SIR (by Aria Steele) novel Chapter 13

The office day is stilted, to say the least.

David doesn’t speak to me again, and I don’t speak to him again. I just do my work, clock off at 5.30pm, and march out of the building.

I speak to Marcus on the way home about spending the night at my ‘friend’s house’, i.e. my night job. Sel is going to come over, pick me up from my apartment, and then Marcus will walk us both downstairs.

It takes the whole walk back to convince him to let me go. Once Sel turns up at mine, he suddenly realises that he’s absolutely okay with it, but he simply needs her number as well as mine to keep tabs on me.

I’m suspicious, particularly as I notice his eyes lingering on her a little bit too long.

Either way, I put my evening outfit in a bag, throw my coat on, and rush off with Sel. I feel a wave of peace rush over me as I step into The Red Room, Nico running up to hug me, and I take a couple minutes just to take everything in.

I have an hour until David is due to come in. Apparently, he left a few stern words with Sel when she called him to rearrange yesterday, and after the days I’ve spent with him, I’m both nervous and eager to see how he’ll behave.

My instructions are to wait in the room before he arrives. I sit on the armchair, one leg crossed over the other, in his favourite purple corset, my hair tied up, mask glued on, and wait.

Ten minutes after my scheduled time, he finally walks in.

Immediately straightening up, I watch him shut the door with a loud slam. There is anger all over his face.

He instantly grabs my ponytail and hauls me to my feet.

“I won’t be easy on you tonight, Doll.” He growls.

“Have you ever been easy on me?” I counter, with a wicked twinkle in my eye.

He just pulls me over to the table which he requested on my fourth session, and pushes me face down onto it. I lick my bottom lip in anticipation.

This is what I need. Him to be mad. Me to fight back. To release my anger towards him.

He kicks my legs further apart, orders me to stay, and then I hear him walk around me to get his supplies. When I feel him stand back behind me, he grabs my wrists, pulling them to the small of my back, and then there’s the familiar sensation of rope being tied around them.

“Two things. One, stay completely silent unless I ask you something.” He says menacingly into my ear as he ties. “Second, when you answer, I want you to call me ‘Sir’.”

My eyes widen. My abdomen flares with heat. My breath becomes shaky. I shift my head, trying to look up at him, but his hand goes back to my hair to keep me in place.

“Do you understand?!” He demands.

I swallow. Then I awkwardly nod my head as best as I can against the desk.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.” I say breathlessly.

Why does he suddenly want to be called sir?

I have suspicions. Starting with the obvious fact that I said it at the office earlier today.

SWAT

The harsh fiery sting of the nine tails across my ass informs me that my punishment has began.

The evening flies by in a blur of emotional rollercoaster-ing.

He puts a gag on my mouth, only pulling it off briefly at every question he asks. He alternates between soft and hard touches, whips and vibrations, teasing my senses, and pushing my limits.

He was right, he isn’t going easy on me.

An hour in, he’s only let me come once, although he hasn’t done the one thing that I really want. He hasn’t touched me yet, not with his fingers, and not with his lips. I desperately want to feel him on me just like the first session.

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