My Big Fat Demons [Revised]

Hollow (25)

Chapter 25: Hollow

Ruvik's POV

Feeling a little lost without having Nessie by my side, I walked around the now crowded room. People were discussing my sister's art and saying nothing but good things. Pride swelled through me for her success. Also for Nessie. Not only did she manage to get my sister out of what could have been a horrible anxiety attack, but she also volunteered to sing. I've heard her beautiful voice before and I cannot wait to hear it again. I'm also shocked that she referred to herself as Charlotte. Sometime tonight I'm going to ask if she wants to be called that from now on.

Glancing around I tried to find Nessie. I'm not sure where my sister's assistant took her or why. I just felt uneasy without having her near. Then I spotted her. Nessie was laughing with some guy wearing pants that look to be too tight. His hand was at her waist as he leaned in to whisper something in her ear. I began to walk over there. He saw me, handed something to Nessie, and walked away. Nessie stuffed something inside of her bra as I approached.

"Who was that?" I asked in a not so kind way. Being possessive has always been what Sebastian called a 'toxic trait' of mine.

"I think some gay guy. He was very interested in where my dress came from but I told him my egotistical -- let's add jealous -- rich boyfriend made me wear it." She huffed and walked away. Her amused expression was completely gone. Jealous? Who the fuck do I have to be jealous of? Does she not like the dress? Or being told what to wear? If so, why'd she sign the goddamn contract? Christ. Perhaps now that we're actually together, I can just throw out the contract. I've never dated a submissive. Maybe I should revisit and revise. Would that make her happy? Things have drastically changed since signing the contract. Tomorrow we will discuss what our future holds.

Someone tapped on a mic towards the entrance of the museum. Gizelle was standing there looking majestic as always. She announced that Charlotte was the talent tonight, and not Gizelle herself. The crowd cheered as my beautiful girlfriend stepped forward. I could see how anxious she was, yet she's doing it anyway. The spotlight was shining on her, exposing the blush I'm sure only I could see. Then she started to sing.

Tears built in my eyes as I stared at her. I couldn't help but get lost in her words as if they were meant for me. A beautiful warning yet a plea at the same time. She sang of being hollow and fragile. Singing about being made whole again by someone. Does that mean me? Am I making her whole again? In our time together, she's changed me in more ways I thought imaginable. Am I doing the same for her?

She stopped singing and everyone cheered. Suddenly shy, Nessie covered her face with her hands. I cut through the crowd to get to her. She spotted me and smiled widely. Without hesitation, I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her softly on the lips. She gasped, giving me access and I took it. Bringing her close to me I devoured her mouth. I could hear people hollering and whistling but I ignored them.

"Home. Now." I growled in her ear. I grabbed her hand and pulled her through the crowd. People tried to stop her to congratulate her but I continued on until we were outside. I needed her home, and I needed her alone. Now.

"We didn't say goodbye." She protested once we reached the car.

"We'll have lunch with her tomorrow," I opened the door and she slid in, pouting. After getting in the driver took off.

"What's the rush?" She asked, still pouting.

"I am going to get you home and rip that dress off of you," I said sternly.

"No, you are not! This dress is pretty." She responded.

"I thought you didn't like it." I grabbed her hand and laid a soft kiss on the back.

"I love it. I just like giving you a hard time." She giggled. I nipped her palm causing her to gasp.

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"Go upstairs, put on lingerie, and meet me in the master bedroom," I ordered.

She disappeared up the stairs without question. I headed into the kitchen to get a bucket of ice. Ice play was one of my favorite things. I hope Nessie will be able to handle it. It's nothing major and something easy to start off with. I am going to introduce Nessie to a whole new world.

I headed upstairs to find her kneeling next to the bedroom door. Deciding to start out small, I've opted for a blindfold, ice, and a flogger. I walked past kneeling Nessie to the bed so I could set down the items I brought up here. After setting everything on the bedside table, I grabbed the blindfold and walked back over to Nessie.

"Stand" I commanded. She obeyed and I placed the blindfold around her head. She remained still as I tied it firmly around her.

"Tonight may be intense for you. You're going to want me to stop. Do you remember the safe words?" I asked her.

"Red and yellow." She answered.

"Red means?" I questioned.

"I am at my breaking point and I need you to stop." She answered correctly.

"And yellow means?" I continued.

"Slow down." She answered correctly again.

"Good girl," I placed a gentle kiss on her temple.

She looked beautiful with the black lingerie she chose. It really made her pale skin stand out. Placing my hand on the back of her neck, I pulled her in and kissed her deeply.

"I really hope tonight goes well. I want you so desperately." I whispered. "Then take me, Master, I'm ready for you." She whispered back. I pressed my lips against hers once more, devouring her delicious taste. I still didn't feel worthy of her. I am a piece of scum who is blessed by her appearance. No matter how bad I wanted her, I needed to wait. This is something I didn't want to lose. Yes, I just got her. Yet, I feel like she can disappear at any given moment. I fear one day she'll realize what a disaster I really am and will leave. Hell, it took a miracle to get her to accept my apology. She may have forgiven me, but I have yet to forgive myself.

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