SIR (by Aria Steele) novel Chapter 8

I direct him to finding Selena once we both leave the room, him following me closely behind. Selena will arrange his payments, his schedule, and the NDAs (yes we have those here). Once that is sorted, I will be given the times that he will come to the club, and I’ll officially start being a sub for Mr. Reid.

The thought brings me mixed emotions. I feel angry that I’ve fallen so easily into the role after all these years.

I feel aroused every time I remember how easily I can submit to him.

I watch him discuss the finer details with Sel, but I can’t ignore the fact that he keeps looking over at me, with an incredibly pleased look on his face, as I’m sitting at the bar sipping a drink.

“He must be very good.” Nico says from behind me, making me flinch in surprise. I swivel round to face him. Then I sigh.

“He is.” I admit. “It’s going to be a shit show for my personal life, but god... even Evan didn’t make me feel like that in the first session.”

“Bold statement.” Nico whistles.

“Exactly. Plus, he’s already talked about paying extra, and I’m sure Sel is currently squeezing him for all he’s worth, so big boost for everyone.”

Nico laughs at my comment, and I continue my friendly discussion for a few more minutes before a hand appears on the bar next to me. A strong hand, with a fancy watch, and a gorgeous suit jacket covering his arms.

I look up slowly, already knowing it is him.

“Are you all sorted, Mr. Reid?” I ask with a playfulness in my words that he doesn’t miss for one second.

“I’ll be seeing you on Thursday evening, Doll.” He replies, holding his hand out for me to take, which I do.

I assume that Doll is what he’s decided to call me. He kisses my knuckles again, holding my eye contact the whole time. Then he leans to my ear.

“I want you to wear that corset.” He whispers, before moving back. I nod once. Then he drops my hand, and walks away, with me glancing over my shoulder to watch him.

“You’re fucked.” Nico says from beside me.

“Fuck off.” I laugh.

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I find myself trying to make the next two days go as quickly as possible at the office. The confidence I find myself feeling towards the end of my first session with David is translating to my day job. Getting the banter back into my conversations with him, finding that being around him isn’t as nerve wracking as it is when he first walks into the club.

My session tests the dynamics. I show him that while I submit, I’m not submissive. And it gives me the courage to act more confident with him at work too. I make more quips in conversation, being more honest about my opinions, and he seems to be enjoying it as well. He smiles at me more, thanks me more, makes more jokes.

While he wasn’t exactly an asshole before, I can tell that he’s always stressed about something. I wonder if meeting me at the club has unlocked some kind of relaxation within him, because that’s how he seems now; relaxed. As though he finally has a way to release his frustrations.

I want him to release those frustrations on me.

So, Thursday evening, I almost skip to The Red Room. I’ve agreed with Selena to exchange some of the toys in Room 5, one of the exchanges including the flogger for the Nine Tails. My skin is prickling at the thought.

Violet helps me get ready in the staff area this time, whispering little questions to me as she tightens the corset around my waist. Questions about Mr. Reid. I just tell her there’s nothing to tell yet, that it’s only in the early phases, even though that feels like a lie. I know David personally. My first session whizzes through. Usually I wouldn’t let them touch me that fast. Usually, I wouldn’t let them blindfold me so early.

With him though, it’s just so easy.

I saunter over to the bar, where he’s waiting for me. I run my hand over the top of his arm, across his shoulder, pulling his attention to me. I smile as a greeting.

“Glad to see you obeyed me, Doll.” He says as he looks down at my corset.

He pulls a money clip out of his pocket, pulling a couple of notes out to drop on the bar, and as he stands from the barstool, I run my hand down to his, grasping it loosely.

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