by lanie love
“Are you sure? I mean, I want this, but I don’t want to pressure you.”
“No, no, I’m ready. I really am.”
He looks over at me and kisses the hand that he’s been holding as he drives.
We are barely in the apartment before he’s all over me. He lifts me in his arms and carries me to my bedroom. Without turning on the light, he gently lowers me onto my bed and begins to slowly undress me. He starts to kiss every inch of me. He moans deeply, loving the feel of my skin on his. He makes his way from my neck to my breasts, caressing one. The sound of my moaning is arousing him.
“Mmm, I love you so much, Sweetheart,” he whispers. “Sweetie, let's just do it with the lights on. Let's just go for it.”
My body stiffens underneath him. I push him off, get up, and throw on my robe. “What is it,” he says, slightly frustrated and completely hurt. I turn on the light.
“I can't. You know how I feel about that. I'm going to take a shower.”
I walk toward the bathroom, but he holds on to my arm and turns me towards him.
“Sweetie, okay. I got carried away. I'm sorry,” he says, feeling like a total bastard for pushing me too far. “You’re so beautiful. I just want to show you how much.”
“It's okay, I know you're frustrated. I know it’s hard to understand, but I am working on feeling more confident. When it finally happens, it's going to be great, you'll see.”
“Okay,” he smiles at me. “Sweetie, take a shower in the morning. I just want to hold you tonight. I feel like I never see you anymore.”
“It won't always be this way. Just be a little patient, okay.” I turn off the light, we change into our pajamas and get into bed. He wraps me in his arms and I snuggle in close. In the back of my mind, I wonder how it will feel to finally make love to him as husband and wife. I know in the end when we are happily married, all of this waiting will all be worth it. I’m going to have my perfect husband and a perfect home where our kids are happy and loved. My dream is so close, I can almost reach out and touch it.
Chapter Eighteen
Sage Turner
“Shit,” I say, jumping out of bed. I hate being late for work. It throws off my whole day. I hurry to take a shower, get dressed, kiss JR, grab my stuff, and race out the door all in 20 min. I make it without a moment to spare and head to my cubicle. Sitting down, to catch my breath and sipping on the magnificent cup of coffee I took the time to grab from the crafts food table, I savor the flavor. “Mmmm.” The sip hits my tongue. I can already feel it working its magic. I close my eyes to enjoy it.
“Sage?”
“Shit.” I almost drop the cup. I look up to see Finch eyeing me as he leans against my cubicle wall.
“Good morning, Mr. Finch.” I sit up straight, trying to ignore the hairs standing up on the back of my neck. If I didn’t need this damn job so bad, I would really tell him about himself.
“Yes, it is. I look forward to working with you on Monday,” he says walking away.
“I can't wait, sir,” I say, sarcastically. Did I really just call him sir?
Which reminds me. I turn on my iPhone, hoping to find a message from Mr. Wade about our training this afternoon. But there isn't anything. I go to my laptop and sure enough, there is a message waiting for me:
Kent: Miss Turner, I look forward to continuing our training this afternoon.
Sage: I look forward to it as well. I smile in spite of myself as I type. As long as I'm not keeping you from other obligations. That damn voice keeps playing in my mind. I hear my message alert and I'm surprised he responds so quickly.
Kent: Nothing else is more important and I've cleared my schedule for this afternoon. I'm all yours.
Sage: Well, no pressure there.
Kent: None.
Sage: Don't you have a company to run, sir?
Kent: I'm in a meeting as we speak.
Oh, shit.
Sage: I'm sorry to have bothered you.
Kent: No bother at all, Sage. Like I said, nothing is more important. I'll see you after work. Bring your appetite, I want to feed you.
Sage: Yes, sir, have a good day at work.
Why am I smiling like an idiot?
Kent: Check your iPhone. I just sent you the new code to the elevator. My day is getting better as we speak. Adieu.
“Adieu? Does he speak French?” I think out loud before catching myself. I check my iPhone and get the new codes before I start what's shaping up to be a great day.
