Chapter 29 I'm Going To Teach You To Shoot
I swallow, then part my lips to breathe as evenly as I can. Waiting. Anticipating his next move, but not being fully prepared.
SWAT!
When his belt hits my skin, my back arches and I moan loudly. He quickly leans forward and clamps his hand over my mouth, cutting the sound off halfway through.
“This door isn’t locked,” He hisses into my ear, making my eyes roll back a little at the thought. “So unless you want someone to run in and see what the commotion is, you need to keep your noises to yourself. Think you can you do that?”
I nod quickly.
“Good girl.”
He slowly slides his hand off my mouth, just as his belt comes down on my skin another time.
SWAT!
I whimper, biting my bottom lip as hard as I can to stifle the sound. It seems acceptable to him, as he whips me again, the sharp sound of the leather striking my ass resonating through the room.
SWAT!
A few seconds pass with no other movement, just the feeling of the sting blossoming over my ass and back of my thighs. I can feel myself involuntarily clenching, my core desperately needing something to satisfy my desire.
That something comes very suddenly, in the form of David’s tongue, lapping up the wetness dripping out of me. I groan, then clench my teeth shut as my body tenses at the sensation of him licking my sex, my clit, sucking the bundle of nerves and then starting all over again.
I start rocking my hips back, rolling them as his mouth works against me, and just as I start to feel the low buzz start to build, his tongue disappears, and I am being pulled upright, spun around, and he is crashing his lips to mine.
My hands instantly go to his neck, his collar, trying to desperately pull him closer as I tangle my tongue with his, tasting myself on his lips. When I start trying to sit back on the table, and pull him with me, he pulls back.
“I’ve got a phone call to make.” He says simply, winking at my dumbfounded expression, then bending down. “Don’t worry, Doll... I’ll take very good care of these.” He adds, picking up my underwear and putting them into his pocket.
“Time to get back to work for you, I think?” He asks, his eyebrow raised, but I know it isn’t a real question.
With clenched teeth, I stand, pulling my skirt down, and stride past him, throwing the door open and heading back to my office. He smirks at my retreating figure.
I end up going back to the apartment without David. Marcus keeps guard, as always, outside the apartment, and inside, I’m drinking some more of David’s expensive wine, in one of my chemises with skimpy briefs, wandering around and investigating everything in sight.
If he can play games, then I can as well.
By the time he returns home, I’m in his office, in the chair behind his desk, my legs crossed as my feet rest on top of the desk. I have the wine in one hand, and one of his vintage books in the other, and am mindlessly flicking through the pages.
“What are you doing here?” He asks, his voice clipped as he takes in the scene before him. I look up at him in the doorway, and offer him a sweet, innocent smile.
“Oh, hello, Mr. Reid. I was just making myself at home. You have exquisite taste in reds.” I tease, holding up my wine glass briefly. “But I have to say, some of these books are boring.” I huff, closing the book and throwing it onto the desk, taking my legs off at the same time and taking another gulp of wine as I stand. “This Da Vinci guy is great and all, but he’s not as interesting as your file on Trent.” I say, stabbing a finger at the manila folder that is also on the desk.
David’s eyes snap to it, then back to me. He marches over, snatching the file off the desk, and narrows his eyes at me.
“You shouldn’t be looking at this stuff.” He snarls.
“It’s to do with the people who want to kidnap me, isn't it? So really, I should absolutely be looking at this stuff. You know, because it involves me.” I polish off the wine, then carefully place the glass on the desk, then look back at my boss as I lick my bottom lip. “Plus, if you leave me all alone for a few hours, I’m bound to get into some kind of trouble.” I smirk, noticing his eyes running over my outfit for what seems to be the first time.
When he looks back up at me, the anger has disappeared.
“Well, I’m super tired.” I say, fake yawning. “I’m exhausted from keeping myself… occupied while you’ve been at work.”
“And how have you been doing that? Rifling through my entire study?” He questions, stepping closer, but I don’t cower underneath his interrogation.
“I brought back some of my toys, like you suggested the other day, Mr. Reid.” I explain, running a hand down the lapel of his suit, feeling his chest move with his heavy breath. “Shame you weren’t here to try them out with me. But don’t worry, I’ve already started marking down where the hooks will need to be installed, for when you are available.” I wink before sidestepping him and heading towards the door.
I subtly look back, smiling when I see him looking around, and tensing when he finds the little ‘x’ I’ve put in masking tape on the ceiling in the corner.
He’ll find the others soon enough.
By the weekend, there have been no other incidents between me and David. The only thing that has happened, is when I came back home on Friday after work, and I started to notice that there were now hooks exactly where I put my masking tape marks. I spent the next hour rechecking them, seeing if he managed to find all of them, and I bit my lip when I see that he’s got every single one.
Even the one under his study desk, which is the one that I am most excited for.
See, David’s desk is one where from the front, it is completely closed off, so when he is sat down, I can’t see below his stomach. Just an ornate, wooden detail across the front.
Which means that if I am under the desk, I also won’t be seen. And I hope that, when he installs this particular hook, he understands what my idea is, where I am tied up, under his desk, while he is in a meeting.
The thought thrills me, and I am eagerly waiting for that possibility to come around. David spends quite a bit of time in his study now, having these ‘Mob meetings’, more so since my kidnapping attempt outside The Red Room, as he hasn’t wanted to leave me unattended for too long. So, almost every other evening, and every weekend, I am ordered to stay in my room with Theo, Marcus or Harlan standing outside, and the rest of them in the meeting, with whoever else is in David’s organisation, or another organisation. I still am not completely clued up with what these meetings involve, but I always hear numerous voices when they walk through the apartment.
This Saturday though, I wander through the apartment to the kitchen, intending to grab breakfast before being shoved back into my room for the rest of the day, when something rare happens.
David is in the kitchen, sipping a cup of coffee, and smiling at me when I come in.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Nothing’s wrong.” He replies simply.
“You’re never here in the mornings.” I point out, heading over to the coffee machine to start on my own drink. “It’s usually Marcus that has breakfast with me.”
“Well, today is going to be different.”
“Hmm? How so?” I ask as the machine starts whirring.
“We have plans today.”
“We as in…”
“You and me.”
“Oh.” I say, my body suddenly feeling very alert and excited. “What plans do we have, sir?”
He smiles again, puts his coffee down, and walks over to me, and puts his arms either side of me, resting them on the counter behind as he looks down at me.
“Once you’re dressed, we’re going somewhere.”
“Right. And where are we going?” I ask, not enjoying this cryptic conversation so early in the day.
“I’m going to teach you to shoot a gun.”