24
Arabella
Ican’t believe that just happened, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want more. I wanted him to take things further. To pull off the sheet that covered me and take full control of the situation. When he denied my orgasm, I thought I was going to combust. Then he ordered me to come and then my core exploded until weightlessness washed over me from the intense pleasure.
The look on his face could only be described as a mix between arousal and fury. And I didn't miss the obvious bulge he was sporting. That has to be for me, right? The sheer magnitude of said bulge proves he's not lacking in the size department, so even if it wasn’t, I'm adding that image to my diddle drawer.
Unfortunately, as I came down from the high he eventually allowed me, it was painfully obvious his walls were going back up–again. His expression went flat and he walked out, ordering me to follow him so we couldtalk. He’s right, wedoneed to talk, because I can’t keep doing this back and forth with him. It’s giving me whiplash and I’m starting to feel things I shouldn’t.
I pull on his hoodie along with a pair of shorts and make my way to the living area, where I find him sitting at one end of the couch. Curling my legs underneath my ass at the opposite end, I can already feel his eyes on me, like lasers threatening to burn straight through me. My cheeks involuntarily heat at the attention.
“What did you wanna talk about?” I ask. “I also have something I’d like to discuss.”
I glance over and we catch each other's eyes. I always thought he was attractive, but the man is a literal perfect specimen. Not even these confusing feelings I’m having have curbed my desire to lick him head to toe, just for the sake of saying I did it. Jesus, I don’t think I’ve ever been so obsessed with wanting to put my tongue on another human before.Okay. Reel it back in Arabella.Focus.
“We’ll start with the night I took you to check on your mother,” he pauses and I offer him a tight nod. “You said, and I quote,‘but It’s probably my own fault,’in reference to being drugged. Tell me what you meant by that.”
I suck my bottom lip between my teeth, chewing uncomfortably as my heart rate spikes. “Do I have to?” I whine.
“Need I remind you that you agreed to communicate openly, when we started this?”
Plopping my face into my palms, I groan. “Fine. I didn’t let Brad come upstairs with me after that first date we had at Gravity.” I don’t miss the flare of his nostrils and I’m not sure if it’s the mention of Brad or the date itself that has him ready to set the room ablaze. “I probably should have just let him come upstairs with me that night. Maybe then, he wouldn’t have taken extra steps on our second date, to ensure things went his way.”
“Arabella,” Ryker gasps. “What in the ever loving fuck would lead you to believe that you owed himanything. You do realize you can tell someone you’ll fuck them, or even start to fuckthem for that matter, and still revoke your consentat any point, right?”
“Theoretically,” I answer with a shrug of my shoulders. I want to tell him so badly, that my own mother has spent years telling me the exact opposite, but it feels like a door I’m not ready to open with him.
“There is notheoreticallyhere, sweet girl. What happened with Brad was notyourfault. The blame lies solely with him. Tell me you understand?” Why does him calling me that, do something I can’t explain?
“I–understand.”
“Good girl.” His praise feels like a balm to my soul, I didn’t know I needed. “Speaking of the predator, I got the call this morning that they found him. The dumbass was hiding out, actually trying to run. Between the large amount of Rohypnol they found in his home and the video surveillance of him dosing your wine, he won’t be a problem for you or anyone else for a long time.”
I can feel my eyes welling up with tears as I cover my mouth with both hands.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he orders while swiping a runaway tear with his thumb.
“I just can’t believe it’s over. You’re sure we don’t have to worry about him anymore?”
“Yes, I’m sure, but for good measure, I’ve had the memberships of him and his friend revoked at Gravity,” he reassures me.
Placing my hands in my lap, I sit up taller, like this news is giving me a renewed sense of confidence.
“Thank you, Ryker.”
“You’re welcome, Arabella.” Things suddenly feel too formal again, but before I can get more words out, he continues. “I want to give you the floor to discuss your things as well, but there issomething else I’d like to talk about first. Why didn’t you tell me sooner, that you’d been fired?”
Okay. I did not expect this to U-turn into a conversation about work or getting fired, but alright. “I’m not sure why I didn’t tell you. I guess I was ashamed that my life is such a mess that I can’t manage to hold onto a simple waitressing job,” I admit with a wince.
“I see. But you said those call offs were because of your Mom and her appointments, correct?”
I nod. “Yes, until this last time.”
His eyes burn through me as he holds my stare, like he’s both processing informationandcontemplating what comes next. “Do you have a plan to secure new employment?”
“Not yet. No.” I’m embarrassed to tell him I have no clue what happens next. I usually work so well under pressure, but I’m so overwhelmed, I feel frozen in place and that makes me scared. It’s a vicious cycle that I don’t know how to break.
“Open communication is so important. This all falls under that umbrella. I can’t do my job as a Dominant, if you don’t tell me what’s going on with you.”
