My doors automatically unlock when I get near it, and as my hand reaches out to grab the handle on my driver side door, Nate beats me to it, pulling it open for me. “Thank you,” I murmur, folding myself inside. And then before I know what’s happening, his big body is in front of me, taking away all of my oxygen he’s so close, his form much too big for my little car. “W-what are you doing?” I squeak, and then I hear the click of my seatbelt being buckled.
“Don’t worry, little mouse. Just making sure you’re safe,” he tells me, and his deep voice and the amusement in his tone make me shiver.
“Th-thank you,” is all I can say as he slides himself back out, bracing one hand on the top of my door and the other on the roof as he stays bent to look me in the eyes.
He gives me a small smile that does little to ease my anxiety. It’s more like the cat that got the canary, a dark and nerve-wracking but sultry edge to his expression as he watches me. “Be careful driving. I’ll be behind you,” he orders, and I nod.
“All right,” I whisper.
“I overheard you say you were meeting someone here. It would only be polite to let them know your plans for the night changed.”
My chin wobbles. Hot tears prickle the backs of my eyes. He’s ruining everything. My one night that gets me through the rest of the week. My dose of submission that allows me to function and make decisions every other day. And the added knowledge that he did overhear Dixie and me talking just makes everything ten times worse. He now knows things about me I never wanted anyone else to learn, much less a student, far less my boss’s son.
I don’t realize a tear has escaped until I feel his gentle finger wiping it away from my cheekbone.
“Ah, don’t look so sad, Ms. Richards. I’m sure we can work something out.”
I don’t know what to make of his words. Are they a threat… or a promise?
I guess I’ll find out soon enough, because he steps back and closes my door, tapping the roof of my car like he does my desk every day after his parting words. And like always, it makes me nearly jump out of my skin. I blow out a breath and start the car, seeing him nod at me through the window before he turns and makes his way up the stairs to the sidewalk.
I send Lancelot a text apologizing, telling him I won’t be able to make it tonight. He sends one back immediately saying he’ll miss me but not to worry about it. I’m sure he has a line of submissives waiting for the chance to experience his flogging expertise.
The thought makes me bitter. If it weren’t for Nathaniel Black IV, then I would be excitedly awaiting my Dom’s arrival inside the club. Instead, I’m putting my car in reverse, backing out of the parking space, and heading home to see just how thoroughly Nate plans to ruin my life.
Chapter 5
Nate
Seeing her exit the parking garage, I pull away from the curb and fall in line behind her, no longer needing to keep a distance and make sure my presence stays hidden. She knows I’m following her, back to her house, back to where she spends her nights after she gets off work every day after I’ve spent an hour making her squirm.
Does she think of me once she gets home? Does she obsess over me the way I do her, never escaping my face even when I’m not around? Does she think of me when she lets those other men… do things to her, things that make her come over and over again?
My hands tighten on the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white, and my nostrils flare with rage and jealousy. It’s ridiculous, I know, to be jealous over Evelyn being with other guys when I’ve been with just as many if not more girls. What’s fucking me up is imagining this new reality, when I’d thought she was so innocent, pure, even virginal. How many times had I thought about taking her virginity while I’d fucked my fist? How many times had I pictured pulling out of her and seeing my cum mixed with her blood? Now I know that will never happen, and instead, Ms. Richards is….
No, I refuse to think of her as a freak. She’s no more a freak than I am. She just obviously has needs that have to be fulfilled in a not-so-traditional way. A way that seems to be the opposite of mine, and the perfect match at the same time. She desires to be mastered? To submit and give herself over to someone and allow them to bring pleasure to her willing body repeatedly… until she can barely walk?
She’s exactly what I never knew I could even dream of. Someone who would take my dominance happily, want it, crave it, get off on it over and over.
But I’ve never let that side of me loose before.
She’s part of a club where… experts? Professionals? I mean, they spoke of a guy they called Master. And they said it with no type of humor or sarcasm in their voices. He was someone they respected, admired, wanted to be under. I’ve never even allowed myself to be rough with a girl, afraid I’d hurt her, not wanting to let the monster I keep trapped inside me escape and wreak havoc, even though every urge inside me had been to give myself over to it.
And the last person I’d ever want to hurt is Evelyn. I may love fucking with her with every
