TWENTY: For Ten Grand, I Will Be Anything You Want, Sir

The mechanical click seems to make something in both of us snap.

Instantly, I find that we are both grabbing each other, our lips smashing together, and just like that, I'm kissing him again. One of his hands is on my cheek as his mouth guides mine open, the other somewhere on my waist. Mine are gripping the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer to me.

He starts walking backwards, pulling me with him as he kisses me again, and again, and I follow him blindly. He manoeuvres round the furniture with an oddly high level of grace, and then he’s pushing me against his desk. My hands fumble behind me, pushing things out of the way, then pulling myself to sit on it.

Grabbing his neck again to deepen the kiss, he pulls on my waist, making my back arch into him, his chest pressing against me. Then he moves his mouth down my jaw, kissing me over and over, moving down to my neck, one hand coming up to the back of my head to thread his fingers through my hair.

I’m not sure whether the next move is subconscious or not, but his fingers curl into a fist, gripping my hair, pulling my head back as he sucks the skin just above my collarbone. It reminds me of the club, and it instantly makes my thighs tense around him as he stands between my legs.

I feel his lips stretch into a smile against my neck, then he gives another tug on my hair, and I moan softly into the air. It feels a million times better having my hair pulled now than any other time he’s done it, with his lips igniting the rest of my body. I wonder how I can ever go back to him doing this without his mouth attacking me at the same time.

He tugs my shirt out of the skirt it is tucked into, his hands finding purchase on my bare skin as he moves his mouth back to mine, his tongue instantly moving against mine.

Then there is a knock on the door.

“Hey boss, you ready?” Comes Theo’s voice. David groans as he rolls his head back, separating his lips from me.

“Yeah.” He says in a strained voice, before looking back at me. “Yeah gimme a second.”

I pant, frozen in my position on his desk, undoubtedly looking as much of a mess as he does.

I see him swallow, and he holds his hand out for me to take, which I do automatically, jumping off his desk, and straightening out my outfit.

Neither of us knows what to say at this point.

I just sidestep him, and head to the door on shaky legs, running a hand through my hair, over my mouth, and clenching my fists a couple times to redistribute the blood in my body.

When I unlock the door and open it, Theo is on the other side with wide eyes, and he looks between me and David, then the mess on the desk. Before he can say anything, I hurry past him, back to my office to grab my things and leave, before anything else embarrassing can happen.

I spend the evening holed away in my bedroom at David’s apartment. I call Sel as soon as I check that David hasn’t come home yet, and I take a bottle of wine to bed, drinking it, and reliving my life over the past 24 hours.

I have to hold the phone away from my ear for a minute, while she screams in reaction to me and him kissing. When she’s done, she bombards me with question after question.

At one point, she puts me on hold to take a client call.

When she comes back to me, she says that David has asked for an extra session tonight, but she told him I’m unavailable. I open my mouth to thank her, but then she says he offered $10,000 to make it happen.

I sit up in bed, my mouth dropping open.

I know Sel has got David to pay extra for his membership, considering I’m not a regular submissive, but that is almost three months of membership for one night.

“What did you say?!” I squeak into the phone, and she sighs.

“I said I would ask.”

“Sel, I–”

“I would literally only need to take a grand to compensate for rearranging Mia and Lila out of the room. The rest is yours, and that is not a small amount.”

I groan, rubbing my eyes. I can’t say yes. It feels weird now, taking his money. Not that ten grand is a lot for him, but it is for me. After last night, and today, this feels like a weird line I don’t want to cross.

“I can’t. Sel I really can’t. I can’t be at his beck and call whenever he fancies.”

“But it’s SO much money...”

“I know it is, trust me I know. But I really can’t do it.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

An hour later, I’m marching into The Red Room with my mask on, with Sel talking beside me as I walk, having confirmed that Mr. Reid is having an extra session tonight.

Honestly, I can’t explain how the conversation got turned around. I blame the wine.

She helps me get dressed, partly because I don’t want to be doing this, and partly because the wine is starting to hit me. I drank almost a third of the bottle before I rushed out of the apartment.

I chug the water and eat the protein bar she gives me while she ties the corset and helps me glue down my mask. I breathe deeply as I walk over to him at the bar.

“Mr. Reid.” I say, with a sweet smile as I slide my hand up his back.

He turns to me, already standing. Something makes him pause when his eyes reach mine. Without a word, he heads off to my usual room, and I glance at Nico, who just shrugs. I follow him quickly.

Once I shut the door behind me, he pushes me back against it.

Oh the memory.

“You’re drunk.” He snarls.

“No, but I’ve had a couple. We weren’t scheduled tonight.”

“You should have said no.”

“We did. Then you offered me ten grand.”

He breathes in, and lets go of me.

“How much?” He asks.

“Less than half a bottle.” I reply honestly. He steps forward, putting his thumb on my bottom lip and pulling it down.

“Red. At least you have good taste.” He smirks, and I start to smile back.

“Can I ask you something, Mr. Reid?” I question as I walk past him, over to the drawers, and opening the top one, picking out the toys he usually likes to use.

I don’t want him focusing on the fact that I’m not completely sober, so I decide to take charge.

“Yes.”

“Why the urgency? We’re already booked in for tomorrow.” I take the rope, and walk back over to him, untying it as I step. “Why could you not wait until then?”

“Surely it’s high praise that I wanted you again before our allotted time?” He replies.

“Perhaps. It could also mean that something happened, and you’re looking for a way to cope. That you lost control...” I say, looking up at him innocently as I reach him. The playful look on his face disappears. “...that you need to gain that control back.” I continue. “Could that be accurate?”

He tears the rope from my hands.

“Do I pay you to be a therapist, Doll?” He spits, but I just smile back. We both know I am right.

“For ten grand, I will be anything you want. Sir.” I reply.

“Good answer.” He smirks, threading his fingers through my hair, ready to lead me where he wants.