Page 14 of Keep My Secrets
“Were those curiosity or fear?”
“Both.”
“You’re being so honest, Baby. Thank you for trusting me.” I watch as her entire body relaxes. “Do you think you can trust me to introduce some of those toys? Help you experience the pleasure that can come from pain? To see my marks left on your body and feel the soreness days later?”
She bucks her hips against the vibrator. While she hasn't answered, her body is telling me what I need to know. We will need to have a more official negotiation conversation later, but she is interested.
I swallow a moan as precum coats my hand. I grip the head of my cock before pumping roughly several times. Tension coils in my abs.
“Eyes on me,” I instruct, and she immediately brings her eyes back to the screen.
I place the phone on the top of the dresser. I want to show her exactly what she is doing to me.
“Baby, just the idea of you trusting me to explore these desires has me about to cum.” My hand wraps tighter around my shaft. I continue to stroke myself, repeating how beautiful she iswhen she submits. Taking a staggered breath, I pump my wrist until the tension snaps, and I cum.
She watches, eyes wide, as I moan, “Aria,” spilling myself down the front of my pant leg.
I step closer to the phone. “Do you want to cum, too, Aria?”
“Please, Daddy.” She presses the vibrator harder against her clit.
“Then don't be late for proof of life.” I smile. “Turn it off, baby.” She does as she's told, but she isn't hiding any of her disappointment and anger.
“You have homework. I'm going to send you a worksheet. Fill it out before I get home.” She huffs and rolls her eyes. I only smile in return.
Good. Be mad. Maybe next time you will follow the rules.
Chapter
Seven
Aria
“Good afternoon, Ms. Mason. You look lovely today.”
“Thank you, Enzo. I have an interview.”
“I would say good luck, but you won’t need it.” He smiles at me. Over the last few days, I have really enjoyed getting to meet him. He has told me about his wife of forty-two years and their two grown children. He was so proud to tell me his youngest got into Pearson’s School of Design. We laughed over coffee when my online order accidentally doubled.
Mia hasn’t been back since our day of shopping, but she has made sure to text me every day. I’m starting to feel at home here. While on the outside that seems great, a fear is settling in my stomach that this all can be taken away in a minute. The fact that Theo isn’t home yet doesn’t make that fear any less. When he left, he said he would be gone for a night, two max. But now it seems like he will be gone for a week or more. Which is fine, work is work, and it’s how he’s able to afford the luxuries he is freely giving me, but not giving me any information about where he is or why his trip got extended is worrisome.
Is he with another woman? Is he extending his trip because he doesn't want to come home and kick me out? He would tell me if he didn't want me here, wouldn't he?
A black SUV pulls up, and the doorman opens the door for me. Between Theo and this level of service, I don't think I will ever touch another door handle. Sliding onto the seat, I ask the driver, who I learned is named Stan—unmarried, no kids, but does like walking through Central Park—to take me to the Castin Tower. They have their office located in one of the most well-known buildings they have built. It's very reminiscent of The Shard in London. I have always wondered if they intended to have it look like a particular superhero’s tower, but either way, it is still a gorgeous piece of architecture.
As we pull up in front of the building, I note how the sun’s light bounces off the glass and almost spotlights the buildings around it. Stan gets out and opens my door, assisting me onto the street.
“Thank you. I'll see you in a few.” I smile as he tips his head.
“Just send me a message when you're ready to be picked up I'll be nearby.” I smile before turning to enter the building. Another doorman is at the door, waiting for me, and ushers me inside.
“Ms. Mason, Mr. Castin has been expecting you. Please head up this elevator to the seventy-fifth floor.” I look at my watch, a brand new Rolex I bought with Theo’s money, to see if I am late. I arrived fifteen minutes early, like planned. I guess they really were expecting me. I head into the elevator as instructed and make my way to the correct floor.
The elevator beeps as it stops, the doors sliding open. I walk out into a beautifully decorated foyer. A petite woman behind the desk stands and smiles as I enter.
“Ms. Mason, it's nice to meet you.” I smile, walking towards her to shake her hand. “I am Steph Davidson, Mr. Castin’sassistant. He is finishing up with a call and will be out momentarily. Can I get you a bottle of water?” I gather that if I were to get hired, she would most likely be my boss, so I need to impress her just as much as I need to impress Mr. Castin.
“Sure, that would be great,” I nervously respond. I have never received this type of treatment before a job interview. She walks back behind her desk and pulls a cold water bottle from underneath. Just as she hands me the bottle, a man walks around the corner of her desk.
