Hailee
Aloudcrashstartlesme awake, and I’m instantly alert, scanning the darkness of our room. My heart races, and I struggle to calm my fight or flight response with deep breaths. My hand reaches out instinctively for Dameon, but his side of the bed is cold and empty. Another loud noise, followed by a muffled curse, echoes from downstairs.
A glance at my phone tells me it’s three in the morning. I pull on my dressing gown and head downstairs to a sight I’ve never seen before. Dameon is beyond plastered, swaying and struggling to focus as he leans over the microwave. He’s squinting at the buttons, attempting to work them. It’s kind of cute, and I pull my lips over my teeth to stop the laugh from bubbling out.
“Let me help you with that.” My voice startles him, but when he realizes it’s me, a sloppy smile spreads across his face.
“Hey, gorgeous, did I wake you?” he slurs.
“That’s okay. Let me heat you up some food.” I quickly check the microwave to ensure there’s no foil inside, then set it for two minutes.
“Big night?” I inquire.
“Mmhmm.” His eyes roam over my body, their depths darkening into swirling sea storms. He toys with the lapel of my dressing gown.
“Did I say you could wear clothes inside the house?” His question catches me off guard.
“No…” I respond slowly. “But I wasn’t—”
“Take it off,” he interrupts, his tone commanding. I was about to explain that I didn’t want to be naked while investigating a loud noise in the middle of the night. What if it wasn’t Dameon? What if Jacob was back?
“Right now!” he bellows in my face, causing me to jump. I swiftly shed my robe, letting it fall into a puddle at my feet.
“Get on your knees and unzip me.”
I sink to my knees on the unforgiving kitchen tiles. I have no idea what the fuck is happening right now. With trembling hands, I unzip his slacks, and he unveils his thickening cock. Despite the gleam of desire in his eyes, there’s a hint of confusion, too. Perhaps from the alcohol? I don’t know. As he traces the outline of my lips with the head of his cock, smearing precum in its wake, tension crackles in the air.
“You know what to do.”
“Dameon, what’s going—”
“Donotcall me by my name. It’s sir or master to you.” He sways on his feet, and I instinctively reach out to steady him by gripping his thighs. “In fact, from now on, you’ll address me as master. And you’ll be punished every time you forget.” I meet his troubled gaze, searching for answers or some explanation for his sudden change in behavior.
“Now, do your fucking job for once and suck my dick. This is what I’m paying you for, isn’t?”
Oh.
I stare up at him, stunned. Does he think I haven’t been fulfilling my duties? He’s been so accommodating and understanding; maybe I’ve taken advantage of his kindness for too long. But he never showed signs of being unhappy. Clearly I’ve misjudged the situation. Perhaps I’ve misjudged a lot of things.
Fed up with waiting, he grabs my hair and thrusts his dick into my mouth, catching me off guard once again, and causing me to gag in surprise. I quickly adjust my position on my knees and set to work, sucking him deep into my mouth and swirling my tongue around his head. Using both fists, he grips my hair firmly, maintaining control by keeping me on a tight leash. I suck him hard and fast in the hope he’ll blow as quickly as possible so I can retreat to bed and fume over my foolish assumption that our feelings were mutual. His deep, guttural moans reverberate through the kitchen.
Come on and blow already.
He better not have whiskey dick because I don’t plan on being on my knees all night. Luckily, within moments, his cock twitches in my mouth and he comes hard, sending hot spurts cascading across my tongue and down my throat. I dutifully swallow every drop, like the good little sub I’m being paid to be. Once he’s spent, I finish him off by licking him clean, leaving no trace of his release behind.
“Thank you, master,” I murmur, unable to meet his eyes. The microwave dings, and he tucks himself back into his trousers and stumbles over to retrieve his food. I rise from my knees and scurry out of the kitchen, eager to escape the awkward tension that lingers in the air. As I reach the threshold, his commanding voice stops me in my tracks.
“I haven’t dismissed you. Get back here on your knees,” he orders, taking a seat at the kitchen table and pointing to his feet with his fork. With my head lowered, I slowly pad back toward him and drop to my knees at his feet. I wait silently, head bowed, while he eats his dinner, each passing moment a struggle to contain my emotions. I’m flushed with anger, and I want nothing more than to hide in bed. I’m hurt, I’m sad, and I’m embarrassed. Being with Dameon has never felt like a job, not even during our time at Eden. I’ve always desired him, never felt obligated—until now. I’ve always been proud of who I am, but in the last few minutes, I felt ashamed. And I hate it. I hate the way his words and actions have made me doubt myself.
But above all, I’m angry with myself for allowing him to affect me so deeply. I’m angry that I fell in love with a client, for losing sight of my boundaries. And I’m angry that I succumbed to the same trap I vowed so vehemently to avoid.
Chapter twenty-eight
Hailee
Itossandturn,punching my pillow as if it’s the source of all my frustrations. Closing my eyes, I count to thirty before they snap open again.
For fuck’s sake.
