by Eden Rose
“You need to learn to follow better directions.”
My head flies back as her assertiveness hits me in the face. “Excuse me?” I say and then shove my feet into my shoes. This is all too much, and I can’t even begin to understand why the hell I’m here. That’s a great question. “Did you just invite me in here to yell at me and boss me around?”
Lucian struts over to me with her heels clicking gently on the floor. When she’s in front of me, she stops and looks over my body. “No, I invited you over so we could see if this could work. But it’s obvious that it won’t. You have no respect and that is going to drive me crazy. Get dressed and leave.”
She spins on her heels and walks back to the kitchen. Before I could stop myself, I stalk after her and grab her elbow. When she turns to face me, she raises her hand at me, and I cower like a fucking bitch. I wait for her to strike, but she doesn’t. “Don’t touch me. You don’t get to do that. That is the first rule.”
Rules? I can’t touch her and there are rules? What the hell is this? What did I get myself into? What the shit is wrong with men where we have to think with our dicks? I look at her like she’s crazy because I honestly am not sure if she meant to say that. What kind of woman doesn’t like to be touched? “Wait… What are you talking about?”
With her facial expressions completely calm, she eyes me carefully. “Are you going to stay? If you are… I will explain everything to you.”
In the back of my mind, I consider the choice I have. If I leave, will I always wonder what could have happened if I stayed? If I stay, will I end up hating myself?
Can I be with Lucian and not touch her? I don’t think I can, but I want to try. I want to try to be this… This weak man who hands everything over to this woman who I don’t even know.
Does that make me weak? I think so. Do I care? Yes, of course. I’m a man. However, I’m a man who wants to try this.
I nod my head like a damn bobble head, and she wraps her long-nailed fingers around my chin to hold me still. “Meet me at the table.”
Lucian walks away in front of me and I follow her ass like a puppy into the kitchen. There’s a huge table in the center of the dining room that has seating for ten people and a big basket of fruit in the middle of it. I sit at the table and she sits across from me with two bottles of beer. When she slides me a bottle, I catch it and twist of the lid. I barely fight the urge to chug the contents.
“So, what is all of this?” I ask and wrap my lips around the head of the beer. When I tip it back, I feel the fizz of the liquid flow down my throat. It feels good and it tastes even better. I look at the label and see it’s a brand I have never heard of before.
She tips back her beer and takes a lady like sip. “I’m looking for a man to do certain things with. My tastes are very particular, and they won’t change.”
“Like what are we talking about here? You are into hitting men and making them feel like little fuckin’ bitches?”
Lucian slaps her hand down on the table. “Outbursts like that won’t be tolerated. This is how this is going to work. You will spend Monday and Tuesday here where we will have fun. On the rest of the days, you are free to do whatever you want. I don’t care if you have girlfriend on the side or whatever. But I do care if you keep things from me. It’s important we have open communication at all times. Am I clear?”
One thing sticks out through her whole speech. “You don’t care if I have sex with other women?”
She shakes her head and then smiles. “Mason, I’m not your keeper. I don’t care what you do on the days that you are not with me. But on the days that you are, you are dedicated to me and my needs.”
“So, wait. Let me make sure I have this clear. We are going to have sex on Mondays and Tuesdays but on the other days I can sleep with other women?” This is crazy.
Aren’t I the one that is supposed to be encouraging the seeing other people shit? What the hell is going on with this girl? She’s start up 100% different than anyone I have ever met.
Chapter 16
Lucian
The idea of a man touching me sexually like that makes me want to throw up. “I don’t sleep with men.” Of course, I’m being fucking vague but I’m hoping that he will be just leave or something.
Actually, it’s contradicting. I want him to stay but then again… I also want him to leave. I have a feeling that Mason would be something that would drive me crazy.
“Are you a lesbian?” Mason blurts out and I chuckle in response.
Well, I wish I could say that was the first time that I heard that from a potential sub, but it definitely isn’t. “No. I find women attractive, but I don’t fuck them like that. I don’t have sex. I have lost that desire a long time ago and when you and I are together, we will concentrate on your pleasure. Your pleasure is more important.”
He looks down and then his face turns red. Is he embarrassed?
“Look, I know this is a lot to take in. That is why I encourage you to sleep with women on your days off from me. I have very particular interests and it’s nothing against you. Obviously, I find you attractive or you wouldn’t be here.”
Mason’s face turns up and looks at me through his blue-green eyes. His eyelashes are thick in the way that would make women jealous and his jaw is strong. He’s so beautiful that it’s not fair. Since he still has his shirt off, I get to stare at his whole profile.
“So, I don’t get to fuck you? What are we going to be doing then if I can’t fuck you?”
My insides begin to turn and burn, I can’t help but have my heart beat a little faster than normal. His insubordination is turning me on beyond my control and the insides of my thighs grow a little wet. “We will be doing other things.”
We are silent for a few seconds, but they pass like they are hours and we both drain our beers. “So, what are we going to do then?”
I take a moment to consider my answer to this question. “You are going to experience the greatest pleasure you have ever experienced. I want you to think about this. Very hard.”
