“Can I ask you something?” With my nod, she asks, “Did you like being lost?”
“Yes,” I answer, without any hesitation.
Kendra stays quiet, as if she knows I need to say more. “I love every second, when he’s around, but that’s the problem. I only get a small taste, and it’s never enough. He controls that, and I can’t help but wonder, if he’s doing it on purpose. I wonder if this is some sort of game to him.”
“Honestly,” she starts, placing an arm around my waist. “I think most Dom’s are that way. They like to push our limits and test us to see how far we’re willing to go. It’s their way of learning how to please us. I know it feels like he’s playing mind games, but I can promise you, it’s far from that.”
“He asked me to wait for him, but I don’t even know what I’m waiting for,” I confess.
“Hmm, maybe he has some things to work out, before he asks to become your Dom. I wish I could tell you, Trix.”
“Thanks, Kendra. I really don’t know what I would do, if I didn’t have you.”
“I’m always here for you,” she says, giving me a tight squeeze.
“I guess we should go back inside. I’m having a craving for more champagne.”
Kendra gladly agrees, and I follow her, as we make our way to the glasses of champagne. Ella happily pours us glass after glass, and suddenly, I really don’t care anything about Sebastian Matvei.
Walking up the stairs to my apartment, I try to ignore the man behind me. It’s hard, especially since he drove me home. Kendra and I had a bit too much to drink, so driving was out of the question. Sebastian offered to take me home, and I probably should’ve refused.
But I was desperate for some alone time with him.
So, I agreed, and now, I wonder if I’ve made a mistake. The drive over was tense and quiet. Honestly, it was a bit uncomfortable, mainly because he seemed like he was angry about something. I didn’t ask, because I’ve come to realize he’ll never answer my questions.
Reaching the door, I pull out my keys, glancing back to him. “This is me.”
He stands still as a statue, holding my strappy heels in one hand. Turning back, I open the door, walking in, as I say, “You’re welcome to come in, if you want.”
I don’t bother looking back at him. Tossing my keys on the coffee table, I make my way towards my small kitchen to the left. Opening the fridge, I grab a bottle of water. The door shuts, and I frown, as I glance over to it. Sebastian’s back is to me, but I hear the loud click of the lock.
I guess he’s staying then.
“Do you want something to drink?”
“Yes.”
Grabbing another water, I shut the fridge, and then step towards the counter. I open the bottle, and the loud crack of the seal breaking sounds deafening. I never realized how quiet my apartment could be, but now, it’s a little unsettling.
Watching Sebastian, he tosses my heels by the couch, and he doesn’t even acknowledge me, until he’s standing a few inches in front of me. Handing him the other unopened water, I take a long drink of mine, as I hold his gaze.
Those green eyes feel like they’re burning me from the inside out, and I have to suck in a deep breath, once I finish drinking. Before I can ask him why he’s still here, he takes my water, replacing it with the unopened one I just gave him.
Frowning, he takes a drink, as I ask, “Why do you do that?”
“Do what?” He asks, once he’s quenched his thirst.
“Why do you always switch our drinks?”
He shrugs, as if it’s not that big of a deal. It’s not really, but it’s just strange. Not to mention, it makes me wonder how deeply his trust issues run. “It’s one of my many quirks.”
“Just how many quirks do you have?”
I’m not surprised, when he doesn’t answer me, but at the same time, it’s grating on my nerves. I start to ask why he even bothered to stay, but I stop. A part of me doesn’t want him to go, mostly because, I’m desperate to be near him.
And the other part, is afraid of what his answer might be.
As we stand in my small kitchen, I take in my fill of him, uncaring if he notices. I’m not sure if I’ll ever get this chance again, so I’m committing all of him to memory. Feeling his gaze on me, I ignore it, as my eyes take him in from head, and then down to his shoes.
Licking my lips, I feel my body coming alive, burning from the inside out. My obsession with Sebastian isn’t something I would say is a good thing, but at the moment, I really don’t care. What I wouldn’t give for him to walk over, and finally dominate me, like I crave.
I need all he can offer me.
I need him to dominate me fully and completely.
But the second my gaze locks with his, my stomach drops, sensing he’s yet again, going to deny me. Those hard, green eyes stare back at me so intently that I have to suck in a deep breath. I know he senses what I want and need from him, but I have no idea why he’s holding back. Why does he continue to make me wait?
Losing my patience, I swallow hard, dropping my gaze towards my feet. “I need a Dom, Sebastian. I need you to approve my application to the club, so I can get what I need.”
The silence following my statement is deafening. Keeping my eyes on my feet, I wonder if I just fucked up royally. Did I ruin my only chance to find someone to meet my darkest cravings? Kendra is always reminding me to
