Page 25 of House of Payne
“I’d better get going.” She looks surprised as I take out my wallet and throw some money on the counter. A tip for her service. She’s done more for me than she knows.
“Wait!” she calls out as I walk away. “Don’t you want to ordersomething? I’m sure you didn’t come in just to help me after a fall.” Her eyes scream that she’s not quite ready for me to leave.
I turn around and leave without another word, shaking the thoughts of her that don’t want to go away.
***
Meet me in my playroom.
Katia will know what I mean and what I want. I feel my phone vibrate seconds after I put it back in my pocket. I don’t need to read her response to know she’ll be there, on her knees, waiting for my commands and pleasing me in every way imaginable.
She’s the distraction I need right now.
The entire car ride home, the blonde lingered on my mind. I’ve seen plenty of attractive women, and had my fair share of them, but none grabbed my attention quite like her.
Her hold on me is irritating, especially considering her precarious position in the diner.
She doesn’t have any idea she’s going to be out of a job soon.
I shake my head, pushing away all thoughts of the impending acquisition and focusing instead on thoughts of London.
On her hands and knees with her perfectly round, plump lips wrapped around me.
London with her back turned to me, and her ass on display.
I replay a scenario over and over. I picture the look of rage on her face once she finds out who I am. I feel her fire as she’s overwhelmed by fury and pounding her fists against my chest before I take her, embracing her and telling her to ride me until she feels better.
I picture her on the table in the diner, looking at me with innocent eyes. I’m sure she’s had sex, but she’s never experienced what I can offer her.
I still see those beautiful eyes, light and warm, and the way her hair falls gently over them.
What is happening to me? I’m not usually this distracted by women. I’m not sure what it is, but something is getting under my skin.
I need Katia, a woman who knows how to please a man like me.
I keep my head down and ignore everyone else as I walk to my playroom. The tight set of my shoulders, and the purse of my lips is enough to keep everyone well enough away.
I don’t feel better until I unlock the door that only one other person has the key to and let myself into my playroom. I turn on the lights, but they barely make a difference. It’s dark in here, just as I designed it to be.
Black walls paired and a black tile floor give the room the ambiance I’m looking for and make for an easier cleanup after the kinds of messes I love to orchestrate. Toys are hung on the walls, a wide range of whips, gags, paddles, crops, lingerie, and more. An elaborate swing sits in one corner waiting to be used, my latest addition to the fun. The main attraction is in the middle of the room.
A huge four-poster bed with an ornate black bed frame with black and red coverings over it. I sit on the black velvet bench by the bed and burrow my hands in my sandy brown hair. I know my gray eyes will reveal too much if I allow the thoughts of London to persist, so I have to stop them before Katia arrives.
Jealousy can look sexy on women, but Katia is a little too wild for that to be fun.
Lately, I’ve even wondered if she’s a bit more than I can handle. I’ll never want anything with her that’s more than our physical relationship, but lately, I’ve caught her staring at me with a twinkle in her eyes.
How much longer can I pretend she’s not in love with me?
Katia will do as I say, but I doubt she’d be happy knowing that I’m thinking of another woman while I’m with her. Still, I can’t get London out of my mind. My inner demons circle in my head, dancing in a ceaselesschant that echoes her name.
Would she have done as I demanded, or would she have fought me tooth and nail until I forced her to submit? What would she feel like? Warm, wet and tight just like I imagine? What would her body look like once her clothes were off? Soft and plump? I’m sure no man has fully explored her.
I can’t allow myself to linger on the idea. Yet I haven’t felt this kind of need for a woman in ages. I’ve gotten so used to having whatever I want that not being able to possess her is driving me crazy.
I need to correct myself quickly. This reminds me too much of the last time I felt this twisted desire. That time when I took over a church building.
My eyes close as I lean back against the bed.
