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He untied my wrists quickly, and my shoulders sank, disappointed that we were done already. Once I was free, he said, “Clothes off. Facedown on the floor. Ass in the air.”
My sex tightened. We weren’t done.
I removed the black bikini and kneeled on the ground, laying my cheek against the floor. My ass high in the air. Cheapened myself by doing this. All of it willingly. But I could feel my exposed sex drip with need. Inching down my thighs, racing to the ground.
Lucas sat on the couch, then bent towards me and groped my ass. He spanked me. A breath escaped my mouth in a quick gulp. I dared to turn my head to look up at him; he was studying me, reading my reaction. He did it again, harder this time, and I yelped. Again, and again, each time harder than the last, gaining pressure, until I closed my eyes and cried out in pain.
All it would take was one move. Find the button on the underside of the cushions. Signal security.
But I didn’t move. The silly, embarrassing part was that I wanted to obey. I wanted to be his.
He moved behind me, on his knees too. I wanted to look at him, to watch what he was doing, but I didn’t want to disobey. He pulled my ass cheeks apart. It was awful to be exposed like that. He could see everything. Every fold, every part of my holes, my need soaking my backside and getting worse as he moved and molded me like I was an object he owned. He blew a cold breath of air against my sex, running up towards my ass, and my breath caught in my throat.
A part of me wanted him to take me. To get it over with already. To take away the pain of being the virgin server who always had to be good. I didn’t want to keep my virginity as a prize, like Mama urged me to. Couldn’t I feel have sex too? To experience? To see what his hands and cock felt like when he stretched me wide and took what he wanted?
I liked being forced. Knowing that he wanted me to the point of madness and was willing to battle me into submission. And being told what to do was better than asking for what I wanted. It was why I chose not to approach him earlier when he was with Mel. I didn’t want to debase myself like that. To go against everything I had told myself to believe. To admit that I wanted him.
Somehow, being on my knees with my ass up in the air while he explored my body, was fine. Actually, it was more than okay.
The clink of glass interrupted my thoughts. Then the cool spike of a piece of ice started at my hips and traced its way down my ass, to my thighs, up again to the folds of my sex. Without thinking about it, I eased my hips backward, trying to feel him, to get more of his touch, more of the ice, more of everything that made me ache.
I swear I could hear him smirk. He grabbed another ice cube and ran it over my skin. Up my back. To my neck. He pressed his weight into my body, the cloth of his suit getting wet against my bare skin.
“You want more than this ice, don’t you, whore?” he growled in my ear. “This ice isn’t good enough for you. You want my hands. My body. My cock. You want to feel me shove inside of you and take what’s mine.” I closed my eyes, trying to push down those feelings, but it was true, all true. It felt good to be controlled, to know that he wanted me,every part of me, to own me, down to my core. “Say it.”
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Then you know what to do.”
He pulled away.
He left me with the drips of water trailing down my sides. I glanced behind me, and he was sitting on the couch, adjusting his clothing as if nothing had happened.
My gut sank. He was going to make me make the first move. To admit that I wanted this. That I needed it.
That I needed him to take me.
***
The next day was a blur. I ran through the motions of everything without actually consciously acknowledging what I was doing. I drove to the academy. I visited Nora. I wasn’t sure what we talked about. I couldn’t tell you if it was cloudy, rainy, or if it was one of those rare sunny days this time of year. When I came back to the club, I fell asleep in bed quickly, but I wasn’t really sleeping. I was stuck in this limbo of wakefulness and unconsciousness. My body was ready to sleep, but my brain wouldn’t do anything about it. I couldn’t let go and relax.
My sex surged with heat every time I thought of Lucas. His hands on me. The ice. How I pushed my ass back into him and his hard cock had twitched against me. I wasn’t supposed to want this. I wasn’t supposed to wanthim. I needed to get through my years of debt. Make the world a better place for Nora.
Which was why it made this situation hard. I wanted to do both. To give Nora a life without the Dahlia District following her like a shadow, and I wanted a life for me. One where I could explore with Lucas, without being afraid of my dark desires.
I sat at the vanity in my bedroom, flat ironing a strand of hair. My makeup was done, a face full of ‘natural’ tones, the easiest style I knew. The crazy thing was that I didn’t even think of doing it. I went through each step. Shading. Blending. Done. Like it wasn’t me doing it. I could only think of him.
“Dahlia!” I heard a server call out. “Welcome!”
“She’s here,” another mumbled. “Fuck.”
“Iamhere,” a throaty voice called out.
The Greenhouse was instantly in chaos. Servers scrambled to the lobby in front of the kitchen. Dahlia sat at one of the tables, her slim legs crossed. Though she was in her sixties, she never let age stop her. She wore trendy clothes and prepared herself like she was always ready for a night at the theater. A pink cardboard box was to the side of her, full of cupcakes, each one a different flavor. Her usual peace offering to make us happy, while she delivered bad news.
“How have you been, my darlings?” she asked.
A few of us erupted into discussions about the type of members that had been coming recently. I even heard Mel say something about Aldrich.
