He is cuffed to the four poster bed in the fortress. His vision is blocked by a black blindfold. He is panting. His fuck-me hair wet with sweat. I run my brown leather riding crop down his naked chest and he shudders. I flick my wrist and make contact with the skin of his rock hard abs. He groans and his lips part. Those beautiful, pink, full lips. I lean over him, take his bottom lip between my teeth, and tug on it. He hisses and his hips jerk forward.
"Anxious are we?"
"Yes Mistress, very." He pants. I smile and run my fingers down my crop.
"What shall I do with you pet?" I question. His breathing increases further and his erection twitches.
"What ever your body desires Mistress, I am yours."
"What do you want to do to me?" I ask, my voice husky with desire. He groans. "Tell me pet."
"I want to touch you and feel every inch of your body," He breathes. "I want to taste you and smell you, touch you and fuck you." I begin to pant. I pull the keys to the cuffs out from between my breast and release his hands. I then remove the blindfold and he blinks rapidly, trying to adjust to the lighting. I climb onto the bed and straddle his naked body.
"Touch me," I demand. Slowly he lifts his hand and runs his fingers from my hairline, down my cheek, and stopping at my collar bone. He pulls my top over my head and my breasts fall free. His eyes light up as he grips them in his hands. His rough, calloused fingers graze my nipples making me throw my head back and grind my hips against him.
He sits up on the bed and lays me onto my back. His hands roam across my skin sending a shiver through me. He grabs my hips and positions himself between my legs. His erection is pressed firmly to my core and he begins to grind against me...
I wake with every nerve in my body tingling with need. My breathing is labored and I can still feel him pressed to me. Damn you Noah Williams, why must you haunt my dreams? I get out of bed and begin to dress for work. Today I have to finalize an agreement with Spice Magazine for a six page spread for my winter collection. I go to my closet and pull out a black, Dolce and Gabana pant suit and silver, Chanel pumps. I quickly dress and retreat to the bathroom to do something with this hair.
Its a bit unruly today. I run my brush through my hair and watch with fascination as my tight, slept on curls begin to unravel. It actually looks good as is, my curls more delicate and soft than ever. I do my makeup as usual, dark eyes, red lips but this time I attempt to use a little blush, I could really use some color.
I get my skin from my mom. She was always pale. I remember being a kid and watching her get ready for a work, she would squeeze the skin of her cheeks trying to bring the slightest bit of color. I also got my mothers black hair. My father gave me my innocent face, he looked so much like a teenage boy.
I miss them. They've both been dead for a long time now. I have a number of photographs of them during their marriage. I guess I'm afraid that if I hang them, their ghosts will haunt me. I know the terms of their death and it keeps me up at night.
I frown at the dark mood I seem to be in. I can see a long afternoon at the bar at Beaumonts. I groan and smack my hand against my forehead. I cant go to Beaumonts, that sexy, cocky, fuck-me-silly haired man will surely be there. I'm surprised I hadnt bumped into him sooner. I've been to the Beaumont a number of times and I've never seen or heard of that man. Ok, I've heard of him.
He ownes nearly every major club, casino, loan company, pawn shop, day care center, car lots and I l've heard he owns a couple car lots and the fucker even directs movies. He has too much control and it makes the hairs on my neck stand up. I have to steer clear of that man. I have a bad feeling he will cause me a heap of trouble if give in to his looks and demanding demeanor.
When I make it downstairs, Colby is in the kitchen preparing coffee. "Good morning Colby," I mutter as I open the pantry. I fish out a breakfast bar, not really in the mood for anything heavy today.
"Good morning Ms. Bonnet," His eyes analyze my face. "Are you ok Ma'am? You look a bit under the weather." I sigh and give a small half smile.
"I'm fine Colby, I didnt sleep well last night." I actually slept better last night than I have in years. Normally I wake up in a cold sweat tryin to push bloody images out of my head. Last night I woke up gasping and panting from the erotic images of the man at the bar.
The buzzer on the callbox sounds off. Colby looks at me then walks over to the box and presses the button. "May I help you?"
"Delivery for Ms. Gabrielle Bonnet," A male voice sounds off through the speaker. Delivery? I havent ordered anything. I shrug.
