Justin nodded. "We had an idea."
"We get you and Harrison in a play room together alone, and we let it happen," Piper said.
"Let what happen exactly?" I asked.
"You both do what comes naturally." Justin grinned.
"You think all our problems will be solved in the playroom?" I narrowed my eyes.
"It worked for us," Justin said and kissed Piper's hand.
She bit her lip and blushed.
I agreed to the plan mainly because I wanted to get away from them. Their sappy lovey-dovey crap turned my stomach. I needed time to think. It felt manipulative to put Harrison back in the same place our issues started.
If I was honest with myself, our issues started the minute he delivered the armoire to Justin’s office. I was the one who cheated on my husband, not him.
For three days, I threw myself into work and pretended not to think about Tuesday. I tossed and turned in bed for hours every nigh. I worked out in the gym in my building every morning. Sweating out liters did nothing to calm my nerves.
I wrote out what I wanted to say to Harrison. Recited it out loud in the shower. Rehearsed it over and over again, but none of my words captured how I felt about him and how much he affected me.
Tuesday rolled around. I pulled several pieces out of my closet and held them up in front of the full-length mirror. Nothing seemed right. I thought about the pleated skirt. I remembered the way his eyes ran over my legs when I wore it last time. I had a couple of intricate corsets.
I perused my wardrobe and settled on a long sleeve black shift dress. It stopped mid-thigh and had slits up to my hips. The sequined boy shorts underneath were cute and covered enough to wear alone. The simple black lace bra held in my assets.
I finished the outfit with a pair of Louboutin heels that made my five-foot-six frame appear seven feet tall. I would have preferred flats or my Converse, but I wanted to appear confident.
If we didn't end up together, I would be okay. Either way, I appreciated him and was grateful for his friendship. He brought me back to myself. He needed to know that.
My phone beeped in the corner.
Justin: He's here. Nina will take you to the private rooms from the back.
I took one last look in the mirror.
Brooklyn: I'm on my way.
I shivered as I entered the room.
I hugged myself, unable to stop fidgeting. I couldn't sit still. I paced the floor, keeping my steps steady and sure. I didn't want to fall flat on my ass in front of him. I inhaled and exhaled, trying to calm my nerves. It didn't work.
Tonight could end up great, or it could end in disaster. Either way, I had to take the risk.
I had so many questions. I forgot how to be a sub, especially with no instructions. Despite the cool room, beads of sweat rolled down my back and my stomach flipped.
I ran my hand down the spanking bench on one side of the room. I thought of draping my body over it, but it seemed contrived. I thought about getting naked and greeting him in the middle of the room on my knees, but it seemed presumptuous of me.
The voices outside the door made my heart thumped hard in my chest.
Where would he want me?
How did I address him?
I needed him to tell me these things, but he didn't know I was here.
I stepped toward the bench but switched direction. My heels got caught in the carpet, and I fell on the bed. I righted myself and smooth my dress down before the door opened.
"I promise. No strings. No feeling, just have fun. You remember fun?" Justin's voice increased when the door opened.
"I appreciate what you're trying to do, but I can't. Not right now," Harrison said.
My throat hitched at the sadness in Harrison's voice. I blinked back tears as I placed my hands on my lap and waited.
When he entered the room and turned to face me, my heart stopped.
We both stared, not saying a word.
I took him in.
If this was the end, I wanted to remember him dressed in black jeans and a black t-shirt. He had cut his hair shorter.
His eyes remained the same—an impossible blue, stormy, and intense.
He was intense. His expression softened as he continued to stare.
I smiled and lowered my gaze. The floor interested me at the moment. It was safer than staring into those eyes.
"I had this whole speech planned but can't seem to remember any of it," I said with a giggle. I looked up when Harrison moved.
He walked to the other side of the room.
"What are you doing here?" he asked as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"I came here for you."
"I . . ." His sentence faded. He spoke again. "I can't do this." He headed toward the door.
My insides flipped. I jumped in front of him. How I managed in those heels, I wasn't sure. The height brought us closer to eye to eye.
"Please." I grabbed his arms. My touch stopped his progress with a halt. "Don't leave until you hear me out."
He nodded.
I dropped my hands.
He stepped back.
I clasped my hands in from of me, trying to keep from fidgeting.
"I'm sorry." My legs felt like jelly. I sat back down on the edge of the bed. "I didn't mean to put you in an uncomfortable position. I take full responsibility for what happened between us in this room, but I'm not sorry it happened. I wanted you to touch me. I needed it, and you gave me what I needed. No one has done that in a long time."
"But you're married. I don't fuck married women." He growled.
I cringed from his tone.
"I know. I understand." I stared at the ground again. "I can't change what happened, or how it happened, but I know it changed me. I haven't been happy with Paul, with my marriage, with my life for a long time. Being with you, not just in here, but since we met"—I turned my face up to him—"now, I understand why."
Harrison turned away from me.