“Is there a time limit to our time together?”
“You read those books, didn’t you?” I couldn’t help but asking because I have a feeling that he’s about to ask me other questions that relate to those dumb books about contracted sex. “I won’t ever force you to do anything you don’t want to do. You won’t be contracted to me to give me so many orgasms or anything. My goal is to pleasure you.”
“I need time to think.”
I nod, and then get up from the table. “That’s understandable. Just know that whatever your decision, you won’t lose your catering job with me. Everyone loved your food.” It seems as if he needed some type of reassurance and I needed to give it to him. In order to prove that he is worthy, it’s important to do that sort of thing. Of course, since I have never subbed before- it doesn’t change anything for me.
“Before you leave,” I call out to Mason.
He stops and turn to look at me cautiously. “Yes?”
I feel my eyes are wild with something I’ve never experienced before. I’m wanting something but doesn’t know how to ask for it. I can tell.
“Let’s get some dinner.”
“Dinner?” He repeats stupidly.
“You know, that thing you eat at night time?”
“Did you just tell a joke?” He blurts.
I smirk. My full lips twist into a half-smile making my insides tingle. This is something new. “I’ll let that slide.”
His body buzzes from excitement. “Yeah, let’s do dinner. Do you mind if I go home and change?” He asks.
I look at his clothes, rumpled from being taken off then thrown into a pile. “Yes. Give me your address. I’ll pick you up in an hour.”
“You’ll pick me up? Isn’t this a date? Shouldn’t I pick you up?”
It will be nice to kick his ass into shape. “I said dinner. Not an engagement. Leave now before I make you go out in that.”
Chapter 17
Lucian
When he turns around and leaves, I walk the several feet to my office. Once I am sat at my desk, I focus on paperwork and getting things ready. Growing up on the streets makes me want to work faster and harder than others. I want to be the woman who is the stickler with her fucking business.
I can’t believe I asked Mason out on a date. Even though I told him it’s just dinner and he shouldn’t get his panties all up in a twist, it’s very much a date. My first date.
Ever.
What the fuck am I supposed to wear to this? Do I put on a leather outfit and make him fall in line?
For some reason, I want to know what it’s like to go out on a date with someone. Mason’s not like any guy I’ve ever trained before nor spent any time with. He’s absolutely nothing like fucking Raul.
Raul is hard and rough all the way through. Mason’s softer. More innocent. I like it.
I want to corrupt him. Turn him bad to be with me.
I hear my phone ring and answer it without checking to see who it is first. Only a few people have this number… people that I trusted more or less.
“We’ve got a lead on Katie,” Raul interrupts my thoughts about what to do with Mason.
I shake my head. “What do you mean? Where is she?” I bark.
I owe it to Katie to try and save her the same way she tried to save me. I owe it to all the other girls she’s tried and actually saved.
“We have an idea on where she’s at but it’s bad.”
“What the fuck do you mean?”
“You know how you’ve been moving blow from Chicago to Canada?”
My mouth drops. “Are you fucking kidding me? They’ve put her on the market?”
I know exactly what that means. This means Katie’s up for auction and I’m not prepared to go to the auction again. I fought long and hard to prove my worth with Big Heavy for them to not send me to the auction again.
“Where did they take you?” Raul asks with venom in his voice.
Thinking back to the sack over my head and hearing them talk about how much money they would make on a Queenpin is enough to make anyone sick. I never want to be in the same car with those fuckers again. I would rather be tortured than talked about like a commodity.
I growl at him. “Either you found out where Katie is, or you didn’t. Which one is it, Raul? I don’t have fucking time for this.”
“Look!” He shouts through the phone. “I did what I was asked to do. I got lead on Katie. You’re so caught up in your new sub that you forgot about everything else, didn’t you?”
“I don’t have to explain myself to you!” I yell back. “You forget, you work for me. I don’t work for you!”
“I’m sorry, Lucian,” he murmurs into the phone knowing what’s going to happen to him if he doesn’t fall into line.
“Not as sorry as you will be if you continue this!”
“I will find Katie. Don’t worry. I’m going to find her.”
I take a deep breath, using my free hand to rub my temple. “You better find her. I want you to focus on that more than anything. Do you got me?”
He groans. “What about the run I was supposed to do tomorrow?”
“Am I your Girl Scouts leader? I tell you to do something… you fucking do it.”
I hang up on him before he can say anything else to further piss me off. Ever since I brought Mason into my life, Raul’s been a bigger pain in my ass than usual. I think he’s jealous more than anything else.
He has nothing to be jealous of. Mason and my relationship has nothing to do with Raul.
Pushing my warring thoughts aside, I begin to get ready for my date with Mason.
I don’t know why, but I feel like I need to prove to him I’m more than a bossy bitch with a whip. I need to show him there’s more to this relationship…
But, to do that, I have to make sure he wants this. All of this. I’m not the easiest person to get along with. I’m also an extremely dangerous person.
