“Whatever you ne–”
“Please… let me finish. If I don’t keep going, I’ll never say it all, because I’ll chicken out.”
I wave my hand in a gesture signaling her to continue. My heart is beating so hard and fast, I can hear it rushing through my veins, in my ears.
“I would like to request a scene with you. I have a lot of emotions built up that I don’t know how to get rid of any other way. Emotions surrounding you and Raegan, around life in general. I need you to push me, so I can let you both go and move on with my life. You’re the only person I can think of that I trust enough to do this. Since we’re friends.”
“Friends.”
An ache settles in my chest. That word. It feels wrong coming out of my mouth. Like it’s a lie of the highest order. I run my fingers through my hair andinhale a deep breath, filling my lungs and holding it a moment before releasing it hard and fast.
“I know I said I have feelings, Hayes. It’s because of those feelings that I’m willing to let you both go. After this, I’ll be happy knowing you’re both happy together… or at least trying to be.”
In what world does she actually think Raegan and I could be salvageable? Even if we are, it doesn’t mean she has to leave? Does it?
“Why do you have to leave, though?”
“It’s just easier this way. Will you help me?”
I’ve never really said no to her and I’m not sure I can start now. The thought of her leaving me hurts my heart in a severely unexpected way and I’m suddenly aware of what a cruel mistress Karma is. This must be my penance. Tit for tat. I left Raegan and now Demi’s leaving me.
Except she’s not mine to lose.
“I’ll do it.” The words fall from my lips with a quickness I wasn’t prepared for, but the second I’ve said them her face lights up.
“Really?” She jumps back up from her seat and her arms encircling my waist before I know they’re coming. She squeezes tight and I let out a puff of air at the sudden contact. “Oh my god, Hayes. You don’t know what this means to me.”
Yeah, little pixie. Me too.
She’s on her knees, palms against her creamy thighs as I slowly circle her. “You know your safe word. You can use it at any point and everything stops. No matter what,” I remind her. I’m a control freak all the time. I thrive on it in my everyday life, but this… with her on the floor and me hovering above her, taking the control she so eagerly gave. It takes me to a different place. One where I can turn off the pressures of the world and just be. The second she got on her knees, that switch in my brain flipped. I’m so fucking ready for this my body is vibrating.
She damn near begged me to do this with her after she asked me yesterday, but I pushed back and required her to give it another night. I promised her if she slept on and still wanted this today, that we could do it tonight.
She waltzed into my office right after the doors opened and told me she was ready. She came dressed in a thin as fuck lace bralette that does zero to cover her nipples that were already hard, accompanied by a black, pleated skirt that barely covered her ass.
So here we are.
I’msofucked.
She asked me to tie her up again. Said it made her feel a way she’s never felt and she wants to experience it one more time. I’d prefer she experience it many more times, but I also don’t love the thought of someone else doing it. I’m a walking catch-22.
“I understand, Sir,” she responds, with a sweetness to her tone that goes straight to my cock.Definitely fucked.
We already went over the rules and usual safety talk. Now all that’s left is the good stuff.
“I won’t go easy on you,” I promise her.
“I can take it, Sir.”
We’ll see about that.
We’re in the basement, in the VIP room, but she asked that I let people watch if they want, so the window and door are both open. I changed into my most comfortable jeans and nothing else. No shirt, no shoes, no socks. Sure, there areplaces around the world where you wouldnotwant to walk barefoot, but my club isnotone of them. Our cleanliness is one of my most prideful points.
I take the hank of rope and dangle it in front of her face. “Is this what you want?”
She lets out a squeak and nods.
“Words, Babygirl. Use them.”