"I want you, Harrison. I want to be with you. I want to be your girl. I want to be your sub. I want it all."
I stood up and took a few steps and knelt at his feet. "I am here. It's just you and me. I want you if you'll have me."
He inspected my face, reached out, and wiped a tear from my cheek.
I blinked, and he pulled his hand back.
"I want you too.” He dropped his head. “But you're not mine to have."
"I am. Paul and I are done. We have the final papers to sign, but I'm not his wife anymore." I reached out and touched his leg. "That's happening whether we end up together or not. I knew it was something I needed to do for myself, but also, like I said last time, I won't ever put you in a situation where you feel bad about loving me, and I meant it."
Harrison blinked back his own tears. He turned away from me, and paced back and forth on the carpet in front of me.
I adjusted a few times. I had to get used to being on my knees.
"Stop fidgeting," he yelled. His tone firm and dominant.
It melted my insides. I stopped.
"You don't want this. You don't have a clue what I am, what I want from a sub. What I like?"
"Then tell me, show me."
"You can't handle it."
My head snapped up, and I glared.
"Eyes down."
My head fell.
"I am so angry with you for what you put us through. I want to punish you for everything you did to us from the beginning," He continued to pace.
If his intention was to scare me, it wasn't working. It made me want him more.
Anger was passion, and Harrison was passionate about me.
I could work with that.
Eighteen
Harrison
I paced in front of her, a panther stalking its prey. I wasn't sure where the anger came from. She didn't deserve it, but I wanted to punish her.
Her tears touched me and hurt me. Her words comforted me, but I didn't want to believe her. I couldn't save her from her unhap
py life. I wasn't that kind of Dom. She didn't know anything about me.
When she knelt at my feet, my heart broke. I didn't ask her to do it. She did it for me. She submitted to me.
I had to do what I could to convince her I wasn't the right Dom for her.
She continued to tap her fingers on her thighs.
My eyes narrowed.
"Stop."
She stopped. She didn't look up.
I was afraid to open my mouth, except to give her commands. I was sure my voice would reveal my truth.
I wanted her, but I didn't deserve her.
Her fingers tapped on her thigh. I dropped to my knees in front of her and growled. I pulled her close to me.
"If you won't stop, I'll tie you up and make you stop." Touching her squashed my anger, but I wasn't ready to let it go.
"Yes."
"You will address me as Sir."
"Yes, Sir,” she said.
I pulled her onto my lap. Her pussy sat flush against my thigh.
I pulled her tighter against me.
She gasped. Our faces inches apart.
It struck me, we had shared so much but not a kiss.
"I want to hurt you, Brooklyn. So badly. I want you to hurt the way I hurt." My throat seized.
"Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
"You can't want that." I shook my head. "You don't want me."
"Please don't tell me what I want." She clung to me. Her hands dug into my shoulders. "I know what I want."
"Shut your fucking mouth, sub,” I yelled.
She moaned and clamped shut.
I moved her pussy back and forth on my thigh. "You’re getting turned on by this. You dirty little sub."
The name-calling was uncalled for. I had never treated a sub like this before. I was ashamed because my dick had never ached with such need before.
My hands ran down her back. I ran them underneath the fabric of her shorts and pulled her closer. My cock loved the friction. I couldn't wait to touch every inch of her.
"You want me to touch you, sub?" I asked.
"Yes, Sir." Her head tilted back as my hand slid across her pussy.
"I'm going to spank you for every time you pissed me off since we met." My fingers continued to glide back and forth.
She ground down on my hand.
"Fuck, Brooklyn." I pinched her ass. "Stop moving. You don't get to take it. I will give it to you when I feel you deserve it."
She whimpered.
I gripped her neck with my other hand and squeezed.
She blinked, and tears trickled down her face, but she made no effort to stop me.
I continued to work my fingers on her pussy, my other hand tightened around her throat, and that was when I felt it.
Her body was milliseconds away from coming undone. Her pussy twitched against my onslaught, and her breathing restricted. She held back. Her face puffed up and tears flowed out of her eyes. She never looked more beautiful.
Her expression showed pain, but she remained calm. Her eyes remained focused, but the rest of her body shook in my arms. She wanted to come, needed to, but she didn't.
She waited for permission.
"Come!"
One single word and she let go. Her body convulsed, her pussy clenched, and her juice coated my hands and moistened her shorts.
I released the hold on her throat a few seconds after, and she rode the wave again. The oxygen rushed into her body as she gasped for breath. I laid small kisses down her neck where my hands had gripped.
She remained in my arms, her body loose and free. Her arms hung to her side.
"Did you like that, sub?" I whispered against her sweat dampened skin.
"Yes, Sir," she answered in a breathy whisper.
"Wrap your arms around my neck and look at me."
She did as I asked and seemed relieved to do it.
I held her, continuing to kiss her cheek and neck.
I leaned back.
Her eyes scanned my face. Her tits pressed up against my chest. My cock hurt; it wanted out so badly.