Getting dressed in a form-fitting dress with a pair of high heels, I feel feminine. I feel sexy dressed up like this. I’m hoping it will show there’s more to me than just a whip yielding drug goddess. Even though I’m hoping he doesn’t know the latter.
My phone is ringing in the background completely unanswered. I know it’s going to be Raul who’s going to try and give me some bull shit about how he knows where Katie is. He doesn’t know where Katie is at all. It’s all a trick to see if he’s really on my side or if he’s on Big Heavy’s side. The guy has been riding the line too long between both sides.
I need all of him or none of him. None of him is going to get the fucker killed.
I check my phone to see Raul has indeed called and texted me three times each since I was busy getting dressed. I don’t want to fucking deal with him.
RAUL: Quit ignoring your fucking texts
RAUL: Seriously, I think we found her
RAUL: I hate when you fucking do this
By the time I get to Mason’s apartment, I’m already rethinking everything. Why the fuck did I ask him out on a date? Seriously… this is fucking stupid. I’m stupid for even thinking this was a good idea in the first place.
Mason might want more from me than to just be my submissive, but I’m never going to be more to him. I’m never going to be the Betty-Crocker-Mama that he’s probably always wanted. Hell, I don’t even know how to cook or anything domestic like that. That’s why I hire people to do it for me.
God damn it.
I park the car and wait for Mason to come out of his apartment. I will be damned if I go up to his door to tell him I’m here. That’s too much. This is all too much.
Chapter 18
Mason
Never in my wildest imagination would I have guessed Lucian would ask me out on a date. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing here. I don’t know if she even likes me.
Am I just a fuck buddy?
I have no idea.
I walk past Andrew because I couldn’t handle his bull shit that he would say. He’s going to keep trying to give me shit even though I gave him all the money he wanted. Hell, I paid up six months from working over with Raul.
I pocket the money I kept after paying Andrew. I don’t want him to snoop through my shit and steal it. Plus, I’m going to be buying dinner even if I have to fight her for her. She’s going to let me buy.
“I’ll see you later!” I call out to Andrew and slam the door shut.
“Holy fuck!” I whistle under my breath at seeing the Bentley in front of my apartment. I can tell several other people are checking it out as they have their faces pressed against the glass in wonderment.
Opening the door and seeing Lucian sitting in the driver’s seat in a sexy dress, I about swallow my tongue.
“You look beautiful,” I murmur to her in a form of greeting. I didn’t know if I could tell her my dick is harder than concrete from looking at her. I didn’t know if that were appropriate or not. She’s fucking gorgeous.
Her long hair is straight around her face, the ends touching the tops of her luscious tits. “Thanks,” she mumbles back.
We ride in silence to one of the top restaurants in the city. It’s a restaurant I would love to cook in if given the chance. They have an extensive waiting list to just get a reservation.
I’m not surprised when a man walks over to Lucian’s side, opening the door for her with a big smile on his face. He thinks he found a big pay day.
I feel like a fucking schmuck. I couldn’t afford the rims on this car even with all of these pay days I’m getting from Lucian and Raul. I couldn’t afford the mirror in this car but I’m out with her.
No wonder she doesn’t want more from me.
Fuck.
“Ms. McGrace, we’re happy you’re here,” he croons to her with his hand out to help her out of her car.
In true Lucian fashion, she bypasses his hand opting to get out of the car by herself. She’s an independent woman.
She’s fucking
great.
I don’t know anything about the woman, but I want to know everything about her. At the same time, I feel like I know everything. It’s the strangest fucking thing.
“Have you ever eaten here?” Lucian asks me.
I shake my head. “No, I haven’t. I’ve been meaning too.” I’m not going to tell her that up until I started working for her, I didn’t have enough money to eat here even if I wanted to. Which I do.
After I eat, I want to lay Lucian down and feast on her sexy body. I want to run my lips and tongue all over her, making her see how much I want her.
“Ms. McGrace! Welcome,” the hostess chirps, hurrying to get to her.
She looks me over and then looks back at Lucian.
“How may I help you?” She asks demurely.
“Table for two. Private.”
Even her statements are brisk, to the point. She makes me harder than a rock. Her lips form to the words she says, drawing me in even more.
I reach my hand out to put it on the small of her back, but I stop before I make contact. This goes against everything I thought I wanted. I want to be the man in the relationship. I’m alpha. The omega. Not the beta.
“Certainly. Follow me,” the hostess mumble, walking away from us.
Lucian walks next to me instead of in front of behind me. This surprises me big time. I wonder if she’s in uncharted territories as well.
“Have a good dinner,” the hostess murmurs then scurries away.
“That’s odd,” I mumble to myself more than anyone else.
Lucian giggles. “Yes, people always get weirded out when the owner shows up at the restaurant unexpected.”
“You own this restaurant?” I repeat stupidly.
“Of course. I wouldn’t eat anywhere else where I didn’t know my food was being properly prepared.”
“Wouldn’t any restaurant give you the food properly?” I ask dumbly.
Lucian’s eyes widen. “You really don’t know much about me, do you? You don’t know that I’m in charge everywhere I go. I’m the boss at all times.”