” she said, backing away, heading for the door.
Just watching her walk away was alluring and the seductive clicking of her heels gave an image of me fucking her with them in the air. Her body was beautiful and her sex was beyond comparison.
I had to have her!
“Natasha,” I called out to her. “Before you go, you must sign this bond.” I went over to the desk to retrieve it.
The thing that would really hold her to me for as long as I wanted her. Our bond!
NATASHA
My feet couldn’t get me out fast enough. There he stood with a condescending and cocky attitude. I knew that I had agreed to everything, but to be reminded every time was a little redundant and juvenile.
As bad as I wanted to say that I didn’t want to be near him, it was a lie. And telling myself that was just as immature as his controlling persona on the situation.
I’m sure I wasn’t his first or only and I damn sure knew I wasn’t going to be his last. I just felt as though I should’ve been a bit smarter than to get caught up with someone like him.
He was rich and powerful in every aspect of his life. And I just didn’t fit into any of it. He was way out of my league. Besides the sex, I knew he wanted nothing else from me.
“Natasha,” he called after me. My feet halted at just the sound of his commanding voice which sent waves to my core. I could feel the throbbing inside me as I wanted him to bend me over and give me the punishment that was due. I shut my eyes tight to rid my mind of the erotic thoughts. I turned around, slowly, cursing myself for not making it out of there fast enough.
“Before you leave, I need you to sign a bond.” He held out a clipboard and pen.
My head snapped up to look at him. “What is this?” I asked, skeptical about this so-called bond.
“It’s a bond for us,” he said taking out what looked like a dress box. My heart skipped a few beats as if it wasn’t already hard enough to control my breathing. “You know what? How about you meet me for dinner tonight.” He snatched the box back.
I stood there contemplating whether or not I was going to dinner with him. Of course, I wasn’t. I didn’t want to end up fighting in his sheets, continuously pressing the envelope on the thing. His voice had my head snapping up again. “It wasn’t a question so no need for an answer.” He had this cold look in his eyes and a tone that sent chills down my spine. I felt a little cheated as his demeanor had changed in all of five seconds.
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