I welcomed Rachael into my apartment, moving aside to let her in. She greeted me back, in the same manner, waving politely before making her way in. It was interesting to see her outside of her work uniform; and to see her outside the club, period. Her style was unique, and she was giving very much grunge-chic with her curly pixie cut and numerous piercings. She was different from what Camila usually goes for, but different doesn't always have to be a bad thing. Camila needs someone with a likable character, and Rachael was the total package.
"Thanks for calling," she said, glancing around the room. I smiled and quickly showed her to my room. Camila was still asleep—knocked the fuck out with her head buried under a few pillows.
"Camila needs to go home soon, but I'm not sure if she's well enough to drive. I wanted to wait until she woke up, but I have a lot of errands to run, and I honestly don't have time," I whispered.
Rachael nodded but remained silent as she eyed Camila's stretched-out figure on the bed. I stared at her oddly, noticing that something was bothering her.
"Can I talk to you for a second?" She asked, changing the subject. I hesitated for a second but nodded as she left the room. I closed the door behind us and gestured to the couch. Rachael sat down first, and I opted to sit a few cushions away, angling my body to face her. The air was indeed awkward, but only because we barely knew each other.
"What happened last night?" She got straight to the point.
"What do you mean?"
"I called Camila multiple times last night, but her phone kept going to voicemail. She also kept blowing me off throughout the day. Did she seem weird to you?" She questioned, slightly annoyed.
"Oh, umm...we were pretty drunk last night, Camila more so than me, so that might be why she wasn't answering your calls. And as far as her seeming weird, I think she was having a bad day and didn't want to concern you," I said, somewhat cringing.
I honestly had no clue that Camila wasn't answering her phone or that she was ignoring Rachael. Shit, I didn't even know that there was tension between the two. Was it because of Camila's family drama? I'm not sure.
"I've noticed that Camila relies on you a lot, and she always runs to you when something upsets her; which is fine, but I was worried about her last night, and it would've been nice to hear from her," she said.
I nodded, completely understanding where she was coming from. I would be annoyed too.
"Do you think that I'm being too clingy or unreasonable by wanting Camila to come to me with her problems?"
"No, not at all," I shook my head. "You seem like a genuine person, so I know that she's not excluding you on purpose. We've just known each other for a long time, and as bad as it sounds, I can assume that she probably just doesn't think to consider you as a viable source of comfort. It's inconsiderate, I know, but don't take it to heart. Y'all are still new, so I would just talk to her if I were you."
"If only it were that simple," she huffed.
"It is that simple. Camila can be a bitch, but she'll listen to you if you're brutally honest with her. She tends to act like she has no home training, but don't let that stop you from speaking up. She can't just ghost you for an entire day and think that's acceptable. And look, I'm about to leave soon, so this is the perfect time to wake her ass up and talk to her...okay," I said, giving her an encouraging thumbs up.
Rachael nodded before looking away.
"What?" I frowned.
"I guess I see why she clings to you," She huffed again, eyes slowly darting back to mine as she smiled.
"Well, who else is gonna call Camila out on her bullshit if not me?" I smiled back, teasing her.
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A week later...
Rowan had a driver pick me up super early this morning, and when I got to his home, he gave me access to the garage. He told me exactly what to do...as per usual. And now I'm currently seated on my knees in his room, waiting patiently like a good submissive. But unlike last time, I didn't have to wait hours to see him.
When Rowan came through the door, all slick with sweat, I smiled sheepishly to myself. He looked me over a few times, eyeing the way I sat and my position on the floor.
"Good," he hummed as he strolled over to me. "Your posture is getting better," he said, moving my curls from out of my face.
"Thank you, sir," I replied. I've actually been practicing how to sit in my submissive pose for longer periods, and although my knees still ache, I've been conditioning myself to tolerate it...to an extent.
Rowan's eyes roamed over my body once more before he left to go take a shower. When he was done, we both went downstairs and into his office. He mentioned that he had some work to do and that I was to sit quietly and wait for him to finish.
So I sat on the floor and daydreamed about any and everything to pass the time. I couldn't see what he was doing, but he kept busy the entire time. I did my best to stay still, but after the second hour, I found myself shifting out of discomfort or inching my fingers forward to rub at my knees.
If my brief twitches or undisciplined movements bothered Rowan in any way, he surely didn't show it. Or he might've been too immersed in his work to even notice. Either way, I could no longer sit still.
"Amira?" He spoke up.
"Sir?" I looked up at him, and he was already pointing to his lap. I slowly stood, my legs numb from sitting too long. I then climbed into his lap, but I frowned when it wasn't as comfortable as I thought it would be. It was still far better than the floor, but I didn't have enough room to sit completely flush with his body.
"What's with all the fidgeting?" He asked me.
"I'm sorry, I'll stop. It won't happen again," I looked away in embarrassment, not meaning to interfere with his work.
"Your fidgeting doesn't bother me. I appreciate the effort, but I don't expect you to be able to sit on your knees, unmoving, for hours. It takes a lot of discipline...more than you currently have," he said.
"Oh, so you're not mad?" I asked, now staring into his eyes.