The elevator doors open and I am expecting to see Collin, but he is nowhere to be found. I automatically check my watch as I look around. I smell something delicious coming from the kitchen so I follow where my nose takes me, only to be greeted by his housekeeper.
“Miss Turner, how lovely to see you again. Mr. Wade will be out shortly, he and Patty are in a meeting.”
“Patty,” I ask and she blushes as she corrects herself by calling him Collin.
“Oh, that's fine,” I say, now feeling a bit awkward. I hope she doesn’t think I thought he was with another woman. Then again, who knows how many women of his she’s met. I’m sure one was probably named Patty. God, what am I doing? Why do I even care how many women she’s met? This is business, Sage. Just research. Don’t start getting caught up in feelings. As a matter of fact, leave all feelings out of it. This is just business.
“Please, have a seat. Would you care for something to drink? Some wine maybe,” she offers.
“Wine would be great, actually and please, call me Sage,” I say taking the wine.
“Only if you call me, Mable,” she says, giving me a warm smile.
“Okay, then Mable, you've got a deal. What are you cooking? It smells delicious.”
She tells me that it is Carrot Glazed Chicken. She gives me a taste and oh my God, my mouth explodes with flavor. The sweet glaze of the carrot mixed with the chicken is an amazing combination. I tell her it reminds me of the chicken and waffles my mom cooks for me when I visit her in New Orleans.
I guess that breaks the ice because she and I are now chatting away about southern cooking and swapping recipes. She says she’s always wanted to make Gumbo, but she can’t quite get the roux right.
“That just happens to be my specialty,” I say, telling my not-so-secret, secret, passed down from my Mamie Symone. I ask her what Mr. Wade's favorite meal is, totally expecting her to give me the name of some exotic hard to pronounce dish, but she surprises me when she says that he always asks her to make him Spaghetti with meatballs. “No,” I say, completely floored.
“It is his favorite,” she nods. And I laugh at the thought of him and such a simple dish.
I stop to catch my breath when I look over and see Mr. Wade standing in the doorway watching Mable and me. We abruptly stop talking. She busies herself while my eyes move instinctively down to study the counter. Mr. Wade walks over and sits down next to me.
I wait for his instruction.
“Good afternoon, Sage,” he greets me.
“Good afternoon, Sir.” Please let me look at you.
“You may look at me,” he says as if reading my mind and I quickly glance up at him. He does a quick eye-fuck of me before turning to Mable. “Is dinner almost ready?”
“Yes, sir, I'm ready to serve. Would you like to eat here or in the dining room?”
“The dining room, please,” he answers, as he gets off the stool and holds his open hand out to me.
We’re served and Mr. Wade excuses Mable for the rest of the evening. Alone with him, suddenly I feel very uneasy. I stare at my plate.
“Look at me, Sage,” he whispers and I do as I’m told. I’m surprised how easy it’s become.
“I'm sorry, sir. I guess I'm a little nervous.”
“Why,” he asks, his brow furrowed. I can almost see his ears perk up to listen.
“I don't know. Being here, having dinner with you, it just seems so…” I struggle for a word.
“Intimate,” he says.
“Yes, sir.”
That's exactly what it feels like. It is much too intimate. Too much like a date and not business arrangement.
“Relax, it’s only so that we can talk a moment. We just need to clarify a few things… to make sure we are on the same page.”
“Okay, I get that. Yes, that's good,” I say, relaxing a little now. “Is there something specific we need to discuss?”
Feeling hungry, I dig into my meal, which makes him smile. His amusement has me looking at my shirt to make sure I didn’t spill anything on it.
“The last time you were here, we were at an impasse,” he says, cutting into his own chicken. “You were unsure if you were able to agree to the terms of our arrangement where cutting yourself was concerned. I'm curious to know where we stand now. Have you decided to continue with my training? Or have you decided to seek guidance elsewhere?”
“ I‘m here because I am ready to fully commit myself to our arrangement as long as you will still have me as your sub, sir.”
