Delicate Surrender (Club Temptation)

Flicking through the channels, I find nothing of interest, so I leave it on MTV and grab my Kindle, which is always within reach.

I open the book I’d been reading and get lost in the words as I sip my coffee, but nothing can take away the memory of last night. Or how Gideon took me, and how much I craved more. I know he enjoys the BDSM lifestyle, and I ponder just how I can make him see that I want it too.

I want to see what he can do—cuffs, floggers, even wax—and an idea is sparked when I continue scanning the words of my book. The story itself focuses on a BDSM club in Chicago, and the Dominant in question enjoys binding his beautiful submissive, spanking her, and taunting her until she’s begging for more.

I want that with Gideon. And I know exactly how I’m going to make it happen.

It doesn’t take long for me to make my way to the offices. I should’ve let Gideon know that I’m not home, but I wanted to surprise him. He’s not expecting me right now, but I know he doesn’t have a meeting until eleven. That gives us forty minutes alone before he has to focus on work.

The taxi made it here in record time, and when I enter the building, I’m greeted with smiles from the staff. After coming here for the past few days, I’ve become a recognizable face, which is nice. It makes me feel welcome, as if I’m home.

When I started singing, I always felt as if I was an outcast amongst my friends. Most of them were out having fun, going to the cinema, having sleepovers, while I was forced to classes where I would learn how to train my voice.

I know it was important for me to do, but deep down, I sometimes feel as if I didn’t get a chance to be a child. I didn’t get a chance to do the things my friends did. Perhaps that’s why at times, I feel the need to let go.

I enjoy allowing someone else to take care of me for a change, instead of me having to be the adult. My psychiatrist told my stepmother that I needed it, but both her and dad didn’t care. They didn’t concern themselves with me as long as I was doing well with my vocal coach and winning competitions across the country.

The elevator spits me out on the eighth floor, and I find Allyson sitting at her desk. She glances up when she sees me and offers me a smile.

“Hi, I didn’t realize you were in today. Gideon is at a meeting with the bosses, so he’s not available.” She rises, rounding her desk to settle on the edge while she speaks to me.

“That’s okay, I’ll wait. If that’s okay?”

Allyson nods. “Sure, I don’t see why it would be a problem. If you’d like, you can sit in Gideon’s office. His sofa is much more comfortable than the chairs I have out here.” She turns and leads me down the hall.

Taking her in, I notice her chestnut curls are pinned haphazardly, and normally, I would consider it messy, but it’s done stylishly, with a black butterfly clip that’s holding most of it together.

Her ensemble is professional—a black pencil skirt with a bright red blouse—and she reminds me of Chelsea when she’s going out to meetings. Stylish, formal, yet sexy as well. I’ve never been like that, with my ripped jeans that used to drive Greta insane, and the high Doc Martens I used to wear all day every day.

“Here you go,” Allyson gestures toward the couch.

“Thank you, I appreciate it.”

“Anytime. He shouldn’t be too much longer, so make yourself comfortable.” Once she leaves me, I can’t tamper down the excitement that’s coursing through my veins.

Moving to his desk, I pull out his chair and shrug off my jacket. It doesn’t take long for me to settle in the soft cushions and lean back until I know the moment he opens the office door, all he’ll see is me in a soft pink lace negligee.

The way it holds my breasts and hugs my slight curves makes me feel sexy. Loosening the clip in my hair, I allow the waves to fall down my back. Taking strands on either side and letting them fall over my shoulders, I relax and take a few deep long breaths to calm my nerves.

I haven’t done anything like this before, and I’m more than nervous. I want it to be perfect. I want to turn him on, make him see that I’m all woman. With some gloss on my lips, I pout them a few times to get the perfect pose and settle back.

I’m not sure how much time passes of me scrolling through my phone, but when I hear voices on the other side of the door, my heart kicks in my chest. I hear Gideon saying goodbye to someone, but I’m not familiar with the other man’s voice.