She sure was putting on a good show. If I weren’t me, this acting job would be convincing. But I am not easily manipulated and I don’t trust anything she says…
“Tell me something cupcake,” I stood back, my eyes start at her feet and move up her body slowly as I take in the ‘outfit’ she chose to come warn me in. She bit her lip with anticipation.
“If warning me was your objective, why wear so little clothing?” I used one finger to lift a small piece of lace on her shoulder letting it fall off of my finger back into place. The nearly nothing dress she wore barley covered her in the necessary places to even be appropriate for the public.
“Looks to me you had other plans.” I whispered into her ear, enunciating each word fully, letting my mouth nearly brush her ear.
She shuddered under my breath. Her eyes closed and her breath hitched.
“Well, you can’t blame a girl for being prepared, can you?” She smirked. As if she truly thought I’d be interested in her. She is just a child, barely eighteen. I took a large step back distancing myself from her.
“Don’t be so easy Lindsey. Its not sexy, its cheap. Now leave my door step and go cover up.” I turned and closed the door behind me.
The red room of torture…
Delaney
Iwoke up before the alarm sounded. It was weird waking up to an empty penthouse. I mean, people were around but it wasn’t the same as waking up to Dallas. I’d grown used to having him invade my personal space. His confidence, his dominant ways, his…
Today was going to be my first day back to work and I dreaded the workload I knew was waiting for me.
I thoroughly enjoyed the time off. I’ve started to feel less…embarrassed about his demands, this dynamic. It’s a new feeling to be okay with having somebody boss me around and tell me when and what to eat or even when to sleep, and those bedroom sessions, though mild from what Dallas says, I am thoroughly enjoying. Displeasure seems so far gone – all I feel is excitement and deep contentment with this oddly rational agreement between me and Dallas.
“I’m easing into it, I don’t wanna scare you off just yet.”
The thought of kicking things up a notch heated my body asI threw the blankets off of me and started toward the bathroom. I look into the mirror seeing my cheeks flushed red realizing what exactly Dallas sees. I probably stay red constantly. Picturing myself from his viewpoint, I giggled to myself childishly.
I walked over to the shower, turning it to the hottest temperature I could stand, the pristine white bathroom instantly filling with steam. As the memory of Dallas catching me touching myself comes flooding to my mind, I squeeze my thighs together, thinking of the yummy things he did to punish me for being a ‘bad girl’.
My core pulses as I subconsciously bite my lower lip, a devious smile forcing itself upon my face.
* * *
After my shower, I padded into the bedroom in my fluffy robe and house shoes, toweling my hair dry. Reaching the bedside table where my phone was charging, I picked it up and opened it, scrolling down until I sawDaddyacross the screen. I giggled as I recalled him tackling me to the bed as we fought over my phone, both of us keenly aware of the fact that he could very easily overpower me to do whatever he wanted. As I hovered over his name, my phone started to ring loudly. It sounded much louder since the house was still so quiet this early in the morning.
Lacy’s face covered in icing from her last birthday flashed across the screen. I playfully pushed her into the cake as she tried to blow out her 26 candles. It was payback for all the whining she had done the entire time we planned her party. She drove me nuts for the entire month.
“Delaney! How’s it going? Tell me everything?” She squealed into the receiver.
“I miss you, bitch!” She huffed before letting me respondto her first question.
“I miss you, too.” I smiled into the phone.
“Things are amazing Lacy, it’s still a little new for me but it’s been so good…except –” My voice trailed off, debating on whether or not to tell her about him not coming home last night and how I expected him to be gone for a while, an unknown amount of time…
“Except?” Lacy spit impatiently, pressing me to continue.
“Well, we had a great time at the beach house, honestly it was perfect. But the last night there, he got really comfortable and took his mask off, well in the dark…and we had this passionate experience but the next day it was like he regretted it all and pulled some metaphorical mask over him.” Saying this out loud made me feel sad, unwanted. Had I confessed this to anyone but Lacy, I would have been embarrassed.
Was it me? Have I done something wrong? Did I get too close, too quickly?
Doubt and anxiety coated my words. Lacy picked up on it right away, and like the best friend she is, she immediately started to reassure me.
“That’s just who he is, D, he doesn’t get emotionally intimate with anyone. I heard he had something really bad happen to him as a teenager that made him cold and closed-off, but honestly – he is obviously drawn to you. He will get there, D.” She said with a soft voice laced with discernment for my situation, the situation I literally signed a formal contract agreeing to.
“And if not, at least you had 30 days of magical, mind blowing orgasms from a hot masked man covered in muscles and tattoos, that’s literally every Booktok girl’s dirty fantasy!” She laughed, amused at her own little joke.
“Just take it for what it is and try not to force it into something it’s not. Just enjoy it,”
