"Of course. I’m excited for California. Plus, you are my home, Lucian. Where you go, I go. You're stuck with me now." I snuggle up under his arm. I love how protective he is of me. Always has been.
"I’m excited too. 2 more weeks, then we will be enjoying warm, sunny Santa Monica." He kisses the top of my head and strokes the back of my neck. My hair is starting to grow back, but thankfully, I purchased a few wigs in the meantime. It helps me feel a bit more like my old self. He twirls his fingers through the wig, contemplating.
"Hmmm, ever thought about trying blonde?" He jokingly asks.
"Yeah, no. Not happening. I look horrible as a blonde." He puts a finger to my lips, silencing me.
"There is nothing that could ever make you look horrible." I just roll my eyes at him. He is so cheesy. Apparently, the bratty roll of my eyes brings out his inner Dom. He grabs my face, pinching my cheeks gently, pursing my lips.
"Did I just see you roll your eyes at me? What have I said about that? You better apologize."
His eyes flash with desire, and it causes a pulsing at my core. God, I love it when his Dom side comes out. He has tried to keep it toned down so far, just because of everything that happened with my last Dom and because I’m still healing. But I’m feeling great tonight, and I think it’s time to push his buttons. I stare up into those deep brown eyes, then shoot him my devil glare and slowly roll my eyes again. Tempting his inner beast to come out and play. I go up on my tiptoes, nuzzling my lips against his ear.
“Make. Me.” Those two words are his undoing.
"Oh, you are going to regret that, Mi Amor." He releases me only to pick me up and sling me over his shoulder. He walks us back toward the restaurant to hopefully find us a cab.
"Damnit, Lucian, put me down!" I smack him on the back and flail, trying to break out of his grasp. This only earns me a sharp slap on my ass.
I yelp and fall even further over his shoulder. Blood is slowly going to my head. He has his hand firmly on my ass, massaging where he just spanked. This dress is not meant for this kind of thing, and I didn’t put on another thong before we left.
"Are you going to be a good girl and apologize for being a brat? Or are you wanting to be punished?" I take too long to answer and am met with another sharp slap on my ass, lower this time, just above where my thigh meets my ass. That stung. This dress doesn't provide padding between my ass and his slaps.
"Option 2?" I ask more than answer. No confidence at all.
"Are you asking me or telling me, Cassie?" He has moved his hand from my ass to my thigh, gripping it tight while I’m still hanging upside down over his shoulder.
"Telling," I say. I’m rewarded with his other hand gliding under the hem of the mini dress, gently caressing against my nearly exposed pussy.
"Lucian,” I squeak. “Stop. Someone’s going to see. I don’t want to go to jail for indecent exposure."
"Well, we can’t have that now, can we? I’m the only one who can put you in handcuffs." He sets me down in front of him and kisses me on my forehead. My entire body feels like it has been set aflame. My core pulses, and moisture starts to slick my inner thighs. Fuck. I need him now. I look over to see we are in front of Vixens.
"What are we doing here?" I ask.
"Well, I had to get you something for your birthday." He loops his arm in mine and pulls me inside. The bouncer checks our ID's then hands Lucian a black and gold card.
"Let’s go, Mi Amor. Time to correct your bratty behavior." He winks as he pulls me along to the elevator. We are heading to the upper levels like the night he and Jayme won me. My heart is skipping beats.
75. Lucian
Thats it. I’m done. She wants this. I want this. I’ve been hesitant to not rush her healing, but I can’t hold back any longer. I need her! I want to be buried deep in her while she screams my name, erasing any memories of any other man from her entirely. She will be mine. Mind. Body. Soul. I want it all. When we were at the restaurant, I told Tim there was a chance we would stop by the club tonight. I asked if we could rent the same room from that night, and he was happy to oblige. It really does pay to know the owner.
As I pull her into the elevator, I can’t wait any longer. I press her hard against the wall, kissing every inch of exposed skin on her neck and chest. Her skin has a light sheen of sweat from her arousal. I lick from her cleavage, up her collarbone, to the spot just below her ear. Delicious. She truly is my own personal aphrodisiac. My ecstasy. I’m addicted to everything about this woman. Capturing her lips, I can feel the vibration of a moan against my mouth as she returns my kiss.
The elevator opens, and I pull away, rushing toward the room. Room 20. I bring us in and close the door behind us. She’s looking around at all the toys and devices in the room. Her eyes linger again on the St. Andrews cross and the throne from before. Her breathing increases. I spin her toward me.
"Baby, I know we talked about this before, but I need to know 100% that you are ready. I’m not going to hold back this time. I’ve been doing that long enough. You are so strong, and I want to test your limits. I want to push past them, bend them. And ifyou'll let me break them. I want to be the Dom you deserve. You will have a safe word, though, and I need you to promise me you will use it."
She looks at me like a deer in headlights and nods.
"Mi amor, use your words. Tell me what you want." I cup her chin and trace her bottom lip with my thumb.
She pauses for a moment.
"I want you. I don’t want you to hold back. Bend me, break me. It makes me forget everything else. I want you to use me. I want to please you in any way you want. If something is too much, I’ll say..." she pauses again, thinking of a word. "Bubble Gum." Ah, the same one she used before.
“Bubble Gum it is." She smiles up at me.
