Page 40 of Interview with a Sadist
When we’re finally alone, he watches me with impatience in his gaze. There’s something about the look in his eyes that tells me he’s happy to be out with me, but what he really wants is to get me alone. I’ve never met a man who can intrigue me so much without saying anything. When Nolan stares at me, I become desperate to know what he’s thinking. What kind of wild thoughts run through the mind of a sadist?
“Can I be honest with you?” he asks, lifting up his glass of water.
“Of course,” I answer.
“You look fuckingdelectable,” he says, pinning me to the seat with hunger in his eyes. “The moment we shared in my office has had my mind locked up since you left that day. I haven’t been able to think about anything else. I’ve never had that happen before.”
My nerves become a raging inferno as memories of being bent over on Nolan’s couch push to the forefront of my mind. The room is suddenly much hotter than it was when we first walked in.
“I’m not sure what to say to that,” I reply, clutching my flute like a security blanket. “It’s been on my mind a lot, too. It has honestly kept me confused.”
“Confused? Why? Was it not what you wanted?”
“It absolutelywaswhat I wanted, but as incredible as it was, it also complicated my situation. I came to The Black Collar for a story for the Philadelphia Inquirer. I wasn’t supposed to become enamored with the lifestyle that is BDSM. I didn’t expect to see things that night in the club that would latch onto me and never let go, and I certainly didn’t expect to discover anything new about myself. While I did have questions concerning who I was and why I felt the things I felt, I never—not in a million years—expected to find answers behind the doors of The Black Collar. Now that all of that has happened, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do about the job I was sent there for.”
Nolan furrows his brow. “I don’t understand the complication. You have a job to do, and I never thought it would change after what took place on my couch. ”
My eyebrows raise. “Really? You don’t have a problem with me writing a story about you now that we’ve … been intimate?”
Nolan chuckles. “First of all, we weren’t intimate. What we did was a drop in the bucket of what I’m dying to introduce you to. It was a spark to a roaring flame, and as soon as I get the chance, I’m going to show you just how hot it gets.”
I swallow hard, completely disregarding the fact that the table next to us definitely overheard everything he just said.
“Secondly, I’m not ashamed of anything I do,” Nolan continues. “I always expected you to publish the stories I’ve told you, and to describe my club in detail. So, if you decide to add your personal experience with me into your story, that’d be fine, too. I’ll support whatever you choose to do. Like I said before, I’m interested in you, not the story.”
“That’s the second time you’ve said that.”
“Because it’s true.”
“Nolan, you own a BDSM club where you’re practically worshiped like a god. I’m an investigative journalist—not exactly a world of wonders. What possible interest could you have in someone like me?”
Nolan picks up his flute of champagne and chugs the entire thing before pausing as if he’s waiting for it to lower his inhibitions. After a deep breath, he leans forward with his arms on the table.
“Your purity,” he says, and when he blinks, I see the change in his demeanor. He darkens—like a black cloud has just swept into the room and settled over our table. It’s the sadist stepping to the front.
“Let me be frank, Bree. Don’t let the sumptuous wardrobe or the kind words of my friends fool you. I’m a devil, and nothing would satisfy me more than wreaking havoc on you, an angel. You’ve had scattered thoughts of needing more, but you never let it out because you didn’t know what it was you wanted. It has been lurking just beneath the surface, waiting for someone to define it, coax it out, and feed it. That’s what brought you to me. I’m meant to feed it. I’m meant to show you what you’ve been missing all this time. I’m meant to ruin your immaculacy, stain your whiteness, paint your flawless skin with colors of red, blue, and purple. You’re my blank canvas, and I’m meant to be your dark artist.”
The blue in Nolan’s eyes sparks to life, locking me in a trance that turns everyone else in the room to mist. They all disintegrate and float away, leaving me alone with my beautiful devil as my hunger for exploration grips me.
We lock eyes again, and my curiosity takes over. I want to know everything, starting with how he felt when our spark was born.
“What were you thinking when you had me on your couch?” I say, just as wetness reveals itself between my legs, forcing me to cross them.
Nolan shifts, pinching his lips together before answering. “Your skin was so perfect. Not a single blemish or scratch. Flawless. It took everything in me not to test the boundaries and press my fingers against your ass until the color of your skin changed, but I knew it was coming. I conjured up as much patience as I could manage as you bent over and pressed the wand against your clit, and the moment the flogger hit you, I knew I was addicted.
"Your skin came to life with red streaks that quickly vanished and hid from me—teasing me, telling me to hit you again if I wanted to see them. Each whip of the flogger was a gift, and the moans that escaped your mouth were a symphony to my ears. I swam in the sound, never wanting it to end. I wanted to show you exactly what you asked to see, and also so much more. I wanted to break you into a million shattered pieces so I could put you back together again, and there has never been a time in my life that my cock has been harder. That’s what I was thinking.”
My world spins as I look at Nolan, seeing the sadist in him take over at the table. It’s like talking to a completely different person, one who’s capable of casting spells on me with nothing more than gestures and sentences. The yearning in his eyes scares me and makes me want to give myself over to him simultaneously.
“And what are you thinking about right now?” I ask.
“That what I’m hungry for can’t be satisfied by anything in this restaurant. The moment I saw you open the door to your apartment complex, I was ready to cancel dinner. I managed to resist my desire and make it here, but I’m afraid I’ve gone as far as I can. I’m ready to leave.”
“But we haven’t even ordered our food yet,” I say with a pounding heartbeat that rumbles my entire body.
Nolan slowly shakes his head. “So?”
Before I can think straight, I nod to him. My ability to manage my thoughts is overtaken by this new part of me that craves to be on the receiving end of Nolan’s sadism, and I stand up before he does. I watch him toss a hundred dollar bill on the table before he takes me by the hand and leads me through the maze of tables and chairs again, desperate to get me alone.