"I want you too, Brooklyn. All of you, but you have to take all of me, too." I squeezed her.
She nodded.
He round lips enticed me. I needed a taste, but not until she understood some things first.
"I'm going to punish you." I slapped her thigh.
She whimpered and nodded.
"I'm going to hurt you." I pinched her thigh.
She bit her lip.
"But first, I'm going to fuck you."
Her throat hitched, and she licked her lips.
I couldn't hold back any longer.
I licked her bottom lip. I drew it into my mouth and sucked on it gently until she moaned. I pulled back and studied the lust-filled look in her eyes. I pressed my lips to hers for a split second and pulled back.
She followed.
I pinched her ass.
She yelped but remained still. She was learning. She deserved a reward.
I placed my mouth on hers and ran my tongue over her lips.
She opened for me.
My tongue touched hers. The noises we made were so good. I pressed further, pulling her body flush with mine. I turned my head, and she tilted the opposite way, and we deepened the kiss.
It was beautiful.
It was sexy.
It meant everything.
We were made for each other.
We were together now, and it was official.
We sealed it with a kiss.
Brooklyn's hands moved down my back, and she gripped my arms. She dug her nails into my shoulders.
I grunted and bit her lip.
She reached between us and rubbed her palm down my length.
"What are you doing, sub?" I leaned back and raised my eyebrow.
My question made her stop moving, but her hand rested on my cock. It felt good. I laid a peck on her beautiful lips.
"You said you were going to fuck me. I was just reminding you." She grinned through wet eyes.
I chuckled. Her smile blew me away. I kissed her again.
She continued to massage my cock.
"If you don't stop, I'm going to blow my load in my pants, again," I grunted.
Her sassy little grin told me she didn't care.
I removed her hand.
She pouted.
I drew her pouty lip into my mouth and deepened the kiss. I loved kissing her. Her lips were soft and sweet.
"I am going to fuck you," I said close to her mouth. I pulled back. "But not here."
I pushed back and stood up. I helped her stand.
She wobbled in her insanely high shoes.
"Take those off." She kicked them off, leaned down, and picked them up.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
I didn't answer. We left the room and the club through the back entrance. We walked down to the end of the building.
I looked down at Brooklyn.
She glanced around, a curious look on her face.
We stopped in front of a wide metal door. I punched in my code, and the door slid open. We walked down the hallway and up five steps. I unlocked the door and motioned for her to enter. When she did, I flipped the light switch.
She gasped.
Brooklyn
When Harrison turned on the lights, I gasped. It was dark and masculine. The room was massive. Waist high tables in dark wood lined both walls. A row of high windows lined horizontally along the left side, but the rest of the walls were solid brick. A large bed, with a wood and steel slat headboard, sat against the wall to my right. A small kitchen opened into a living room on the right underneath the windows. It was a true bachelor pad and so Harrison.
"This place is beautiful."
"Thank you." He closed the door and came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He walked us over to the bed.
I leaned my head back against his chest, loving the way I felt in his arms.
He turned me around.
"Sit,"
he said with a slight push.
I sat on the edge of the bed.
He went over to a closet and retrieved some items. I could feel the dampened anger on him. It was a barrier. He tried to shed it, but he needed to work it out in other ways. The primal need, the desire, and lust swept over me.
He dropped the items on the bed. I turned to look, but he captured my chin in his hand.
"Look at me."
I nodded.
He leaned down and kissed me while gathering my dress in his hands. He pulled it over my head and deposited it on the floor. His gaze swept over my body for a brief second but not too long. He struggled to maintain some sort of control.
The rage evident in his eyes.
He held up a leather cuff.
I placed my wrist in it.
He pulled the buckle.
The leather pulled tight against the metal buckle and made my mouth water in anticipation.
He secured the other cuff.
He leaned over and kissed me again before wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me up the rest of the bed.
My body sunk into the mattress.
He stood up and walked behind the headboard.
My eyes followed on him.
"Give me your hands."
I reached back and touched the cold metal.
He clipped the cuffs together with a small nylon rope and secured it underneath the bed.
I tested it, pulled it tight. He continued to devour me with his gaze.
When he was back at the foot of the bed, he grabbed my ankles and pulled me so my arms were stretched to capacity.
"I'll be right back," he said.
He went into the kitchen.
I couldn't see what he was doing from my vantage point.
He went into the bathroom. When he came out, he had a towel. He grabbed my foot and began to wipe it with the warm cloth.
I giggled.
"Ticklish?" He grinned and pressed harder. He did the same with the other foot. He leaned over and kissed the top of each foot. He massaged the soles until all the tension left my body. "You don't have to wear those ridicules heels to entice me. You are sexier when you're not trying."
"Yes, Sir." I moaned.
He raised an eyebrow, and he continued to place kisses up my shins.
"You're comfortable calling me Sir?" he asked.
"Yes, Sir." His name rolled off my tongue with ease and felt good. I wanted to say it over and over again.
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