"Send him up Colby," I mutter. I finish off my breakfast and make myself a strong cup of coffee. The elevator dings and Colby ushers in a tall, blond man wearing a designer suit carrying a medium sized box wrapped in red paper topped with a black bow. He doesnt look like any delivery man I've ever seen before. I narrow my eyes at him. This better not be...
"Good morning, Ms. Bonnet," The man says with a warm greeting. "My name is Curtis Stihl." I shake his hand.
"Pleasure Mr. Stihl," I mutter. "What brings you to my home at such early hours of the morning?" I narrow my eyes at him. Who is this man and what the hell is in the box? I glance at Colby. He is eying the Mr. Stihl suspiciously, his hand in his jacket near his gun. He smells something fishy.
"Noah Williams sent me to deliver this," His expression is passive. Another Colby, their bodies are shaped similar and I can see him in a military uniform or training in a dojo.
He holds out the box. My subconscience is raising hell. What does he want with me now? Why is he being so damn persistant? I thought rejecting the wine would have proven my lack of interest in him.
"What is it?" Colby questions before I have a chance to.
"Sir, I was given strict order to deliver the package, he didnt inform me of the contents." Still no emotion, just a blank unreadable face.
"Send it back," I snap. The men look at me.
"Excuse me?" Mr. Stihl mutters. I clench my teeth and glare at him like he's one of my submissives. He blinks a few times and glances nervously at Colby. Colby stares at him with a hard face. Mr. Stihl looks back at me.
"I cant do that Ma'am," He mutters as he struggles to regain his "mojo".
"And why is that Mr. Stihl?" I press. "You brought it into my home, I declined. Send it back," My voice is like ice and he flinches a little. I wouldnt have noticed it if I werent staring at him.
"He said if you refused the package for me to stay here until you accept."
I smile a deviously sweet smile. "Very well," I mutter. I glance at Colby. "Colby," I dont have to say anything else, he knows what that smile means. He grabs Mr. Stihl's elbow and gives him a knowing look.
"We can do this the easy way or the hard way. If you choose the hard way, you'll make Ms. Bonnet late for her meeting and then you'll have her to deal with when I finish." Colby knows what I do here and he knows I can do things to Mr. Stihl's mind and body that Dr. Phil couldnt fix.
"Please, Ms. I'm just doing my job," He mutters.
"Mr. Stihl, when you return the package, please give Mr. Williams a message from me." His lips press into a hard line but he nods his head. "Tell Mr. Williams that I am a busy woman and I'm not interested in anything he has to offer. I dont have time for his mind games or yours."
"Yes, Ma'am," His shoulders slump in defeat. He'll probably catch hell once he gets back. Colby leads him to the elevator and ushers him back in. I think I hear him mutter "good choice," but I'm not entirely sure.
I finally make it to work. Mr. Williams and his jumpy security are lucky I'm not late, I'd have their asses on a stick... literally. "I'll see you at lunch time Colby." I say as I slide out of the car in front of Bonnet Headquarters.
"Have a nice day Ma'am," Colby mutters as he closes the door to the Bugatti Veyron 16.4. I love this car. We're the same in many ways, cold, steel exterior, fierce, and untouchable and beautiful. I make my way to the front of the building. Max, the bell boy greets me warmly as I enter.
"Good morning Ms. Bonnet," Lilly, the secretary says when I make it to the third floor of the building.
"Good morning Lilly," I say as I pass her desk. Jordan, my bouncy assistant springs out of my office.
"Cara Gordan called," She announces. I groan.
"About?" I begin to get aggitated, what does that bitch want? We dont do business together, she stole one of my designs when she worked for me early last year. Jordan fidgets with the bottom of her blouse. "What did she want Jordan?" I snap. Maybe if she laid off the caffeine she would be able to slow her brain down enough to think.
"She wants to organize a fashion show," She mutters. "She seems extremely interested in your designs." Thats because she's a lying, conniving, theiving, bitch.
"Call her back and tell her to shove her fashion show up her fat ass." I hiss before stomping off toward my office. How dare she call up my business in hopes of correlating an event! I have a good place in my mind to drive over to Fashion Patrol and putting my foot up her round ass.
