Delaney, I have something I’d like to discuss with you. Would you mind coming to the club tomorrow around three?
I threw my phone to my bed and tried to ignore the dire need to jump at his request.
MINE
Dallas
Itexted Delaney but she never responded. It was late when I texted her, but I did expect an answer. I’m not used to being ignored. I’ll have to punish her for making me wait if I can get her to sign that damn contract. I’ll teach her a lesson she will surely enjoy.
I licked my lips at the thoughts that played out in my head as I recalled the massive orgasm I gave her using just my words. I played it cool but that was a first for me. I look forward to experimenting with that one a little further in my playroom.
My cock started to pulse at the idea of Delaney with her long brown hair and her puppy dog eyes as she timidly waited for direction from Daddy on her knees, eager to please me. Although I anticipate a brat, I think with time she will learn to be the perfect sub, and I will enjoy every fucking minute of the journey there.
I asked her to come see me at the club. I wanted to talk to her and see where her head was at the auction. If I could convince her to give this a try, I think it’d be something she would really enjoy.
I pulled her file and took a second look at it after she was here at the club last time. The way she responded to me, although thrilling, was consistent with someone sexually inexperienced. Her file was just as I expected, she had one sexual partner listed and a clean health card. Underneath the portion that would normally list her kinks and other sexual preferences, hers just saidopen.
That one word spoke volumes.
A veteran to this lifestyle would know better than to leave so little yet so much in that space, which is exactly why I would be the only one to bid on her if she did agree to the auction. I would never hurt her, and easing her into this lifestyle would be important. She needs someone to teach her the do’s and dont’s and teach her how to set boundaries, how to test her limits safely. An unseasoned Dom could easily act in a way that would make her run the other way if he wasn’t careful. The whole Sub/Dom situation is exciting and fun but it’s deeper than just the sexual aspect – trust and respect for personal boundaries are also key to a healthy Sub/Dom relationship. And I want itallwith Delaney.
* * *
The morning was slow. It dragged on but only because I was anxious to see Delaney. I sent a car for her to ensure her arrival. Jacob texted a few minutes ago to let me know he was sitting outside her home. I gave him specific instructions that I trusted him to follow precisely.
It was just before three when my phone pinged with a message from Jacob
Delaney is secure and in my vehicle, ETA fifteen minutes.
I smirked, putting my phone down and grabbed my Ghostface mask from my top drawer. The club is currently closed so the mask wasn’t needed, but I’m not ready to reveal myself to her, plus I think she kindalikes this mask. It’s fun to watch her blush, while she stares at me trying to see through it so intently that sometimes I wonder if she can. I chuckled at myself thinking back on the first night she came to the club, how shaky her hands were when she shook mine.
I stood and walked to the window, watching the car park entrance, waiting. On the outside, I was calm and cool, but on the inside, I was as giddy as a child on Christmas Eve waiting for Santa. I don’t know what has gotten into me with her, but she has already turned my entire life upside down. The electricity I feel when she is around me is enough to feed my curiosity.
* * *
3:00 p.m. on the dot and the black SUV rounded the corner. I watched as Jacob used the fob to open the private garage entrance. I straightened my jacket, adjusted my pants, then walked toward the door to meet them in the main part of the club where there was food and drinks set out. My version of “wine and dine” to ease her into signing the contract.
I sat back into my black leather chair as the main entrance door swung open. I watched as she walked in, looking like a fucking goddess.
Her smile. Those perfectly pouty lips. I was thankful the table blocked her view of my suddenly swollen cock. I hadn’t had another woman in my private quarters since the first night I met her. Not that there hadn’t been offers, some more consistent than others but I couldn’t seem to think of anything but this gorgeous specimen in front of me. So my need for her was obvious…and hard to hide.
Now that she is here it shows me two things. One, she is interested or else she wouldn’t be here. And two, damn it, I would doanythingto make her mine.
Finally able to relieve myself and my poor zipper of the extra blood flow, I stood up and greeted her, I reached for her hand and pulled it to my masked mouth. She giggled at my attempt at chivalry. I pulled the chair out and gestured for her to sit.
“Can I just say again how sorry I am for the other…” she started to ramble nervously, looking down at her lap as she spoke. I smirked at her submissive body language, demure and vulnerable, before interrupting her.
“No worries, Miss Delaney, that’s not why I’ve asked you to be here today,” I started. “I’ve asked you here to discuss the proposition I presented and to see if you had any questions or anything I could offer you to persuade you in the right direction.” I spoke calmly and professionally, even though my nerves were getting the best of me, making my voice more restrained than I would have liked.
If she didn’t agree, I honestly don’t know what I would do. I’m the type of man that when I get my heart set on someone there’s no telling what lengths I would go to make her mine. All I knew was that I wanted her and ‘no’ wasn’t an answer I was willing to accept.
“I do,” she said, but her words barely made a sound. Her coyness made my cock pulse.
“Speak up, Miss Delaney,” I insisted.
“I said, I do.” She spoke with more confidence behind her words.
Confused by her answer, I paused a moment longer than I intended.
