Chapter 28 What Ever Are You Talking About?
“No… doesn’t feel boring…” I pant, as the hand on my ass moves to my hip, his fingers gripping me and slowly pulling, making me rock into him. My hands are still uselessly clutching the material of his shirt by his chest, as he keeps guiding my body, the feel of his bulge pressing into my core, making my body feel warm.
He trails his hand from my hair, around my neck, flattening his palm as he runs it down my panting chest, pulling his lips from my skin to look up at me.
“Reckon you can be a good girl for me, Doll?” He whispers, making me look down at him, the hand on my hip still guiding my body over him.
“I… what? Now?” I breathe, biting my bottom lip when he thrusts his hips against me.
“Whenever I need you to be.” He growls in response, taking his hand off my chest to put it on my other hip, digging his fingers into my flesh and moving me faster.
Gasping at the increased friction on my core, my body reacts instantly, rolling into his movements, arching my back, my head falling back as a moan tumbles from my lips. Wrapping a hand around the side of my neck, his thumb grazing my jaw, he pulls my face down to meet his, his tongue claiming me in a fluid motion as he kisses me.
He stands suddenly, making me wrap my legs around his waist, then he turns and lays me down while he kneels on the bed, his lips never leaving mine, and I’m never even giving him the chance. My hands go to his hair as he leans over me, pressing me into the bed, feeling as though I need him close to breathe.
His kiss slows, then moves from my mouth to my neck, while I breathe heavily, trying to rebalance the searing heat spiralling through my body.
“I think…” He mutters into my skin. “We should bring some of your toys home.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” He confirms, bringing his face back up to mine. “For next time.”
He winks at me, presses one last kiss to my lips, then pushes himself off the bed.
“Wait, wait... where are you going?” I rush to say, panicking as I sit myself up and watch him straighten his shirt.
“I told you, we’re going slow.” He smirks, revelling in the way my face drops. “Remember to set an alarm, we’ve got work in the morning.”
After David leaves me unsatisfied yet again, I grumble and huff my way into bed, then wake up with a strange sense of calm. It appears to be the case that David is overlooking my little transgression, and I am overlooking his.
Fetish worker and Mob Boss – there are weirder couples, right?
Either way, it also seems that he is pretty determined to keep to this ‘taking it slow’ idea too. I’m not sure why, but I assume that after our... agreement last night, that he will be more handsy, shower me with kisses, compliments.
That doesn’t happen.
He is acting exactly the same as when I first moved into the flat. No physical touches, half-flirty comments, and nothing else. Nothing else at all.
By the third day, I’m frustrated.
Very frustrated.
I’ve glared at him pretty much the entire way to the office (which he’s now allowed me to return to), and stormed into my own office, ignoring the smug glint in his eyes as he watches me. When I check the daily schedule, I realise that there are a few meetings booked, and I had an idea.
I act normally in the first meeting.
In the second meeting, I make sure to touch David a little bit more. A hand on his arm to whisper something in his ear. Grazing his leg with mine as I cross them under the table. Flicking my hair over my shoulder and leaning into him when he says something to me, knowing that my neck and the top of my chest will be right in his eyeline.
Apart from the muscle in his jaw tensing, he makes no other indication that my actions have affected him.
Not until the third meeting, that is.
I spend the first half in complete silence. Keeping my arms and legs in my own space, not touching him at all. Not even looking at him. In my peripherals, I catch him smirking slightly once he picks up on it, and I fight a smile. He thinks I’m mad at him, which is exactly what I want.
Then, towards the end of the meeting, I direct my energies to his guests.
Offering to refill their coffees, leaning over their shoulders to put their cups back down. Laughing at their jokes. Touching their arms, their shoulders as I put the new documents down in front of them.
All of my Mistress tactics.
One guest in particular is very on board – Daniel, one of the Wall Street types from the Investments team. He is loving the attention I’m handing out, and giving me a lot of attention back.
I ignore David’s hand curling into a fist on the arm of his chair as Daniel comments how it is ’Such a shame that David has kept me all to himself this whole time’. I ignore David’s eyes glaring at Daniel as he offers me his hand while I’m standing up.
But I can’t ignore David suddenly throwing his chair back when Daniel asks for my number after the others leave the room.
“Get back to work, Daniel.” David growls, storming over and shoving him out the door, slamming it shut loudly before turning to me, his pupils blown wide in anger. “Think this is funny, Doll?”
“What ever are you talking about, Mr. Reid?” I ask innocently, an eyebrow raised, but with a smirk on my lips that challenges him.
A smirk that is wiped off my lips when his hand encircles my neck as he walks me backwards, until I hit the table.
He holds his face mere millimetres from mine, the anger radiating off of him, and I breathe as silently as I can to calm my thumping heart down a little.
Staring up at him though, I feel so far away from calm.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” He says. “What, you’re not getting enough attention from me, so you go to someone else for it?”
“Well, if that’s what you think I’m doing, then maybe it's because you aren’t giving me enough attention, Sir.” I retort.
My comment makes him spin me around and push me face down onto the desk.
“Is this enough for you?” He asks, leaving his hand on the back of my neck to keep me in place, while he kicks my feet apart.
I breathe as I feel his free hand slide up the side of my thigh, bringing my skirt up with the movement, until I feel the breeze of fresh air on my legs. Then his fingers are hooking over the band of my underwear, and he starts dragging them down.
“David!” I squeal as I realise where this is headed, but the hand on my neck prevents me from being able to look round, and he keeps pulling my underwear down until they fall to my ankles.
“You just said you wanted my attention, Doll. Well, now you have it.” He says through gritted teeth, his fingers trailing back up my bare thigh as I shiver. “Or maybe I should just make sure that you aren't looking at anyone else again.”
After he finishes his sentence, his hand smacks against my ass, making me gasp into the wood that my face is pressed against. I clench my teeth as I feel my core throb, my hands forming fists on the table.
SMACK!
After another smack, he rubs his hand over the area, soothing it, before he sucks in a breath and grips my flesh hard.
“You look so fucking beautiful like this.” He says, more to himself than to me. His fingers trail towards my core, and I shudder visibly once he reaches it, his fingers sliding up and down, grazing my clit every so often. “You’re always so wet after getting spanked, aren’t you? Doesn’t matter if it’s my hands or your Nine Tails… I wonder if it's the same for this…”
His fingers leave me, and my hips push back instinctively at the loss of contact. The next sound I hear is the clink of metal, the slither of leather, and I peer round just enough to see him pulling his belt off.
“Be a good girl, and stay still for me.” He says in a level, smooth voice, slowly taking his hand away from my neck, and wrapping his belt around his hand.