I picked up the tumbler and held it tight in both of my hands.
Whiskey was always the best way to drown out the unbearable guilt I felt when I allowed myself to think about how I lost Natalie. Tonight it would do wonders with the undeniable truth I always struggle to pushaway, push down, just numb completely.
Leaving a ring-shaped outline from the bottom of the glass on top of the cart, I set my crystal tumbler down and went over to plop my weight on the sofa. Tonight wouldn’t be the night I regressed, and if Delaney infiltrating my heart was the only real issue I have in life right now I think I’m doing pretty damn good.
Well I mean, that is besides the whole thorn-in-my-side Teddy situation.
I have to make some effective moves on this. Having my growing feelings for Delaney be a distraction suddenly seemed so silly. I could be using it as motivation to take some real action here.
I picked up my phone and started to type out a text to Delaney, but then thought better of it. If this whole staying-at-the-condo-alone-to-clear-my-head idea was going to have a fighting chance at working, texting her wasn’t the best first step.
Instead, I texted Trevor, her permanent protective detail, and got a complete update. I knew what she would be doing before I was told.
Around Midnight, she would be sitting, with a blanket and a book, and close by would be a cup of her favorite lavender-chamomile tea, her nightly routine except the nights she falls asleep in my arms.
I caught her one night well after I had sent her to rest. It was one day we used the rainy afternoon to stay inside to explore some of her fantasies. She was rightfully exhausted and I had work to do so she stayed in her room. That night she told me that her mother used to have the same routine and she just adopted it once she got out of college. Even on nights when she works the next morning, she was up with her book in hand and a cup of tea.
I thought of her perfect body sitting on the sofa at the beach house, me forcing her to read from her journal as I slide my fingers in and out of her, soaking my hand at the slightest touch. That crimson red that flushes her cheeks and neck when she is so close to her orgasm. Thatunique way her hips thrust pressing against me for more, instinctively, needy. Her musical moans that escape her lips as she struggles to refrain from screaming out my name.
Sitting in these memories of her beauty made my heart wake up and my cock twitch. I praised Delaney often for how her body responds to my touch but I am absolutely perplexed by how immediate my body responds to even just a normal thought about her. Never could I have predicted that in my fucked up future after my fucked up past that I would feel as intensely for someone as I did for my precious Natalie. Never could I have foreseen that my heart could feel anything other than pain ever again. Now, and completely out of nowhere and right into my club walks this gorgeous soul that somehow agreed to be MY Sub.
My hand grazed over the bulge that pressed against my tailored trousers, lost in my thoughts. I looked around realizing I was alone and there was no reason I couldn’t relieve myself to the thought of a gorgeous dark-haired vixen that was more than likely half dressed and prancing around my penthouse without me.
I unfastened my Gucci belt and pulled it hard, releasing it from the loops. I tossed it to the side, the metal buckle colliding with a crash upon the tile floor. I continued unbuttoning the only button then going straight for the zipper, each movement slow and intentional.
I reached in under the waistband of my Calvin Klein boxer briefs to firmly grip my pulsing cock, grabbed my cell phone from beside me, and quickly opened it up to the photo of Delaney’s file. Dead center was her picture from her entry forms. Her dark brown eyes pierce my soul, even through a photograph. Her full lips on display as I recall the last time she had them wrapped around my cock.
This woman has such a strong fucking pull on me, what is going on?!
I rushed to pull my pants and underwear to my ankles. My hand instinctively moved up and down my shaft as I stared into the eyesof my contractual submissive looking back at me through my phone screen. I gripped harder and moved faster as anger filled my veins thinking about not having her once the contract was done.
Grinding my teeth at the tension that was building quickly, my cock begged for release. I stroked faster and faster, replaying the sounds she makes when she is beneath me in my head. I leaned forward about to explode, my hand relentlessly tugging, racing toward a massive release. I took a deep breath preparing for what was about to happen, when the doorbell rang loudly throughout the condo.
“Fuck!” I screamed into the air my fist slamming down hard against the arm of the sofa, the wood whimpering under the force of my punch.
Who the fuck would even know im here, let alone at this hour?
I quickly pulled my trousers back into place and stormed toward the door. Peeking out the peephole I could see the back of a woman’s head that was covered in shoulder length red wavy locks while facing out into the dark car park.
I stuck my hand into my pocket wrapping my fingers around the handle of the switch blade that stays on me always, along with my glock that was currently on the entryway table. I could easily get to it if it were needed.
“What do you want?” I snapped, opening the door just enough to see out. When she turned around I immediately recognized her. I was instantly enraged, knowing that if she was here then Teddy couldn’t be far behind or at least watching her from a distance. I pushed the door open even further and stepped close to her. Her eyes widened before she lowered her head and stepped back.
“Oh, look who it is, are you back to finish the job?” I teased, taking one large step, trapping her against the metal railing. My eyes darted side to side as I looked for any potential threats. She seemed to be alone.
I took a deep breath and breathed it out audibly taunting her. Sheinstinctively shrunk back from me. She was scared. Good, she should be.
“What are you doing here? Didn’t you get enough the last time we were in each other’s company? How’s your uncle?” She tensed at my question, probably wondering what she had gotten herself into. That night I met her, she told me she was Teddy’s employee. I’m certain she was wondering how I knew who she really was to him.
“Answer me, cupcake,” I leaned in and whispered into her ear, “My patience is running thin.”
“T..t…Teddy is planning something. Something big and I wanted to warn you. He’s lost his mind and I don’t think anyone can stop him now.” She spit out her words rapid fire without a pause in between.
A low rumble escaped my chest as I chuckled at the obviously faked concern. She was going to have to try a little harder than that to get me to react.
“Oh really? Did Unk send you over to tell me that or…” I paused, pressing my chest against her. Her breaths were harsh and sporadic. Her eyes searched nervously at nothing.
“Well, no but I wanted you to know, my uncle has gone too far this time. Just be careful.”
