Page 6 of Carnal Desire
It's fucking perfect.
I prop my feet up on my coffee table, getting comfortable, then click on her message out of curiosity, and chuckle.
Lost Angel:Why did you choose the skyline as your profile picture?
“Not what I was expecting,” I mutter.
That’s a good question. An easy one to answer but I’m the one in control. I will always be the one in control. She’ll answer my questions first.
Billionaire Playboy:Why did you choose your profile picture?
Her response is immediate.
Lost Angel:I love wine, my back is one of my best features, and I love the view from my condo.
I couldn’t stop my laughter. “What the hell? Her back is one of her best features. Never heard that before.”
Billionaire Playboy:Your back is one of your best features? Very interesting. I’ve never heard anyone say anything like that.
Lost Angel:Well, enough people have complimented me on the arch and the length for me to believe it’s the truth.
Billionaire Playboy:That is a crazy compliment, but I can see the appeal and from what I’ve seen of your picture, they are telling the truth. To answer your question, I don’t like people knowing who I am. I like my privacy. And of course, I have the best view in the city.
Lost Angel:It definitely is a beautiful view, but not as beautiful as mine.
Billionaire Playboy:We will agree to disagree on that, Angel.
Lost Angel:So, Mr. Billionaire Playboy, I’m new to using a website to get what I want, but I’m interested if you are.
I do like that she’s upfront with what she wants, and I thought about it for only a minute. I need something different in my life. This is a change and sometimes change is good. Maybe a new submissive is exactly what I need.
Billionaire Playboy:I’m interested.Let’s get started.
Islideintothebackseat of my town car. I have an early breakfast meeting at Laila’s of Chicago with Elijah Mason, the owner of Club Desire. He has a proposition for me, and I’m very interested in hearing what he has to say.
I don’t know what time I finished talking toLost Angellast night, but we set our boundaries and talked about what we both want out of this online relationship. We didn’t get extremely personal, but by some of her answers, someone in the lifestyle screwed her over badly. I can understand why she chose the route of finding a new Dom online instead of a traditional club to slowly immerse herself back into things, so she doesn’t get overwhelmed especially if she’s dealing with trauma.
Trust is big in our world. A Dominant has to believe that his submissive, whether male or female, will give them their complete trust because their safety is always in the Dominant’s hands. And a submissive also has to trust a Dominant has their best interests in mind. Without it somebody can get seriously hurt. Although I’m not sure what happened toLost Angel,because it’s just our initial discussions, she’s made it clear she doesn’t trust anyone and would like to get back to being able to do that. We’ve established all our do’s and don’ts, and we’ve discussed what we both want out of this, so, now we start our journey together.
I openCarnal Desire’sapp on my phone. She’s completed her first task of the day. I smile when I pull up the picture of her red lace bra and panties laid out on her bed. I can only imagine what they’ll look like against her skin. Right now, I want to start out with something simple to establish our ground rules, the first one being, I choose her underwear every day and I want her to sleep in a set of underwear in the color of my choosing. She’s to take a picture of what I ask her to wear and send it to me every morning and every night before she goes to bed.
Billionaire Playboy:Good girl.
She knows what she needs to do next. I won’t baby her since she knows what I expect of a submissive. It takes time to reestablish trust with someone who’s lost confidence in the process, but I’m sure we’ll get there. She’s eager and so am I. It’s refreshing trying something different. We’ll both have to treat it like a long-distance relationship where our only connection is the computer and the phone.
Lost Angel:Thank you, Sir.
I read her immediate response, my mouth ticks up at the corners, and a hum covers my body. It’s been a while since I’ve been called Sir, not from just anyone but frommysub. And I like it. I need to hear more of it or in this case see it more.
My car slows to a stop in front of Edmonds Tower. Laila’s of Chicago is located on the sixty-sixth and sixty-seventh floors. Laila’s of Chicago is one of the top restaurants not only in Chicago but in the country. Reservations are virtually impossible to get. Sometimes the waitlist to get into this place is months long. Luckily, I’m meeting Elijah Mason, the husband of the owner, and I don’t have to wait.
Once my driver opens the door, I exit the car, and button my blazer as I enter Edmonds Tower. When I step inside the elevator, I gaze down at my Patek Phillipe watch and look at the time. I’ve had this watch since my early twenties. It was a gift to myself when I made my first billion dollars.
I’m early but hopefully if I have to wait for Elijah, it isn’t for long.
I’ve known Elijah for over fifteen years and Tara’s sister, Laila even longer. Just like I have a membership at his club, he also has one at Club Jade. So, whenever he and Laila are in Los Angles and want to have a little fun, they’re able to do so without worrying about their privacy. It’s the same reason I have a membership at his club.
The elevator stops on the sixty-seventh floor and the doors slide open. I step out and approach the hostess. When she notices me, her eyes widened for a second, then she smiles. Short blonde curls frame her oval face. Light makeup, and black eyeliner highlight bright green eyes and pale skin. Although petite, her standard white and black uniform doesn’t take away from her nice shape. I understand why Laila has her up front greeting customers. She’s hot.
