On Becoming Her Sir (10 page)

Of course she loved when he was completely dominating, taking control of her and reminding her in every way she was collared and owned. She hadn’t realized her hand moved, her fingers brushing across her dress collar until she saw the sparkle in his eyes.

“Yes, you do understand. You realize you are my submissive and you will do what I want.”

“Yes, sir.” The words were said with enough emphasis he raised his eyebrows. She realized the attendant was still lingering, the look on his face one of a voyeur very happy to be in his job at the moment.

“Good girl.” Luke’s gaze shifted to the side. He took a step back and lifted her chin with a single finger. “And you’re going to be very good tonight even if I ask you to suck another man’s cock.”

Jessie almost laughed. Luke loved to grandstand in front of an audience and the gasp from the young man was just enough fuel to ignite Sir Luke’s fire. “Of course, sir. Anything you ask sir,” she stated loudly enough she knew the attendant was leaning in for more.

“Mmm… Yes.” Taking a step back, Luke brushed his hand up from her elbow to her shoulder and slowly lowered the slender strap, revealing her breast.

A cold chill washed over her and while she knew this was nothing more than a game to Luke, a little playtime before the main event, she shivered none-the-less. Her mouth was suddenly dry and the second Luke’s fingers tweaked her nipple she moaned, her body swaying forward.

Luke growled, the sound low and husky as he plucked the hard bud, giving the young man an intense stare.

“Fuck…me…” the attendant whispered.

Jessie tilted her head back and closed her eyes, arching her back slightly. The move was simply an admittance that she was indeed Luke’s property tonight, a woman who was to be by her Sir’s side. The thought made her smile. If only the others at the party truly knew what her life was like with Luke.

“A woman so beautiful as you should have a man who knows exactly what you need.” Luke’s voice echoed in the garage. Exhaling slowly, even the subtle sound seemed to resonate in the dense space. “And I do know exactly what you need.”

As he pinched and twisted her nipple, pain coursing through every cell in her body, Jessie whimpered and reached out to grab Luke’s arm. She blinked several times as he increased the pressure and tears sprung to her eyes.

“Look at me,” Luke commanded.

She did so instantly, her eyes locking on his. While there was amusement in the hard glare, there was a solid demand to obey in front of this stranger. “Yes, sir.”

A single moan erupted from the attendant.

“What will you do for me?” Luke asked.

“Anything.” Her answer was without question because it was the truth. As he nodded, the acceptance mixed with a slight smile, she shivered from head to toe. Her Sir had such an incredible effect on her and for all that they had shared, there was so much more to learn, to explore. “Anything.”

“I know.” Lowering his head, Luke wrapped his hand around the back of her neck as he placed his mouth on her nipple. Biting down, his fingers dug into the tender skin of her neck as he sucked.

“Oh God!” Her heart racing, she arched her back more, her right foot tapping against the concrete. She was hot all over, her face flushing and she could hear the sounds of other patrons coming into the garage, no doubt parking for the night. They might see the carnal act, the couple that didn’t care who saw them, perhaps who joined them. Luke was going to push both of their boundaries tonight. For the first time she felt an odd sense of jealousy and she had no idea why.

“Sweet…Lord.”

She could tell the young man was in distress, the sound of his voice barely audible and for a few seconds she was unable to react to anything but the slice of raw pain. Her pants became moans, beads of perspiration rolling into the back of her dress. Luke continued assaulting her nipple for what had to be a full three minutes. When he broke the connection the sound erupting from her lips was one of raw anguish as well as heated need. She was wet and hot, her pussy clenching. “Oooohhh…”

“Forever mine.” Luke’s hot breath skated across her chest. He looked up at the attendant and smiled. “One day you can have a woman who will give you everything you’ve ever desired, obeying every command.” He eased the strap of Jessie’s dress back up and kissed her on the lips.

She wanted to punch him for the grandstanding and the fact she was so turned on she could smell her own desire. But she knew better. This was Luke’s time to shine.

Holding out his hand, Luke waited until she placed hers in his, his eyes never blinking.

“Shit. If only I could,” the attendant muttered and lowered his head, turning and walking away.