I open the door to my office and my anger heightens further. "What the fuck is this?!" I shout. All of the women in the office run to my door. On my desk sits the very same gift wrapped box Curtis Steel brought into my home.
"Oh." Lilly blushes. "I'm sorry Ms. Bonnet, Noah Williams brought it up personally and asked me to leave it on your desk. It seemed pretty important to him."
"Out," I whisper. They seem frozen place. I turn around to face them, eyes blazing with fury. "Get out of my fucking office before youre all standing in the unemployment line!" The women flinch and scurry out of my office, nearly knocking each other over in the process. I stand in the middle of my dark office fuming. Everyone is testing my patience today! Noah Fucking Williams is number one.
After a long moment of staring at the box, I take a seat behind my desk. I notice a plain black card attached to the side of the red paper. I roll my eyes and peel it off. I open it up and read the two word written neatly inside. No games. I scoff and put it in the shredder.
My office phone rings, its Jordan. "Jordan," I snap as I push the button for speaker phone.
"Your meeting starts in 5 minutes, Christy Woods from Spice is in the conference room waiting."
"I'm on my way," I hang up and grab the blueprints for my designs out of my wall safe. I'll deal with the box later. If I worry about it now, I'll blow everything. I dont know what Noah Williams is playing at but he's starting to get under my skin.
My meeting is a sucess. Christy and I went over the paperwork and she ended up choosing all of my designs. My label will sell millions this winter just like my summer line. My mom would be proud of my sucess. She used to say, "Gabby, nothing comes easy in this world. Either you take, or you earn. But dont ever let anyone take what you've earned."
I go back to my office and grab the red box. I'll get Colby to dispose of it for me. I hope Mr. Williams didnt spend too much money on what ever it is. The box is heavy. I shake it around in my hands but I dont hear anything rattle. I climb on the elevator and find Colby waiting in the lobby. He chuckles when he sees the box in my tiny hands.
"Its not funny Colby," I cant help but smile at him. God he makes being me so much easier. When Colby's around, I dont have to be a bitch. I can relax and take a load off. I hand him the box. "I need you to dispose of this. Take it back to Beaumont's, throw it away, or keep it. I dont really care, just get it away from me."
We go to Coraline's for lunch. They have excellent pasta and she makes her own sauces from scratch. We enter her small restaurant and I get Colby and I a table in the back. There are a few questions I would like to ask him. The waitress takes our orders. She is a tall redhead woman who seems to have a crush on my security. She keeps batting her eyelashes and blushing.
"Colby, how does Noah Williams know where I live?" I ask after the waitress retreats to the kitchen.
"He probably ran a background check on you Ma'am." A lump rises into my throat. Fuck! How much information can his money buy? I dont need my past spread around for the entire world to hear. If my demons are spread across the news, theres no telling what would happen.
"Dont worry Ma'am, even his money cant get those records." I sigh with relief.
"I would like to run a check on him also. He knows things about me and I know nothing of him. I think its only fair."
"I'll get right on it Ms. Bonnet," He pulls out his phone and hits a button. "Carson, I need a full background check on Noah Williams... Yes, "the" Noah Williams... Fax it to me." He hangs up. "Should be a day or so Ma'am,"
"Thank you Colby," Maybe I should offer him a day off. He works so hard to keep me happy, I think he deserves a raise also. I dont know where I'd be without this man. "You should take the night off Colby." The waitress has brought our food and another is filling our glasses with sparkling mineral water.
Colby looks stunned that I'd even suggest such a thing. Its not that I dont try to give him time to himself, he just never takes it. He'll say he's going out but he doesnt go anywhere but the gym... Its still in my house so he doesnt even leave the property unless he's out with me.
"To be honest Ms. Bonnet, I dont believe in taking breaks. If I left you home alone theres no telling what could happen."
"You went out of your way and trained me, personally, to use a firearm, I'm sure I'll be fine for a couple of hours." He frowns slightly.
"With all due respect, I cant think of anything I'd rather do than look after you." I give him a crooked smile.
