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Propelling myself from the car, I tugged on my jacket as I walked up the steps of the Victorian building and pressed her buzzer. As I waited, I shuffled on my feet in an attempt to shake off the frustration of her silence. I wasn't a man who liked to be ignored, especially by the woman I wanted to own.
“Hello?” her sweet voice greeted.
“It's me,” I snapped, not able to keep the beast from my tone.
A small gasp was followed by the buzzing of the door. I pushed my way inside and went straight up the stairs, following the numbers of the apartments until I reached hers. I didn't need to knock, she stood waiting, her arms crossed her chest.
“Joe,” she said, “I didn't expect you to come here. I thought you had a big job today.”
My skin burned as she stepped aside and let me into her home. I hadn’t visited her before and she had never been to my place. Was that even normal?
“Why have you been ignoring me?” I said, restraining my temper as I wandered into the small living area.
A two-seater sofa sat against the wall, opposite a TV stand with an armchair at an angle next to it. Throws were delicately placed over the two chairs and a colourful rug hung on the wall. The cosy area was pretty and well presented, designed to make someone feel at ease as soon as they walked into the room. I could see Lola's influence from a mile away. Her style and grace radiated across all of her designs.
She walked in behind me, still holding her arms in their defensive position. “I needed some time to think, I was... I don’t know...” Tucking her dark hair behind her ear, she looked at the ground. “I did some research on you and saw that you started charities for vulnerable people. It freaked me out.”
“Me wanting to help others freaked you out?” I murmured, keeping my clenched hands at my sides. “Why?”
Lifting her head, she tilted it to the side and raised her eyebrows. “Erm, you have a kink for protecting vulnerable women. You literally tie them up, whip them, touch them and have sex with them... Where did that kink come from? Did you find some of these people on the streets or unwell...?”
Shame washed over me and I swallowed down the rising tide of emotions, including anger. I should've explained everything to her before she’d had the chance to hear about it from other sources. Her secret trip into the sex club had scared her, which was understandable. If I'd been the one to show her and explain, she might know that I wasn't a sex fiend.
“I'm not going to pretend that my kink is normal,” I said, straightening my spine, “but I can guarantee you that I've never taken advantage of anyone and it wasn't until my friend told me about the BDSM stuff that I decided to try it. After a few years, we created a club where we could learn and indulge. We started the charities alongside the exploration but not because we wanted sex with those people. It was a completely separate thing, I swear.” Clearing my throat, I glanced out of the window and tried not to scowl. It was impossible. “The society was born because we wanted to protect those who needed it. We saw them exploited on the streets so we vowed to never treat anyone like that.”
“So...” She put her hands on her hips and stared me down. “...you went to sex clubs at night and messed around with different women. And during the day, you were being all do-gooder and helping others.”
My neck tightened and I stepped towards the window, looking out at the small courtyard garden. “I don't expect you to understand. You have your trauma, which has made you act a certain way. And I have mine, which has split me into two. I have a light side; I have a dark side. I doubt either will ever merge into one.”
Her sigh was elongated as her footsteps sounded behind me. “I know your father beat your mother,” she said, her hands coming onto my shoulders. “Maybe you house them both inside you. And when you do the sex stuff, you're powerful enough to control the outcome. When you do the good stuff, you're being the boy who wanted to help your mother.”
I looked at her sideways as she came to stand beside me. “There is more to the sex stuff,” I replied, running a hand down her cheek, “it opens you up... and in turn, that opens me up. I was broken, I’m still fucking broken... but I never knew who I was until I allowed myself to connect to the deep part of me who craved to be in control. Who needed someone to wholly surrender to me.”
Her eyes brimmed with tears which hovered right on the edge of the lids, making the brown of her iris glisten in the sunlight. She was beautiful. Her skin was soft and pink, her slightly round face innocent and unassuming. And yet, she couldn't see it. She just saw a plain girl who had suffered her whole life. I wanted to show her that beauty really did come from within... and I was ready to reach in and release it.
“I never knew I needed someone to want me as much as you want me,” she replied, making my heart thump and my cock stiffen. “You're right, I don't understand you and what makes you tick, but I don't fucking understand myself either.”
Drawing her into my arms, I held her tight, closing my eyes when she melted against me. “This is just the very beginning,” I murmured, burying my head into her neck so my lips rested beside her ear. “I'm going to open you up and join with you so thoroughly, you won't recognise who you become. You just have to surrender to me. Forever.”
Chapter Twenty Two
Sometimes a girl had to take a chance in life, even if that chance was out of the ordinary or unconventional. There was a part of me that knew I was different to the mainstream woman. Elissa thrived in her day-to-day life. Being promiscuous was exciting enough for her and it met her own need for freedom. She scratched an itch that sat in the shallow part of her psyche and she'd admitted that she didn't want anything else for now.
I, on the other hand, needed more. Hence, why I'd kept my virginity until Mr Older Boss came along. Stereotypical in a lot of ways, until I'd gone further under the surface and discovered a whole new layer that had been hiding, waiting to be explored.
“Lola,” Joe greeted me at the entrance to an office block.
He'd told me that he wanted to show me everything about him and that his last secret was the huge office building towering above me. When he'd driven me across the city, I'd questioned him the whole way, only giving up when he'd refused to answer my fiftieth question.
“So, you just dropped me off at the main entrance.” I pointed at the obvious doors in front of us. “And then proceeded to park in the big boss car space.” I frowned as he led me through the revolving door without touching me.”I don’t understand, I thought you worked from home.”
When we were spewed into the plush lobby, he turned to look at me. His body was stiff, his suit pulled into perfection, sitting beautifully on his shoulders. “This is the office of Hunter Designs.”
Spluttering, I glanced around. “What?”
A small group of people milled by the reception desk while someone else drank from a coffee cup on one of the comfortable sofas that were dotted around the foyer. There were three elevators at the back of the room and a single one marked private to the left of the reception desk.
“Mr Hunter! Joe!” one of the men called, jogging over and offering his hand. “I'm so glad I caught you,” he said, giving me a smile and nod, “sorry, please excuse me, but I must thank my boss.”