“Good,” he says, inhaling, with a sip of his wine. “Now, let's finish our meal. The sooner you eat, the sooner I will have you tied up and begging for release in my playroom.”
“Are you really going to punish me?”
“I thought that was made clear, Miss Turner. Eat.” I clean my plate. I make a mental note to thank Mable for the experience before I get up to clear away the plates. “Leave it,” he says and hands me a key to the playroom. “I want you kneeling in position.”
I take the key and I'm about to rush off to the playroom when something springs into my head.
“Sir,” I call to him. He stands and waits for me to continue. “Why did you change the elevator codes? Did you not want me back?” His face is now serious as he sees that my feelings are hurt.
“Sage.” He walks over to me and places his hand on my cheek. I briefly close my eyes and lean into his hand, lost in the sensation. I look up into his eyes and I see a flash of emotion before he quickly moves his hand away and places it back at his side. “Miss Turner,” he begins again, stern this time. His posture has stiffened. “I changed the codes because there was a breach in security. Someone with whom I recently severed ties with managed to gain entry.”
“The woman I heard over the phone,” I say and now I feel like three-day-old shit.
He was in danger. He could have been hurt while I was too busy being jealous. Jealous? That's not what I was.
“Yes,” he says. “I'm sorry you had to hear that. But it's been handled. And just to be clear, asking you to stay away has never entered my mind. You’re welcomed here anytime.”
I pray he doesn’t see me swooning like the fool he’s turning me into.
“ I thought that you were, that is to say, I thought she…” I don't continue.
“As I've said, I'm all yours. Now… Playroom.”
“Yes, sir,” I say and run off to get in position. I can't wipe off the stupid grin that is now painted vividly on my face.
He’s all mine.
****
Kent Wade
I end my meeting with Collin after he assures me that the new security measures are in place. I go in search of Sage, realizing that I have left Mable to entertain her longer than I anticipated. I hope it isn't too much of an imposition for her.
My concerns are quickly put to rest when I see the two of them chatting away like old friends. I stand there in the doorway and watch in awe. Sage is so engaging. I can see why she’s in journalism. She’s a natural. I can also tell when Mable is just being professional and polite. You would have to know her well to know when she didn't care for someone. Looking at her talk to Sage, it’s clear that this is more than just a polite conversation and that she is actually enjoying her company.
I’m soon found out, however, when they both turn to see me in the doorway. My obedient girl lowers her eyes, while Mable suddenly becomes extremely busy doing nothing around the kitchen.
“Good afternoon, sir.” My dick jumps, ready to answer her for himself.
Down boy, she was talking to me.
I tell her to look at me and she quickly looks up. I can stand and look into those eyes for the rest of my life if she'd let me. I ask Mable is dinner ready, but I know damn well it is. She is nothing if not a stickler for time, but I use the question in an effort to gain control of my thoughts.
Mable serves us and I give her the rest of the night off to enjoy with Collin. I look over at Sage and she is staring down at her plate. I know I gave her permission to look at me. Why is she avoiding me?
“I'm sorry, sir. I guess I'm a little nervous,” she admits.
“Why?”
“I don't know, being here, having dinner with you, it just seems so…”
“Intimate?”
“Yes, sir.”
I've seen you naked. I've seen you have an orgasm that would put even the most experienced sub to shame, but sharing a meal with me gets you nervous. You are a very interesting woman. More and more I’m finding it hard to keep the lines clear with you.
“Relax, it’s only so that we can talk a moment. We just need to clarify a few things. To make sure we are on the same page,” I tell her. But if I was at all honest with myself, I would admit I am a bit jealous. I want to be the man in her life that makes sure she eats.
“Okay, I get that. Yes, that's good. Is there something specific we need to discuss,” she asks and I smile as I see her begin to not only eat, but enjoy the meal.
Damn, the way that fork is sliding in and out of her mouth. Jesus Christ, she has no idea what she does to me.
