I made His fucking dinner and He stood me up again…
Pissed off and feeling vengeful, I knew violating the terms of our arrangement would anger my billionaire Dom, Dorian Lincoln. As a brat, I loved testing Him because I longed for His punishments. Wearing His marks and feeling His pain defined me. But after I went to the movies with a male friend, I didn’t know Dorian would punish me in the most humiliating manner.
He had taken me to his Victorian style manor that he occasionally shared with Bianca when she wasn’t out of the country doing mission work. I never asked Dorian if she knew about me, he rarely mentioned his wife. He claimed their marriage was nothing more than a front for the media and she was basically an accomplice to his dog and pony shows. Bianca could bear him no children, but I could bear him as many as he wanted. I adored kids and Dorian said when the time was right, we would have as many as our hearts desired.
The bedroom was decorated with heavy drapes and gorgeous furniture. I stood in front of the four poster bed, slipping into a dream of the day we would sleep together skin to skin. It was the last thing I thought about when I laid my head on the pillow at the end of each day. It was the first thought that popped into my head when I opened my eyes in the morning.
In the reflection of an antique mirror I saw Dorian open a silver box. I turned to face him, the pink dildo in his hand earning a sullen pout from my bottom lip. He ordered me to undress except for the shoes. He always wanted me to wear the shoes. He said they made my legs look longer. (more…)