"No, but something else has been bothering me, and I can't put my finger on it, but you smell different," he revealed, gripping my thighs.
"Is it a bad different or a good different?" I asked hesitantly.
"A good one," he squeezed, eyeing me hungrily. I quickly searched my brain for answers, and I instantly remembered that he was sensitive to smells. Hence, the reason he told me not to wear strong fragrances...or really any fragrances when I'm around him.
What Rowan was smelling wasn't an odor, so the only explanation that I could think of as to why I suddenly smelled different was because I was ovulating. And I wouldn't be surprised if his keen nose was detecting the subtle change in my scent.
"I heard that men find women more attractive when they're fertile, and according to my period tracker, I should be ovulating. So that might be why I smell different," I stated.
He took a moment to digest my words, inching forward as he did so. But he said nothing and simply buried his nose into my neck.
"It sounds crazy, but there's scientific research to prove it," I sighed, feeling his lips against my skin. He then suddenly stood and dropped me on his desk, the slight glint in his eyes causing a shiver to wash over me. Rowan took it upon himself to rearrange my body, laying me flat against the desk and pulling me to the very edge. Once he was satisfied, he then eased my legs open. I took a deep breath to calm my excitement—I had a fairly good idea of what he was about to do, and I was already gushing at the thought of it. He took a seat, and we locked eyes right as he lowered his head between my legs.
I instantly sucked in a harsh breath when he ran his tongue through my folds, diving right on in. His intensity from the start caught me off guard, but I reveled in the feel of his controlled movements. He was not going easy on me at all, and I tensed when his tongue danced along my entrance.
"Ahh," I withdrew a bit.
"Don't move," he instructed, spreading my lips and pushing his tongue into me. Fuck. I could already feel my orgasm approaching.
Overwhelmed, I jerked as he switched between different movements—swirling his tongue around, moving it back and forth, and also darting it in and out. It usually takes more than this to get me off, but the way he manipulated his tongue was damn impressive.
"Wait," I shook my head, well overstimulated and about ready to make a mess all over his expensive desk.
"Hold it," he demanded, slightly pulling away to speak. My head rolled to the side as I peered down at him.
"W-What?" I stuttered.
"Don't cum until I tell you to," he re-phrased, causing my face to screw up in confusion. How the hell am I supposed to hold it in? How does anyone simply hold it in?
"I don't know how to—" I paused halfway through my sentence when he latched onto my clit, and I couldn't help but moan loudly as he sucked. I tried to close my legs, but the action proved impossible when his vice-like grip dug into my thighs, keeping me securely in place.
"I said don't move," he released me with a popping sound, and I swear I almost came to that alone.
"I can't help it," I moaned, squirming beneath him. He then said nothing and resumed his torment, slurping my juices into his mouth. The decision to watch him only made me throb harder, so I closed my eyes.
"Mmm, wait," I gasped, but he ignored me and sucked harder. My pulse quickened, and my skin immediately grew hot. I tried to slow my breathing and place my focus elsewhere, but I couldn't concentrate on anything other than the constant stimulation. And when he did some fancy shit with the tip of his tongue, I came undone.
"Wait," I bucked, trembling as the tiniest bit of fluid squirted out of me. Fuck. I clenched forcefully, barely stopping it. But as Rowan continued to coax the rest of my orgasm out, it was apparent that I was losing this battle. I knew the damage was already done, so I fully released, causing Rowan to slowly withdraw.
I couldn't help but moan in pure bliss as I squirted all over him and his desk.
"I'm sorry," I covered my mouth, shaking as I gradually came down from my high. It took a minute, but I eventually opened my eyes; and there he was, watching me intently with his scornful gaze. He shook his head at my disobedience, and I quickly sat up to apologize again.
"I'm sorry," I inhaled sharply. He stood up, eyes dark as he hovered over me. My attention then went to the trail of saliva and juices left behind on his chin, and without giving it much thought, I sprung forward and ran my tongue along his jaw.
I tried to do it again, but he pulled back and grabbed my neck, applying some pressure.
"Open," he told me instead, and I did without hesitation. But when he shoved his tongue into my mouth, granting me an additional taste, I got a bit overzealous and sucked before he could pull it away. He shook his head at my antics, somewhat amused but not at all pleased.
"You filthy slut," he smirked, yanking me completely off the desk and forcing me to my knees.
It was useless to apologize again, so I stayed quiet. I had no clue why I was allowing my intrusive thoughts to win, but I was definitely pushing my limits a little too far.
Rowan started to leave, but a quick glance at his erection had me reaching out to stop him.
"I can help you," I said, blatantly staring between his legs. He then cursed under his breath, which prompted me to look at him.
"I know you can, Amira, but I'd rather not give you the satisfaction," he glared, walking around me.
"Yes, sir," I lowered my head. He then left, and he literally made me stay on the floor, uncomfortably wet for the remainder of the day. I eventually dried up, of course, but Rowan didn't come back until I was nearly unconscious and doubled over from exhaustion.
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Oh to be a fly on the wall, smh. More interactions are coming up.
I try my hardest to update faster, but I just...ugh. I need to do better.
Stay tuned!