“I called her a good girl.”
“Jesus! What did she say?”
“Nothing until I dropped her at her place.”
“Oh shit. You drove her home? You’re absolutely going to fuck this woman.”
“She couldn’t even look at me when she got out of the car. A quick thank you, and she scurried into her building.”
“Damn. You need a new sub, even just on a three-month contract.”
“She lives in a great part of town, but I found fingerprint bruises on her arm.”
“What the fuck? Do we need to pay someone a visit? I can get a security detail on her first thing tomorrow. Just say the word.”
“This girl is not the type to accept help. She’d fillet me if I tried to give her a security guard.”
“A wild one? All the better to tame, brother.”
“I told her if I see bruises on her again, I won’t be asking to help. You and I will go on a little hunting expedition if that happens.”
“Do you want to go up to the voyeur floor? You definitely need to unwind.”
“That’s the smartest thing you’ve said since I got here. You coming?”
“Nah. I have an extremely hot sub waiting at home for me.”
“Talk about taming the wild. I never thought I’d see the day that you settled down.”
“Me either, but life had other plans.”
I pour another drink before clapping him on the shoulder and heading for the stairs. “Later, bro. Thanks for the drinks.”
“Any time, Ry.”
I head upstairs and take in the debauchery with a smile. This is just what I need. Writhing bodies and submissives taking their punishments like good little girls and boys. Pierce and Freya are putting on a show, and as always, all eyes eventually land on them. Their connection is clear in every kiss, caress, and thrust of his hips. I wanted what they have. Someone wholovesme and embraces this part of my personality. Now, I’m not so sure.
No matter how much everyone around me is enjoying themselves, I can’t get out of my own head. Aspen’s face and those perfect, pouty lips as she called meSir. God, I really need a sub to fuck.
“Not enjoying the show tonight, Ry?” Genevieve appears at my side.
“Hey, Viv. Just got stuff on my mind.” She takes a seat beside me.
“Somethingor someone?”
“Both, and not in a good way.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” She moves with feline grace, her smile lighting up the room.
“Not really. I spoke to Flex before I came up here.”
“Oh God, don’t take his advice. He almost got himself killed for love.”
“Isn’t that what it’s all about? Finding someone you’d take a bullet for?” The furrow of her brow tells me otherwise.
“I don’t think that exists for everyone. For some of us, this is enough.” Her words are tinged with melancholy.
“Say it like you mean it, Viv.”
