CHAPTER ONE
“ I
need to make an appointment with Lucian Reddick for this Saturday.”
It's impossible to keep the disdain from my voice. Hopefully, the guy
who mans the telephone will just think that I'm having a bad day. I
am having a bad day. A bad day. A bad week. A bad month. A bad
everything. Ever since I met Lucian Reddick.
“ Sir
Lucian,” the man parrots absentmindedly as if he's busy doing
something. I can hear him clicking on a keyboard. A few minutes
later, he speaks again. “Sir Lucian appears to be completely
booked up this Saturday.”
My heart sinks to
the pit of my stomach. Completely booked up. That means he is fucking
other women. He's been fucking other women this entire time.
“ How
about Sunday?” I sigh, my stress building with every second
spent on the phone as I think about how I've been played.
“ You
got lucky.” The man's voice perks. “He has one opening
left.”
“ Pencil
me in. I don't care what time.”
“ Name?”
“ Mary
Smith,” I read the name from a post-it note in front of me.
It's a generic name, one that would bring up a billion results on a
Google or Facebook search, not that I think anyone will actually take
the time to research it.
“ Mary
Smith,” he repeats the name back to me slowly, and I can hear
him typing on the other end of the line. “Have you been a
client of Sir Lucian's before?”
“ No.
This will be my first time at Flesh,” I lie. “But Sir
Lucian came highly recommended by a friend.”
“ He's
a good Dom. You'll have a good experience with him,” the guy
assures me.
“ I'm
sure I will,” I grumble, thinking about the first time I ever
met Lucian. He was supposed to be my rent-a-Dom for a night. A taste
into the lifestyle. One taste turned him into a quick addiction, but
I was able to fight my need for the experience again.
It feels like I was
smarter back then, realizing that he was bad for me. I can distinctly
remember throwing the Flesh business card in the trash, knowing that
I'd had my fun, but that it was time to get back to reality. He
wasn't what I needed then, and he's not what I need now.
Seeing him again
though—discovering that he was my new potential client—my
body awakened to the possibilities of...I don't know what. It was
easy to give in to him when he plied me with slick words and his
domination tactics. I felt like it would be okay to give in to him.
How wrong I was.
I'm not built for
having fuck buddies. The strings between my heart and pussy are not
detached. If a guy sticks his dick in there, I'm going to acquire
some sort of feelings for him. I knew that before I slept with
Lucian. I had just hoped that, by some miracle, he'd be an exception
to the rule. He wasn't, and now here I am, practically stalking a man
who obviously never had any kind intentions towards my feelings.
It seems almost
insane that I'd go to such lengths to see him again. To give him a
piece of my mind. I can't let this go though. I need to tell him
everything I'm thinking and feeling so that my soul can start healing
from ever knowing him.
***
My Saturday is spent
sitting tensely on the sofa watching my phone more than the
television. There's the tiniest glimmer of hope that either Lucian or
Derrick will text me. I don't even care which one, at this point. Of
course, I'd love it if they both contacted me, but I'm not going to
get greedy about it.
Janice is at Flesh
again. She's addicted to her Sir, and I can't help but think it's
unhealthy. A bitter part of me wants to see Flesh get shut down. It's
a place of perversion and prostitution. At least, that's what it
seems like to me now.
Nothing illegal goes
on there though. You can request sex with a Dom, but they don't have
to honor it. I know that because I've read everything on their
website about a thousand times since I made my Sunday appointment
with Lucian. The line about sexual content between client and
Dominant was in fine print at the bottom of their list of services.
“ I
need to make an appointment with Lucian Reddick for this Saturday.”
It's impossible to keep the disdain from my voice. Hopefully, the guy
who mans the telephone will just think that I'm having a bad day. I
am having a bad day. A bad day. A bad week. A bad month. A bad
everything. Ever since I met Lucian Reddick.
“ Sir
Lucian,” the man parrots absentmindedly as if he's busy doing
something. I can hear him clicking on a keyboard. A few minutes
later, he speaks again. “Sir Lucian appears to be completely
booked up this Saturday.”
My heart sinks to
the pit of my stomach. Completely booked up. That means he is fucking
other women. He's been fucking other women this entire time.
“ How
about Sunday?” I sigh, my stress building with every second
spent on the phone as I think about how I've been played.
“ You
got lucky.” The man's voice perks. “He has one opening
left.”
“ Pencil
me in. I don't care what time.”
“ Name?”
“ Mary
Smith,” I read the name from a post-it note in front of me.
It's a generic name, one that would bring up a billion results on a
Google or Facebook search, not that I think anyone will actually take
the time to research it.
“ Mary
Smith,” he repeats the name back to me slowly, and I can hear
him typing on the other end of the line. “Have you been a
client of Sir Lucian's before?”
“ No.
This will be my first time at Flesh,” I lie. “But Sir
Lucian came highly recommended by a friend.”
“ He's
a good Dom. You'll have a good experience with him,” the guy
assures me.
“ I'm
sure I will,” I grumble, thinking about the first time I ever
met Lucian. He was supposed to be my rent-a-Dom for a night. A taste
into the lifestyle. One taste turned him into a quick addiction, but
I was able to fight my need for the experience again.
It feels like I was
smarter back then, realizing that he was bad for me. I can distinctly
remember throwing the Flesh business card in the trash, knowing that
I'd had my fun, but that it was time to get back to reality. He
wasn't what I needed then, and he's not what I need now.
Seeing him again
though—discovering that he was my new potential client—my
body awakened to the possibilities of...I don't know what. It was
easy to give in to him when he plied me with slick words and his
domination tactics. I felt like it would be okay to give in to him.
How wrong I was.
I'm not built for
having fuck buddies. The strings between my heart and pussy are not
detached. If a guy sticks his dick in there, I'm going to acquire
some sort of feelings for him. I knew that before I slept with
Lucian. I had just hoped that, by some miracle, he'd be an exception
to the rule. He wasn't, and now here I am, practically stalking a man
who obviously never had any kind intentions towards my feelings.
It seems almost
insane that I'd go to such lengths to see him again. To give him a
piece of my mind. I can't let this go though. I need to tell him
everything I'm thinking and feeling so that my soul can start healing
from ever knowing him.
***
My Saturday is spent
sitting tensely on the sofa watching my phone more than the
television. There's the tiniest glimmer of hope that either Lucian or
Derrick will text me. I don't even care which one, at this point. Of
course, I'd love it if they both contacted me, but I'm not going to
get greedy about it.
Janice is at Flesh
again. She's addicted to her Sir, and I can't help but think it's
unhealthy. A bitter part of me wants to see Flesh get shut down. It's
a place of perversion and prostitution. At least, that's what it
seems like to me now.
Nothing illegal goes
on there though. You can request sex with a Dom, but they don't have
to honor it. I know that because I've read everything on their
website about a thousand times since I made my Sunday appointment
with Lucian. The line about sexual content between client and
Dominant was in fine print at the bottom of their list of services.
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