by lanie love
“You can't do that. You can't leave JR alone with him. And really, how are you going to explain your sudden illness? You are going to have to play this cool. Just do what we all do in these situations.”
“What is that?”
“Don’t do shit. As a matter of fact, you don't know shit. You've never seen him before in your life. Got it? Now, come on, get it together. Use that reporter thing you guys do when the red light goes on and you morph into likeable people.”
“Ok, you’re right,” I tell her, taking another shot.
“Darn it, they're looking over here, let's go. I got your back. Don't worry,” she says as she and I head over with Kelsey walking a step behind us.
“Sweetheart,” JR says, pulling me close to him. He drapes his arm over my shoulder, proud to show me off.
“Hey,” I say to him. “Hey Air.”
“Hey, Saytie Say,” he says to me. Any other time, I would kick Allie’s ass for telling him my childhood nickname, but now, it barely registers on the Richter scale of this clusterfuck happening right now.
“Guys, this is my girl Sage and her friends Laura and Kelsey.” I do my best not to look at Mr. Wade as I stand there with my arm around JR’s waist, but Kelsey sure is staring at him. Suddenly, I’m regretting letting her tag along.
“Ladies, this is Aaron’s younger brother Kent. He owns the place,” JR, says. Of course, he does.
“We’ve met him,” Laura says, pointing between us.
“Right, I forgot,” JR, says.
Mr. Wade smiles at Laura, but he barely acknowledges me. He skips right past me and hangs on to Kelsey like she's an old friend. In fact, both he and a few of Aaron’s friends seem to know her. God, this bitch gets around.
Laura all but forgets having my back as the blonde guy with the muscles takes her to the dance floor, but what has me pissed is Mr. Wade and Kelsey tucking themselves away in the corner engrossing in private conversations.
JR pulls me out on the dance floor. I'm trying to pay attention to him, but I can't help but look at Kelsey as she's all over Mr. Wade and what's worse, he’s enjoying it. He doesn't even care that I'm in JR’s arms dirty dancing with him right now. Finally, he takes the time to tear his eyes off Kelsey and glances my way.
I pull JR into a deep kiss, plunging my tongue in and out of his mouth. I reach down and hold his dick so hard it makes him moan. He takes hold of my waist and presses me more into him. I can feel him getting hard, fast. Now, I feel guilty because I wasn't even thinking about JR. just then. Feeling embarrassed, I push him away to go to the bathroom. I stop and ask for directions from Collin, who stands ever ready and he points me in the right direction. Before I go, I turn back and roll my eyes at Mr. Wade, who frowns at me, but right now I couldn't care less about him being angry.
****
Oh my God this can't be happening! What the hell am I going to do?
I splash water on my face for the third time, trying to soothe the heat that’s coming from it. I need to calm down. Thank God, this is a private bathroom. I couldn't handle people in my face right now. Shit, why is he here? I've been training with him almost every day for the last two weeks and he never mentioned he was coming here tonight. Never said a damn word.
What do I do? What do I do? I can't stay locked in this damn bathroom forever, that’s for sure. Well, I'll just do what he first told me to do. I will just not respond to him, since he hasn't given me permission to anyway. He barely looked at me. And so what if the fact that he's been eye-fucking Kelsey all night is pissing me off? I'm here with JR anyway.
What the fuck, am I really this petty? I have no right to be acting jealous. Besides, he's just doing it on purpose to rile me. Why the hell didn't it occur to me that he would want to hang out with Aaron tonight? Did he know I would be here tonight? Knowing him, he’d want to know who all was coming. I'm sure his brother mentioned my name. I bet he set this whole damn thing up just to get back at me.
“Well, fuck him,” I yell at myself in the mirror.
Two can play this game, I'm going right out there, grab JR, and fuck him right in the middle of the dance floor. Take that Kent fucking Mr. Wade.