Jessie could barely contain herself as she was led into the elevator. The instant the door closed she shook her head. “I can tell what kind of an evening it’s going to be.”

Luke said nothing for a few seconds as he adjusted his bowtie and pressed the button for the top floor. “Just remember, you are mine. You belong to me.”

The way he said the words made her shiver all over again. Tonight he was different. Tonight he was going to make certain other people knew he owned her, something that hadn’t happened before in his business or with their vanilla friends. They’d drawn a fine line of masking their true relationship, preferring not to have prying eyes or condemnation of their lifestyle. This was by far the most unusual she’d seen his behavior. Luke moved in back of her, placing his hand firmly on her neck. Even the weight of his hand seemed different, the way he pulled her closer a moment of claiming her. “I’ll…yes…I…” She moaned when he happed her on the butt.

“You will remember. Period.”

No other words were said as the elevator reached its destination. Jessie longed to make certain she looked the part, sexy and yet classy, but he held her firmly. She found herself swallowing several times as the doors opened. She was shocked at the crowd, the amount of people swallowing the room utterly amazing. “Incredible. You did all of this?”

Luke chuckled. “You know better. I can’t seem to plan a party of six people. I have staff who handles this and thank God.”

He guided her off the elevator, his hand never leaving her body, and as he led her further into the room she was more than impressed. Ice sculptures held an audience in every corner of the room she could see. The lighting was shimmering, akin to a star kissed evening. The music was a heightened level of gothic rock and the attire of the crowd? Eclectic. Jessie felt underdressed, understated in a group full of kinsters. She couldn’t help but admire the myriad of attire, romantic and outlandish. “Still, incredible.”

“I’ll let you in on a little secret. I hoped you’d like. In fact I made certain my assistant knew about your tastes. I wanted you to appreciate what I do.” Luke pushed her forward. “There are several people I can’t wait for you to meet.”

For some reason she couldn’t help but wonder whether he simply wanted to show her off, much like a prize. Yes, she hated the thought and shoved the ugly thing back in a box but she couldn’t help but wonder. And think. And know. “Of course.”

“Marcus, thank you for coming. So glad you’re here,” Luke stated, his voice commanding, as he stopped and held out his hand.

“I wouldn’t miss this party for anything.” Shaking Luke’s hand, the dark skinned man grinned. “You are de man.”

“You know how I like to make certain my athletes are taken care of.” Luke let her go as he shook Marcus’ hand.”

“I do. I certainly do,” Marcus chortled.

Jessie noticed the gentleman’s gaze darted in her direction more than once. She recognized the athlete, although she wasn’t certain of which sport he played.

Luke raised a single eyebrow. “I see you’ve noticed my Jessie. Marcus, meet Jezebel Waters.”

“A pleasure.” Marcus smiled as he held out his hand.

The handshake was firm and Jessie could tell the man was trying to figure out the relationship. “Mine as well. I hope that Luke is guiding your career?” She held Marcus’ hand on purpose. He was very nice looking with chocolate eyes and creamy mocha skin and she could tell Luke’s interest was piqued.

“I can honestly say I wouldn’t have gotten the deal with the NFL had Luke not intervened with the negotiations. For that I’ll always be in his debt.” Marcus undressed her with his eyes then nodded to Luke.

The silent but powerful look shared between the two men was fascinating. Jessie allowed her gaze to linger for another few seconds before looking away. Hairs stood up on the back of her neck. Even from across the room she knew exactly what Marcus was thinking, what he wanted. Shivering, she studied the crowd, trying to figure out who was watching her. There were so many people darting back and forth she had difficulty focusing on who it could be. Jessie hadn’t realized she’d taken a few steps forward until she ran into a waiter. “I’m so sorry.”

“Not at all. Would you like a glass of champagne?” the waiter asked, his voice sounding eager.

She glanced in the direction again and didn’t see anyone she recognized, but the feeling remained. “Yes, thank you.” After accepting the crystal stem she gave the young man a sexy smile and inched further into the crowd. Who was scanning her? The crowd absorbed around her, drawing her further into the horde of people. While she heard the conversations, knew people were enjoying their time, a solid thump of her heart seemed to be echoing and the sound was the only thing she could concentrate on.

