SIR (by Aria Steele) novel Chapter 5

I blink at him as I process his statement. He just stares back at me, a hungry look in his eyes, his tongue toying with his bottom lip.

“I…” I clear my throat. “I am afraid I'm not available.” I manage to say, although it comes out in a barely audible, breathy whisper. He raises an eyebrow.

“Why?”

“Because I'm not looking to be dominated.”

I see his teeth clench, the muscle twitching in his jaw.

“If you’d still like to consider this, I can find you someone who–”

“I’ll pay double.” He interrupts.

“Excuse me?”

He steps forward. I step back.

“I’ll pay extra. For you.”

“I'm not a submissive.” I repeat.

“Never?” He smirks, his hand coming up to my face, his fingers grazing my cheek, just below the lace of my mask. “Not even once?”

I open my mouth, then I close it. I don’t want to lie to him. I always tell him the truth at the office, and now I'm finding that I also can’t lie to him here, out of some kind of moral stance. He smiles, sliding his hand to my neck and tugging me closer, his lips almost touching mine.

“What will it take for you to consider submitting to me?” He asks in a whisper.

In this moment? Not a whole lot.

In general? I'm not sure. If the other clients get wind of me being dominated it could impact my reputation, and then my clients could leave.

I take hold of his wrist, and guide his hand away from my neck, trying to maintain a blasé expression on my face. Once he drops his hand, I clasp mine together in front of me.

“Like I said, fill out the forms, and note your preference. If we can’t accommodate it, you have the option to withdraw.” I say robotically.

“My preference isn’t a suggestion. I want you, or nothing.”

I want to melt into the floor at his words, but I force my jellified legs to start walking to the door instead. As I exit the walkway, opening the door back to the main room, he steps out, and I walk over to Kai.

“Please, can you give Mr. Reid the new member forms?” I ask the guard politely, still trying to shake off the fact that the adrenaline is bubbling through my body.

I can feel him standing behind me. I can feel his breath over my neck as Kai hands me the pack. I whip round, determined to not let Mr. Reid’s gorgeous face interrupt my professionalism, and hand him the pack.

“I hope we see you again, David.” I say politely. He smiles.

“That depends on you, doll.” He replies, before turning away from me and heading to the front door, the forms firmly clutched in his hand. He looks back at me just after pushing the door open, and he gives me a wink.

I breathe in as he leaves, the door shutting too loudly in my opinion. Like I'm too aware of it. I race to the bar, as quickly as my walking speed can carry me. Nico already has a martini ready for me, which I gulp down.

“You okay?” He asks, the worry evident. I never act like this here. Like I'm…affected.

I just give him a thumbs up and keep drinking. He grabs his walkie.

“Sel, she’s coming up.” He says, watching me slam the now empty glass down, and race towards the door that leads up to the office.

“WHAT A FUCKING NIGHTMARE!” I yell as I throw her door open and storm in. She's sitting behind her desk, her eyes wide, everything tidied away in preparation for my return. “That was ridiculous Sel, I am NEVER–”

“What did he say?”

“What bit exactly?! Cause it was all–”

“After you showed him Room 4.” She clarifies, turning to her computer screen and clicking her mouse erratically. “You know we have no sound on these, but this?!” She swivels the screen round to show me the camera footage of him stepping towards me, his hand coming to my cheek.

It makes my face tingle with the memory.

“What the hell did he say to make your face look like that?”

“He…” I inhale. “He wants me.”

“I'm sorry?”

“He wants me. To dominate. He wants me to be his sub.” I mutter. Her eyes widen.

Then she starts laughing.

“This isn’t funny!”

“Oh my god, Nora, this is…God that is something.” She keeps laughing, rubbing her eyes. “Reid, your boss, who you have a crush on, wants to dominate you, the resident dominatrix? Jesus…” She starts laughing.

“SEL!” I yell, and she coughs, trying to sit up straight in her chair and put on a professional face.

“Right, no you’re right. Hmm.” She puts her finger on her mouth as she thinks. “What did you say back?”

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