"Are you sure I cant persuade you?" He smiles sincerely and nods.
"I'm sure, thank you for the offer though."
"Its always up for grabs, just remember that." I dig into my chicken rosettes. With my meeting and Noah Williams, I had completely ignored my hunger. My plate is clean in a matter of minutes. I call the waiter for my bill and my cell rings. Its Derek.
"Shouldnt you be working?" I snap into into the phone.
"I'm on my break," He mutters. "I was wondering if I could come over after work." I roll my eyes.
"I suppose so. But nothing too heavy. I'm sure youre sore from yesterday." I do need to blow off some steam.
"See you around six." I hang up before he can extend the conversation.
Colby takes me back to work before he heads to Beaumonts to return Mr. Williams package. I suggested he give it to Alison if she's working. I know she doesnt steal and I can trust her to return it safely. I dont have much to do. After I call my sewing team and get them busy on designs I can go home.
Colby meets me in the lobby, he looks satisfied. "Did he receive it?" I ask on our way to the car.
"Yes Ma'am, I gave it to him myself."
"What was his reaction?" I ask as he holds the door open for me. I slide in, he closes it and runs around to the drivers side, hopping in.
"He was amused," He mutters.
"Amused?" I gasp. "What is amusing about being shot down three times in twenty-four hours? If he finds his own rejection humorous he's a twisted man." Colby puts on his thinking face, lips pursed, brows furrowed.
"He acts a lot like you Ma'am."
"How so?" I highly doubt that me and Noah Williams have anything in common. I bet he enjoys vanilla sex with weak little blonds. I worked hard to get where I am, he was born into riches. Colby shrugs.
"He demands order and control just like you. You should have seen his employees, the girls wanted to swoon over his looks but the look in his eye had them cowering and nearly running away." Oh I think I know the exact look he's talking about.
"I'm not like that, am I?" I ask. He steals a quick glance at me.
"Honestly?"
I roll my eyes. "I believe honesty is the key."
"You scare the hell out of people, Ms. Bonnet. I've seen the looks you give people. And I live with you so I know how you do things."
"Its good though Colby," I sigh.
"What is Ma'am?"
"Being... feared," He glances at me again, a smile playing on his lips.
"For you... yes." We ride the rest of the way in silence. Derek wont be by for another hour so I have some time to get ready. I dont allow my submissives to see me in my work clothes. The only way they'll see me in a material made from something other than leather or lace is if it's by accident.
Back at home I strip out of my suit and enter the back of closet. I keep all of my play wear hidden back here. I scan the racks, trying to find something that fits my mood. I opt for a pair of black leather,chap, leggings and a lacy black bra that pushes my breasts up. After throwing on my black, 5 inch pumps I go into my bathroom. I pull my hair into a messy pigtails and reapply my makeup. I grab the cowgirl hat that came with the chaps and put it on my head, smiling as I look at myself in the mirror.
I tie my robe around my body before leaving my room. I'd hate for Colby to see more than he bargained for. As I enter the living area, the elevator dings. A second later, Colby leads Derek in and retreats to his room to give us privacy. "I want you to go in the fortress, strip, and kneel on the floor."
"Yes, Mistress," He mutters before nearly running to the back room. I take my time following behind him. When I enter the room he is doing exactly as I said. He is naked and kneeling on the floor. His chin touches his chest as he keeps his head low.
I walk over to my shelf of crops and retrieve one made from fine black leather. "Have you done anything you need to be punished for?" I smack the crop against my palm.
"Yes Mistress," He mutters.
"Tell me what you did and why you need to be punished." I sit down on the red leather sofa and cross my legs while I wait. I continue to smack my hand with the crop, the only sound in the room is skin and leather colliding. "Well pet," I get impatient.
"Yesterday when I left, I stole your panties." He mutters.
"Why?" I ask barely masking my anger. You steal my fucking panties? It doesnt really matter what he took, its the fact that he stole from me after I've given him so much.
"I wanted to remind myself that I belong to you." He whispers. He isnt allowed to look up until I say so. I stand up and raise my crop, bringing it down forcefully on his naked back. Smack! Smack! Smack! His skin starts to redden instantly.