I ask her if she is planning on ending our arrangement so she can cut herself. I ask the question, knowing full well I have no intention of letting her go. If cutting is a deal breaker, I will have no choice but to let her do it.
“I am here because I am ready to fully commit myself to our arrangement as long as you will still have me as your sub, sir.
Yes. Fully commit yourself to me, Angel and I'll give you any damn arrangement you want.
“Good,” I tell her. “Now, let's finish our meal. The sooner you eat, the sooner I will have you tied up and begging for release in my playroom.”
“Are you really going to punish me?”
Oh, you are so going to be punished.
“I thought that was made clear, Miss Turner. Eat.” We finish our meal and she gets up to clear away the plates. No, Angel, I'm much too eager to wait for you to do that. “Leave it,” I say as I hand her the new key to the playroom. “I want you kneeling in position.”
She takes the key and races off to the playroom suddenly stopping, wanting to know if she’s the reason I changed the codes.
Fuck, Angel, no, never. I would never want you to stay away from me.
“Sage,” I say as I walk over to her. Wanting to ease the hurt I see in her face, I place my hand gently on her cheek. The look on her face as she briefly closes her eyes and leans into my hand, takes my breath away. Remembering myself, I quickly move my hand away. “Miss Turner,” I begin again. “I changed the codes because there was a breach in security. Someone who I long since severed ties with managed to gain entry.”
“The woman I heard over the phone?” Fucking Jen. Is that bitch ever going to stop causing me problems? “I'm sorry… I thought that you were… that is to say, she...” She stops and I know exactly what she thought. I guess I'm not the only one who's jealous.
“As I've said, I'm all yours. Now... Playroom.”
Now.
“Yes, sir,” she says running off.
Chapter Nineteen
Kent Wade
Once I have changed out of my clothes, I head to the playroom. I enter to find my good girl in perfect position, waiting for me.
“You may come to me, Miss Turner,” I command her. I lead her to the middle of the playroom and bind her wrist before lifting them straight above her head. I attach her to one of the carbine hooks in the ceiling and adjust her, pulling the straps of the restraints until she is standing on her tiptoes. I ta
ke a moment to look at her tied up and stretched out before me. Absolutely Beautiful. “What are your safe words?” I ask, not wanting her to panic again.
“Yellow and red sir,” she says, without question. Mmm, much better than before.
I walk behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her closer to me and lifting her sexy little ass so that it tucks into my pelvis. I brush it up against my rock-hard erection and can't help but moan at the feel of the soft skin of her firm ass. Leaning forward, I press my chest against her back, kissing her neck. She smells divine. My fingers tweak her nipples as they bounce up and down with her heavy breathing. They become hard in my hands.
“Do you trust me,” I whisper softly in her ear as she moans in satisfaction.
“Yes, sir,” she answers without any hint of fear in her voice.
Mmmm, that's my girl.
“Ohhh, Miss Turner, I want so much for you to be my good girl tonight. I want so much to pleasure you.” I suckle her ear lobe before moving back to her neck, tasting her as I go along. Her skin is sweet, like she’s dusted herself with cinnamon sugar. Mmm, I like it. “You've been a naughty girl, and you must be taught a lesson. You will not be allowed to come tonight. Do not ask me to, understand?
“Yes, sir,” she says reluctantly. Shit, Angel, I think this is going to hurt me more than it hurts you.
“I'm going to blindfold you tonight.” Now that I’ve gained some trust, she should be fine with the blindfold.
“Yes, sir,” she whispers as the blindfold covers her eyes. I bury my nose in her hair and inhale deeply before kissing her head. Mmm, so good.
“Tell me why you're being punished,” I demand, coming around to stand in front of her.
“Because, I was disrespectful and I defied you, sir,” she answers.
Oh yes. Yes, you most certainly did. You were a very bad girl.
“Let's begin then,” I tell her now that I'm sure she knows why I need to punish her. She’s so new to this. I’m not used to taking such care, but she’s proven worth the trouble so far. The reward she gave me our first session was more than what I expected. I hope her handling a punishment will be just as fulfilling.