Determined for him to kiss my ass, I square my shoulders and start for the door. I pull it open and look up right into a pair of very angry blue eyes. He moves forward quickly, pushing me back into the bathroom. Before he closes and locks the door, I look over his shoulder and I see Collin taking up position in front of it. Like a trapped animal about to be devoured by its predator, I stand there looking around wildly for a last-ditch effort to save my life.
“You were saying,” he asks.
“Sir?”
“Who is the him you want to fuck?” Oh, shit, he heard that. “What did you think you were doing out on that dance floor? Do you think that was appropriate behavior?” He walks forward as I move back. I am backed up into a counter. “You will answer me when I ask you a question, Miss Turner,” his voice is low and menacing.
“I'm not sure I know what you are referring to, sir.”
“I am referring to you ramming your tongue down your boyfriend's throat and hand-fucking him in the middle of the goddamn dance floor.” His voice is much too calm. Much, much too calm.
“Well,” I clear my throat to stop it from squeaking. “He is my boyfriend. It's not like I just met him tonight, unlike someone else I know.” I can feel the heat of his anger radiating from him. He leans down close to my ear and whispers.
“And was that little display of affection for his benefit… or mine?” I swallow the truth down hard. “Regardless, you have displeased me. Do you understand what happens now?”
“Yes,” I whisper as realization dawns that he means to punish me right now in the bathroom. He nips my ear hard with his teeth and I gasp from the pain.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Turn around. I'm going to punish you now,” he says as he moves away to give me room to comply. I turn my back and look over my shoulder at him. This stupid Flapper Girl getup I’m wearing has little in the way of protection. “What are your safe words?”
“Yellow and Red, sir.”
“Take off your panties and lift that sexy dress of yours.” I do as he asks with no hesitation and I know he is pleased. “Give me the panties.” Looking back at him, I place my panties in his waiting hand. He buries his nose in them and inhales dramatically. “Mmmm, I can smell your arousal. Did kissing that boyfriend of yours get you this turned on?” Please don't really make me answer that. He then folds my panties and tucks them in his pants pocket. I catch my breath as he takes off his belt and I realize that he is going to spank me with it. “Place your palms flat on the counter,” he demands. I do what he says, placing both my palms flat. I lean over and the cold silver metal makes my nipples harden. “Do you know why you're being punished?”
“Because I tried to make you jealous by seducing my boyfriend in front of you, sir.”
“Try again,” he commands and I comply.
“Because I was jealous that you were flirting with my friend, sir.”
“No.” He slaps me hard on the ass with his belt. Oh, my God, it feels so good. I will give him the wrong answers for the rest of my life if it means being punished like this. He grabs a fist full of my hair, yanks my head back, and holds me steady.” You. Are. Being. Punished. Because. You. Are. The. Submissive. You. Are. Not. In. Control. You. Do. Not. Get. To. Manipulate. Your. DOM.”
His movements are very controlled as he brings the belt down and hits me hard on the ass, emphasizing each word. Each hit is harder than the last. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I think of JR and I pray that he’s being kept away. But those thoughts are quickly pushed back until I no longer care.
My body is singing as its every fiber is now focused on the delicious pain that it is receiving. If JR was to walk in here at this moment, I would beg for Mr. Wade not to stop. Every hit takes me higher and closer to where I have needed to be all night.
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nbsp; I am so close to coming that I can feel my juices begin to run down my legs. I place my forehead on the cool metal counter preparing myself to be overtaken by what I know is going to be an explosive orgasm. My body begins to tremble and prepare for release and I'm not sure my legs will hold me up much longer. All I can do now is hope I don’t end up on the floor, squirting cum all over my dress. I couldn’t hide that if I tried.
Now, he is still and the belt is discarded on the floor. I stay leaning on the counter wondering what action to take. My mouth is open in an unspoken plea and my eyes are wide with desperation. My whole body is screaming for more.
“You are not allowed to come without permission.”
Damn, how did I forget that part?
“May I come please, sir?” My voice is as shaky as my legs.