"This is strike two. One more slip up and your ass is gone. Do you understand me?"
"Yes Mistress," He mumbles. I can hear his regret but he still has to be punished. If I let him get away with it one time he'll make a habit of it. I walk over to a drawer in slip on a pair of leather gloves.
"On the table, hands by your ankles." He climbs onto the table and positions himself.
I grab a thin black cane from the shelf of assorted canes. I have a variety of sizes and colors. I also grab two pairs of leather cuffs. I proceed to cuff his hands to his ankles. "Lean forward and find a comfortable position." He leans forward and puts his cheek on the table. His ass raises high in the air.
If there's one nice thing about Derek, its his ass. Its an ass to be proud of. Plump, tight, and free of tanlines. I stand behind him while I watch his breathing increase. "How many do you deserve?" I ask him as I smack my hand with the cane. He's shivering. Caning isnt a hard limit but he's not a big fan of it.
"Ten Mistress," He breaths heavily against the padded table.
"Why ten?" I ask. Usually when I ask this question he says a low number.
"Because I knew it was wrong and that you would be upset but I did it anyway."
"Do you regret it Derek?"
"No," Smack! I flick my wrist and the cane makes contact with the oh so sensitive skin of his ass. Derek groans and flinches.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," Smack! I hit him again.
"Argh!" He slides forward on the table, long lash marks begin to raise on his skin.
"Count," I hit him again.
"Three," He grunts. Smack! "Four!... Five!... Six!" On the seventh swing, his words come out barely a whisper. He's had enough. Even through his punishment he still managed to get a steel hard on. I place the cane on the table and get out a tube on salve for his skin.
He grunts as I gently rub it in his well whipped ass. "Thank you Mistress," He mutters as I uncuff him. I rub his ankles and wrists. He stretches his body out on the table wincing when his ass bumps it.
"Since you cant seem to behave yourself, you wont be allowed release today." I snap his leashed collar around his neck and lead him off of the table. "Crawl," He gets on his hands and knees on the crawls beside me to the couch. I sit down and he kneels in front of me.
"Today is my pleasure only," I open my legs and watch his eyes drop to my core. This is the good thing about chaps... easy access. I wind the cold, metal, chain around my wrist pulling him to my sex. "Eat," I breath.
His tongue crashes into me, tongue lapping, mouth sucking. I moan and push my hips out, pulling him closer at the same time. He groans and thrusts his tongue into me, tasting my desire. He nibbles my clit, grazing his teeth across my sensitive bud. I throw my head back and dig my nails into the flesh of his neck.
He wraps his arms around my legs and pulls them open. He slides me down on the couch, my back against the seat. He rolls me up so my sex is in the air. Our eyes connect as he devours me. Crystal blue and what is that? Love? Oh no. I close my eyes to avoid his emotion. His lips wrap around my bud and he tugs gently. My body convulses against his as I explode into a screaming orgasm. My hand is still tightly holding the chain and his face in place. He laps up every drop of me.
I release his chain and he licks his lips like a savage man. "I could eat you all day Mistress," His face is wet from me.
"Only if I told you to," I mutter. I stand and put away the crop, cuffs and cane.
"I was wondering if I could take you to dinner tonight." Derek says from behind me.
"You know I dont do dates Derek." I remind him.
"I know, and its not a date. I just want to show you how much I appreciate you." I shake my head and face him.
"Thats not necessary."
"Please Gabrielle, in the two years we've been doing this you've not let me spend one dime on you." He runs his fingers through his cropped hair.
"Derek I have money. I dont want or need yours." He sighs and is eyes sadden.
"Please," He mutters again. I huff with frustration.
"Fine," I growl. "But Colby drives and you cant stay the night so dont ask." His eyes light up he smiles a face splitting grin.
"Yes Ma'am," He is clearly excited. I just want to get this thing over with.
"I'm going to shower and change. I'll meet you in the living room in thirty minutes." I leave him standing in the fortress as I make way through the house. I find Colby in his office.
"Colby, I need you to drive Derek and I tonight." His eyes widen.
"Ms. Bonnet? On a date?" I roll my eyes at him.