After ending up on the other side of the ballroom she could see only a few people she remotely recognized, men and women who had been at the few other catered events she’d been at with Luke. The odd sensation remained but had lessened. Perhaps she was merely nervous about Luke or for him. Either way the champagne was almost gone and she was going to have at least one more glass to calm her nerves. As she turned to make her way back to her Sir, the glow of what appeared to be a rooftop pool, the entire outside area decorated with shimmering lights, drew her attention.

Jessie found a door to the outside and even though the night had a distinct chill, she couldn’t help but move closer to the pool. The lagoon like setting and the picturesque view of the city was incredible. Lights flickered from all directions and the quiet lapping of the waterfall at one end was a stimulating aphrodisiac. She could see herself fucking under the waterfall, the moon bright and beguiling. Walking closer to the edge, she polished off her champagne and held the glass to her chest. The hotel and this serene getaway in particular were very peaceful.

For a few seconds she indulged in the sights and sounds as the sensual beat of the drummer’s solo filtered into the night air. Luke certainly knew how to throw a party. Swaying her hips back and forth in time to the music, she drank in the smell of sea salt emitting from the pool. A saltwater pool on top of a high rise in the heart of the city was unusual. “Mmm…” Jessie blurted out the sound. What a wonderful and very decadent amenity. She closed her eyes and imagined Luke’s arms wrapped around her, his hot breath skating across her neck, his throbbing cock hungry for every part of her.

Jessie licked the rim of her glass and could envision the look on his face as she stood naked until the waterfall, water beading on her breasts. Goose bumps rose across every inch of her skin. A presence stood behind her, so close she could inhale the rich and tangy scent of his exotic cologne. While the fragrance was similar to Luke’s, it wasn’t her Sir’s. Swallowing hard, her sixth sense settled in.

“A beautiful woman standing alone. What a terrible crime.”

His deep voice sent a series of shivers dancing down her back. She resisted answering or turning around. This was the man who had been staring at her, watching every move. My God Bart was playing a cat and mouse game. Of course he was. She couldn’t help but think all of this was a complete set up. “As you well know, I’m not alone. I’m simply exploring. I do that often since I
am
my own person.” Of course the words were said with a biting tone. She couldn’t help herself around him. There were so many reasons she didn’t like Bart, and she refused to call him Sir Bart, no matter the manners of the lifestyle. She opened her eyes and resisted snarling. What was his agenda?

Bart chuckled and flanked her side, placing one hand in his pocket. “You seemed to enjoy our time together.”

“The time you pre-planned? The time you made certain I’d spend time with you?” Jessie huffed.

“As if you were bothered by my company.” Bart fingered her shoulder with the tip of his thumb.

Jessie shivered and took a step away. “Don’t touch me.”

“I’ll touch you when and if I like.”

“Luke wouldn’t appreciate your candid bull.”

“And he wouldn’t yours. You’re very formidable as a woman, let alone a sub, something a true Dom needs to break in order to mold you in the correct manner.”

“Correct manner?’ Jessie longed to scratch his eyes out.

Bart inhaled deeply and nodded, a smile curling in the corner of his mouth. “You know exactly what I’m saying, Jezebel.”

Just hearing him call her by her given name was enough to make her cringe. Seeing red in her eyes she looked away for a full minute before speaking. “Well, Sir Bart. You seem to have all the answers. Don’t you?” When he hesitated she kept her gaze looking away.

“I know the woman inside. The one who is hiding from herself.”

“You only think you do. You have no understanding of me or my needs. You’re a man who thinks he can break me. You’re dead wrong. No matter what you think, Bart, I’m not interested nor can you handle me.”

Bristling visibly, Bart shook his head. “I can see why Luke craves you.”

“Why? Because of the thrill of breaking me?” Jessie longed to move away from him but refused to give him the satisfaction of allowing him to she how unnerved she was. “Because when he breaks me I’ll be a good little submissive? Always obeying? Always succumbing?” She was angry and could tell he was more than just interested. He was calculating how much time it was going to take to have her don his collar. The thought disgusted her.

“You truly don’t understand the lifestyle.” Bart’s voice was soft, calculated. He tilted his head and scanned every inch of her body, settling finally back on her eyes.