“Sit on the counter. Open your legs and play with yourself,” he commands and I obey. “You need to be quick.” I do as he says and begin to play with myself, quickly stimulating my clit, coiling it up into a tight ball. My orgasm begins to build again. My clit is pebble hard and it begins to blissfully uncoil. Mr. Wade grabs my wrist, preparing to take it away if I don’t hurry. I work at my clit like I'm possessed, trying to make myself come before he snatches my hand away. “I control your orgasms,” he says and I can hear the arousal in his voice. I glance down at his pelvis and see that his dick is straining hard against his pants, which sends me closer to the edge.”
“Please, sir, may I come… please,” I whisper.
“No.” He yanks my hand away from my clit. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck Him! He was never going to allow me to come. I'm not giving him the satisfaction of begging him. No matter how desperate I am. I am going to accept this fucking punishment, even if it kills me. “Fix yourself,” he says as he adjusts his pants.
“Yes, sir,” I say, trying not to sound like I want to tell him to go fuck himself. I hop down off the counter and do my best to straighten out my dress and my hair. His eyes roam over me, almost mesmerized.
“Fuck, you look so good,” he says, running his nose up my neck to the hollow of my ear. “Mmmm, you smell so fucking sexy.”
“May I have my panties back, please, sir,” I ask stepping away from him. I keep my eyes downcast to hide the grin on my face at how I can make him just as crazy as he makes me.
“No,” he barks out the word like he remembers he’s supposed to be mad at me. “And you are not allowed to play with yourself again. If you need a release, try fucking that boyfriend of yours. Leave now… I'm sure he's wondering what's kept you. I hope you're as good a liar as you are a manipulator.”
He leaves the restroom and I quickly follow behind him. He nods at Collin, who leaves us alone to make his way back down the hall.
“What is your problem, Kent?”
My anger at his insult is making me bold. You think I would have learned my lesson by now, but nope, not me. He turns around quickly and slams me against the wall. I look around realizing that we are now in a very public hallway where anyone walking by can see us. I look up with wide eyed surprise at him. Oh Shit. I think my Dom has truly arrived. He takes my face in his right hand grabbing my checks with his thumb and index finger. He turns my face to look at his, pinching my cheeks together so hard that my lips are pushed out into a duck pout.
“My problem, Miss Turner, is that this little arrangement we have is of your creation. You are the one in the committed relationship with your boyfriend. I have agreed to your terms. I have also warned you that I don’t like playing games. It is taking every ounce of control I have to stop myself from going up to that bastard, that you are killing yourself to be with, and punching him right in his face. So, do not provoke me again. And don't think I didn't see that fucking eye roll you gave me earlier. And when speaking to me, you will address me as Sir or Mr. Wade.”
“Yes, sir, I'm very sorry, Mr. Wade,” I whisper and just like that, my Dom is gone again. He backs away from me when JR comes into view. Laura is hot on his heels.
“Sweetheart, what took you so long,” he asks, looking at me with a frown.
Laura’s eyes go wide as she takes in my appearance and I realize I must look like I've just been fucked.
“Are you okay, Sage? What the hell happened to you,” JR says, as he looks from me to Mr. Wade. I watch in horror as his confused expression changes into realization.
He knows.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Kent Wade
Sage stands there frozen, unable to say a word.
“I'd like to answer that if you don't mind, Sage,” I say. She looks over at me and I can see the tears forming in her eyes as I'm sure she knows that we've just been caught.
I pause for a brief moment, trying to decide how I want to play this. I could move this poor bastard along in his thinking, knowing he will come to the conclusion that something just went down between me and his “girlfriend.” Once he’s gone, I’ll have her all to myself, but let's face it, she's already mine anyway. She's been mine since the moment I saw her in that damn club. This is all just schematics on both our parts.
But of course, typical Sage has to go and do what I least expect.
“No,” she says, turning to me. “Don't. This is my mess. I'll deal with it.”
“Deal with what,” the boyfriend asks. “What the hell is going on here, Sage?”
“JR, we are—”
“Sage,” Laura interrupts in warning as Aaron and Allie walk up.
“Sage,” the boyfriend says, getting her attention again.