"Its the only way I could get him to stop begging. Ugh, he's so clingy." Colby tries to fight his smile.
"Just let me know when youre ready." I leave and head upstairs. I strip out of my clothes and toss them in the laundry. After my shower, I curl my hair and put on my make up. Now what am I going to wear? I scavenge through the hundreds of thousand dollars worth of clothing. I settle for my black, Michael Kors tulip skirt, crepe sheath dress. It hugs my curves perfectly. I put on a pair of black, twist front, Louboutin's.
Derek is sitting nervously on the couch across from Colby. Colby is watching him impassively. He knows it doesnt take much to make Derek jittery. They both stand when I enter. "You look beautiful Gabrielle," Derek says drinking me in. I roll my eyes.
"Lets go," I mumble.
In the car, Derek sits unusually close to me and he wont shut up about golfing with the mayor this weekend. We sit in the back of my Audi SUV. Colby turns the radio up, drowning out Derek's voice. I smile graciously at him through the rearview.
He takes me to Riverview, an outdoor restaurant that overlooks Genesee. The sun is setting behind the trees and the sky is a beautiful sea of colors. The purples mixing with the reds, the reds with the orange, and the blue with green, its stunning. "Thank you for coming tonight," Derek mutters as we take our seats.
"Youre welcome Derek," An older gentleman comes to our table.
"Good afternoon Sir, Madam, could I offer you a a glass of wine, champaigne or water?"
"Wine, please, white," I mutter.
"The same please," Derek says. The man nods and stalks off to retreive our bottle. "So how was work today?"
"Sucessful as usual," I sigh. "I finalized the paperwork for my spread in Spice Magazine."
"Congratulations!" He says. The waiter returns with our beverages. The wine is good, very crips. "How about we make a toast." I move my glass from my lips.
"What is the ocassion?" I ask raising an eyebrow.
"Well first, for your spread, and second for letting me bring you here." I want to roll my eyes but I dont. I go ahead and toast so he doesnt have to push me. We order our dinner, I'm having braised pork with roasted potatoes and carrots.
Derek watches me as I eat. I ignore him as I try to enjoy my meal. Again, I finish another meal in record time. Derek smiles and looks down at his roasted chicken and onions and back at me. His face becomes serious.
"Gabrielle I need to tell you something," He mutters after a moment.
"What is it Derek?" I put my wine glass on the table after draining it. My hands are in front of me on the table. He reaches across to grab one and I move them to my lap. Our eyes are locked, green to blue but my eyes dont reveal nearly as many emotions as his does.
"Gabrielle I- I've fallen in love with you." He says.
"Youre kidding right?" He shakes his head.
"I love you Gabrielle Bonnet." Ok he has to stop saying that. I dont want or need his love. He keeps going. "I've loved you since the first time you took me over your knee." I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head, trying to erase everything I've just heard. He keeps talking but I cant listen.
"Derek, shut up. You dont know what youre saying." He grows quiet... momentarily.
"I do know what I'm saying," He whispers, his heart clearly broken. "I was hoping maybe you felt the same." I squeeze my eyes tighter.
"Please stop talking." My voice is barely a whisper. I cant listen to this. He cant love me and I cant love him. I dont believe in relationships and marriage. I dont believe in love. It gets you killed.
"So you dont feel anything for me?"
"No," I open my eyes and look at him. "I dont love you Derek. I wont lie and say I do." His face falls.
"I think I should go," He stands up and leaves without another word. I dont chase him, why would I? I've never done anything to make him think I have feelings for him. Our relationship was supposed to be strictly pleasure. I thought I made that clear. If I werent in a public place, I would scream.
I hold my face in my hands. Damn it Derek, why do you have to be so soft hearted and in your emotions? God if he hadnt opened his fucking mouth everything would be fine.
"Ms. Bonnet?" I look up to see Colby's concerned face.
"I'm fine Colby," I mutter as I stand up. I just realized Derek skipped on the bill. I dont care, I didnt want to come anyway. I drop some cash on the table and Colby and I make our way to the car. I'm thankful for the alcohol buzzing in my system. Otherwise, I'd be a tiny, ticking, bomb waiting to explode.