CHAPTER 3: Meet Again

EVA POV

Hmm... - I moan as my middle finger tries to give me an orgasm I haven't had in a week.

That's right, it's been a damn week since a guy made me cum.

Ever since that fuck in the bathroom with Mr. Dominant, I haven't been able to find satisfaction with any other guy, and believe me, I've tried...

To make matters worse, I had sex with the great fuck model Frank again and NO ORGASM!

What the hell! - I cursed and stopped masturbating.

Did he put some kind of spell, witchcraft, or voodoo on me?

I don't know.

I'm going crazy!

Sex is an essential thing in my life, and if I continue in this indefinite drought, I'm going to climb the walls, literally...

I feel something vibrating in my back, and I realize it's my phone ringing.

Hello? - I answer without looking at who it was.

"One day I'm going to get screwed over because of this."

Eva! - Blair exclaimed, her voice rising.

Hi, girl. - I replied, happy to be able to talk to my only friend since high school.

I wasn't very popular with the girls at school because I was obsessed with having sex.

Yes, I slept with their boyfriends, and Blair was the only one who talked to me, but only because she was a lesbian, and still is to this day.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm lying in bed masturbating, but I haven't come yet," I replied honestly.

I heard Blair's laughter on the other end of the line.

"Honesty continues to be your strong point," she said, catching her breath after laughing.

"Want to go to a nightclub with me?" she asked excitedly.

"Sure, why not?" I replied, knowing I had nothing better to do.

"That's great!" she exclaimed.

"I'll come pick you up in half an hour."

Okay. - I replied, and we ended the call.

"See you later".

I got out of bed feeling excitement welling up inside me, and I went into the bathroom to take a quick shower.

Half an hour later, I was already dressed.

I had put on my makeup, and was ready to rock, even if only in my thoughts, because in practice it was difficult.

Ding-dong.

My doorbell rang, and I opened the door, assuming it was Blair.

"Hey, beautiful," she said, giving me a quick kiss as a greeting.

Hi, girl. - I replied, smiling.

Don't think that anything ever happened between us, because nothing beyond that ever occurred.

Blair is just my friend, and even though she's tried to take me to her bed a few times, I've always refused.

I like sucking cock, not pussy.

"So, shall we go?" she asked, and I nodded.

After making sure my house was properly locked, Blair and I got into her silver sedan and drove off to the nightclub.

"Who knows, maybe I'll get lucky today."

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DEAN POV

I was having a shitty day, with a huge urge to punch someone, and to fuck a damn brunette who wouldn't leave my thoughts.

That's right, ever since that impromptu sex in the bathroom.

I can't get the image of Eva with her hands tied, being fucked by my cock, out of my head.

And because of that, I terminated the contracts with my submissives who no longer satisfied me.

And here I am, angry, and wanting to fuck a single woman.

What the hell! - I cursed and punched my office desk.

"Mr. Hartford?" Roselia called, standing in the doorway.

"Come in," I said coldly.

She was no longer my submissive, but due to her professionalism, she was still my secretary.

"Taylor asked you to stop by the nightclub after work to sort some things out."

Roselia was visibly nervous, perhaps because of my cold face.

"I don't care what Taylor said," I said, looking at her face.

"I'm not going," I said, feeling my anger return.

"If I pay that son of a bitch, it's to solve the damn problems at that nightclub!" I yelled, letting out some of my pent-up fury.

"Damn Eva and her witchy pussy."

"But sir... He said it's extremely important, and that if he could solve it, he would." She stammered at the end of the sentence, probably noticing my serial killer face.

"Okay," I said, feeling the urge to punch Taylor in the face as soon as I saw him.

"Tell him I'll be there in two hours."

"Yes, sir," Roselia replied, lowering her head, and then left the office.

"Once submissive, always submissive..." I thought, giving a wry smile as I remembered Eva being submissive to me.

Two hours flew by, and now I was parking my car in front of one of my nightclubs, or rather, in front of that damn troubled nightclub.

"Mr. Hartford?!" said the security guard who was controlling the entrance of the people in line.

"Yes?" I said sarcastically, knowing he was visibly nervous in my presence.

"Please come in." He removed the red velvet cord from the hook and gave a forced smile.

"Thank you, sir. I don't want to be fired," I said, entering the nightclub to avoid punching that idiot in the face.

With the lack of sex and punishments, my self-control was at its limit, and I could imagine the murderous explosion that would come if someone challenged me.

Dean! - shouted Taylor from the VIP area.

"This guy wants to die." I thought, remembering my urge to punch him in the face.

But as I walked towards him, someone bumped into me.

I'm sorry... - Said the woman who was the reason for all this crap that was happening to me.

Eva....