“What's going on guys,” Aaron asks. “Why are we all standing in the hallway? Aw, hell, man, is this the line for the bathroom because I really gotta drain my weasel?”
“Shut the fuck up, Aaron,” I yell at him and he quickly shuts his mouth, seeing that some serious shit is going down. Allie, being a little quicker on the uptake, gets one look at a disheveled Sage close to me, and her mouth falls open in surprise.
“Oh my God, you fucking slut.” Kelsey laughs out loud at Sage, as she comes stumbling up almost falling into Laura.
“Kelsey,” Allie yells at her, pushing her back down the hall. I can see why Aaron says Allie doesn’t like her. The salty bitch has been talking shit about Sage to me all damn night.
“Will you tell me what the hell is going on,” the boyfriend yells at Sage and I instinctively pull her close to me. “Take your goddamn hands off her.” He tugs her out of my arms. Next thing I know, we are all lost in a sea of punches being thrown and females screaming. It all ends with Collin holding on to the boyfriend, Aaron holding on to me, and Laura holding on to a hysterical Sage. “Get your damn hands off of me.” The boyfriend pulls away from Collin, grabs Sage out of Laura's arms, and hauls her out the club’s back entrance.
I make a move to pursue, but Aaron catches up to me.
“Let her go, Dude,” he says. “Whatever the fuck that was, they need to handle it. He loves her, he's not going to hurt her.” I nod my head and he let me go. “Come on, let's get out of here,” he slaps me on the back. “We need to take the girls home.”
“Don't worry about me,” Kelsey says from where she’s sitting at the bar. “I'll find my own way.”
“We’ll take Laura, home,” Allie says. “You and I will talk later, Kent Wade.”
“Fine,” I tell her.
“Fuck, Man, what did you do? I swear I can't take you anywhere.” Aaron laughs and I roll my eyes. “Collin, get him home, okay?” Aaron says and Collin nods his head, assuring him he will do just that. “Call me if you need me.”
****
Sage Turner
JR pushes me into my apartment and slams the door. He hasn't said a word to me since we left the club. I’m at a loss as to what to do. I've never seen him so angry. I’m actually scared to approach him.
“JR,” I say with trepidation.
“Not now,” he says. He’s staring at me like he’s never seen me before, like what he’s seeing disgusts him. “I need to calm down. I need to get the he
ll out of here.” He heads to the door, tossing my car keys on the coffee table. “I’ll call Lyft.”
“JR, wait. We need to talk about things.” I grab his arm, but he yanks it away.
“Trust me, you don't want to talk to me right now,” he says and walks out the door.
I can't believe this. What have I done? I am so fucking pissed at myself. I go in search of my iPhone to call Mr. Wade.
“Sage,” he answers on the first ring. “Are you alright?”
“Were you going to tell him about us,” I ask.
“Sage,” he warns.
“Don't Dom me. Just answer the question.”
“No,” he whispers “I was going to cover for you.”
“Liar,” I spit the word at him.
“I’m not the one lying. You lie to me. You lie to your boyfriend. Most of all, you lie to yourself and I’m done with this shit.”
“What does that supposed to mean?”
“I have tried, Sage. I have done everything I know how to make you see, but I can't do it anymore. You have to do it. I’ve laid it all out for you, Angel. I have put everything you need right in your hands, but I can't make you grab hold and I can't keep torturing myself, hoping that you’ll come around.”
“What are you saying?” My heart is beating out of my chest and I’m breathing way too fast.
“Sage,” he whispers. I can almost see the pain that’s coming out of his voice. “Part of me was worried and hurting for you. Hell, Collin had to lock the elevators to stop me from coming for you. Part of me was relieved and, to be honest, happy that you were finally going to tell him the truth and maybe that would give us a chance. I’ve been sitting here staring at this damn phone, waiting for you to call and tell me…” he stops and sighs.
“Kent,” I slip and call him by his first name.
“Don't, Sage. I already know you didn't do it and that somehow you got him to believe nothing's going on between us. I can't really blame him. I would believe anything too if it meant keeping you.”