26
Ryker
Ihad every intention of staying home tonight, but I couldn’t sit still so I went to work instead. They don’t exactly need me but I can always find something to occupy me. Plus, I need to talk to my best friend.
I’ve just arrived when my phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out to see my girl has sent a text. My girl.That’s new. I made her promise to text or call if she needed anything. I hope nothing’s wrong, but I’m proud of her for reaching out like I told her to.
Unlocking my cell, I open our text chain and my heart immediately pounds faster at the image she’s sent. It’s a neck down picture of her tits in a lacy bra. But it’s not just her gorgeous tits I see, but her pale, sloping neck. Her soft, bare stomach. And her hand.Fuck. Her hand is dipped into her panties.
My dick is already growing in my jeans, when it buzzes again.
Bella:I hope you’re having a good evening, Sir. Thinking of you. ??
I suck in a breath, holding it and I can feel my blood pressure steadily rising. Maybe someone can pinch me, because I can’t believe what I’m seeing. Did she mean to send me this picture? If not, who the fuck did she think she was sending it to?
Me:You better not be doing what it looks like you’re doing in that picture. You know the rules.
Her response comes quickly. What the fuck is happening?
Bella: What are you going to do about it if I am… Daddy?
If I wasn’t rock hard before, her calling meDaddyhas my dick trying to fully punch its way through my zipper. Attempting to ignore my raging hard on, a hint of concern starts to grow because this behavior isnotconsistent with the girl I know, so far. And then it hits me.
Me:Are you drunk?
Bella: Nooooo. I’ve only had one margarita, silly. Well, maybe two. They may have had both vodka and tequila in them, but I swear I’m fiiiiiine. Don’t be such a stick in the mud, mister.
Bella:You didn’t tell me if you liked the picture. I was thinking about you while I fingered my soaking wet pussy.
How is it possible to be half furiousandhalf aroused at the same time? I don’t know whether I want to spank her round ass until she apologizes or fuck her beautiful face until she cries. Shit. The answer is definitelyboth. But now’s not the time. I need to get my dick under control, because I’m the one that’s fuckingincharge.
Me:I loved the picture, sweet girl, but don’t think you’re not in trouble right now. Pack your shit. I’m coming to get you. And put some fucking clothes on.
Bella:I’ll be ready for you, Daddy.
Does she think this is a joke? Because I’m not fucking laughing and she won’t be either when I’m through with her.
I climb the stairs behind the bar to the offices and head to Hayes’ door. It’s cracked, thank god, so I know I won’t be interrupting anything sordid.
“Hey, everything okay? Where’s the fire?” Hayes asks.
“If you don’t have anything going on, I could use your help.”
Ten minutes later, Hayes and I are in my car, headed to Wrinley’s apartment. We pulled her address from the club directory since we know she’s been there as a guest. I swear I need to put a tracker on Arabella’s phone, I think to myself and then promptly dismiss it… because I’m not a fucking stalker.
“You wanna tell me what this is all about, man?” Hayes asks. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so worked up over a chick before.”
Who sayschickanymore? “She’snota chick,” I grit out. “She’s my submissive and I’m concerned, because she’s not acting like herself. I think she’s been drinking. The last two times she was drinking, she ended up in unsafe situations. That girl andalcohol are not a good combo.” I’m not sure who I’m trying to convince, because I don’t think I believe my own bullshit at this point and I’m not sure my best friend does either.
“But she’s at her best friend's place, right? Isn’t that the safest place she could be right now?”
Is he probably right? Yes. Do I give a fuck? Not even a little. “The safest place for her is with me,” I assert, my expression firm, waiting for him to agree with me.
“Whatever you say, my friend,” he grins. “To be clear, I’m not judging your obvious infatuation with her. You used to date her mother. I just worry that this could get messy for you, is all.”
“Nothing will get messy, becausenothingis happening between us. It’s purely transactional.” But I can’t stop myself from thinking,what if it wasn’t just transactional. What if it could be more?
Arabella
