The second we're in the room, Sarina pushes away from me.
"I'm sorry but I need a moment." She says obviously upset.
"Okay." I leave her alone, taking a seat on the lounge and sip my drink.
Fuck, it had to be Lucy to show up and today of all days! I'm fuming myself at the little tramps words, thinking that she was irresistible or something. The only reason I had ever slept with her was because of sheer boredom. She's not even that good in bed. She has a mouth on her and that's all she was ever any decent at using. My skin crawls at the thought of her touching me and I have to go wash my hands.
My phone goes off as I'm drying my hands and I pull it out and see it's Lance. I answer it on speaker, since my hands are still wet.
"Hey man."
"Hey, Brian. I just got a call from Simon. So Lucy is back in town?" He grumbles, I can hear the headache forming in his temples.
"Yeah, I was sitting at the bar waiting for Sarina to arrive. Simon told me Lucy showed up and then she was touching me on my back and trying to talk to me. I told her to take her hands off me but she kept on. Even after standing up and backing away, she kept trying to touch me. Sarina showed up and got in between us and the bitch still has the audacity to talk shit."
Lance sighs, "Lucy knows the rules, no touching if consent is not given. I'll handle it. What did she say to Sarina?"
I growl, "Her normal bullshit, 'when you get tired of her, let me know.' The woman has some serious issues if she thinks anyone in the club actually likes her after the shit she pulled a few years back."
Lance groans, "Don't remind me. I wonder why Jack even let her in? I'll let you go, I'm gonna give Jack a call. Enjoy your evening."
"K bye."
I walk out of the bathroom and find Sarina sitting on the lounge, her lips pursed in thought. I take a seat next to her, placing my hand on her leg.
"Lance is going to handle her, she's technically not supposed to even be here in the club. She started a lot of trouble here a few years back and no one likes her here. Let's not let her mess up anymore of the night. She's not worth it."
"How do you know Lucy?" She asks her brows furrowed.
"I had a one night contract with her when she first joined and she seems to think that gives her the freedom to act like that every time she has seen me since. Why? You sound like you know her?" I raise a brow at her.
Her eyes redden, but with anger, "She's the little slut that my ex used to fuck because I wouldn't let him tie me up and treat me like shit."
What Lucy said out by the bar clicks into place. She didn't say that for me truly, but for Sarina.
"Oh, Sarina..." I'm lost at what to say in the moment.
She looks up at me and asks, her eyes pleading with anger than pain, "Please don't do what he did to me. At least not with her." She wrings her wrists with her hands, like someone who's had the circulation cut off to their hands for a while.
I pull her into my arms, "I will not do anything of the sort to you. I'd rather lose my dick than touch her in any way. I'd rather be stabbed in the back then do anything to hurt you in such a way."
She raises her tear filled eyes up to mine and chuckles cynically, "That's what all men say."
Slightly aggrieved, I inform her, "But I mean it. From the second I saw you, I was awestruck and still find it hard to believe that a beautiful woman like you is even giving me the time of day, let alone trusting me the way you have."
She scoffs, "Oh please, Brian, you act like you can't get women."
It's my turn to scoff, but I quickly tell her what's really been on my mind. "You act like I don't care as long as I can stick my dick in it. But I do care. Now, there is no one else I want, but you."
Her eyes widen at me. She was surprised by my words, not expecting them.
"You've only known me for a little while though.." She says quietly.
"Doesn't matter." I quickly counter. "I feel like I've known you longer than that."
Her mouth opens but quickly closes again, her brows furrow, "I don't know how to respond to that. I admit, I feel like I've known you longer too. I just don't know at this moment..."
I run my hand through her hair, cupping the back of her neck, "You don't have to say anything, we will take this at what ever pace you set." I place my forehead against hers, giving her a little smile.
She smiles back up at me and whispers, "Thank you."
"Don't thank me yet. You owe me a punishment for breaking your rule today." I remind her.
"Why would I not want to thank you then?" She asks confused.
A devious grin crosses my face as I remind her, "Because you naughty girl, you purposely made me break your rule."
Her eyes widen remembering my promise in the office. She turns three different shades of red, but quickly laughs awkwardly.
"Okay, I won't punish you for the times I tricked you." She suggests, pulling back from me and standing up. She gets her drink and smiles, but seeing my predatorial gaze on her, she takes a step back and says shakily, "How about we will call it even? I won't punish you, if you don't punish me?"
I give her an evil grin, "That's not how this works... " I raise a finger and waggle it back and forth at her. She takes another step back, her chest rising faster with each breath she takes.
I stand and she sets her drink down, raising a hand up, "No, no, no, I'm sorry, I won't do it again." She takes a step back and begins to shake and anxiously laugh.
I take a step towards her, making her take a step back, "Oh I know you won't do it again." I simply state, making her eyes widen.
"Brian...." She lifts her other arm up, " I don't..."
I move towards her and she screams, taking off, out of my grasp. She runs into the bathroom and shuts the door, locking it.
"Hey! You're cheating again!" I laugh, knocking on the door.
"Just stay out there!" The way she says it, has me pausing.
"Sarina?" All playfulness is lost from my voice, "Are you okay?" I listen through the door and can tell she's trying to catch her breath.
"Sarina?" I ask again.
"Just, I need a moment. I'm sorry, I just need a moment." She sounds upset and I can't help but feel guilty. What did I miss? I thought we were having fun?
"I'm going to open the door, please, please don't make me feel trapped right now..." She struggles to sound alright and now I know, something is wrong.
"Of course. Open the door, tell me what just happened? I thought we were having fun?" I'm feeling so confused at the moment.
She opens the door, the door knob shaking as it opens. "Sari..." I'm immediately assaulted by a face full of shaving cream.
"Gotcha!" She laughs as I grab the hand towel and wipe my face off. She's clutching her sides as she laughs, "I don't have a super soaker, but shaving cream works too!"
As soon as my face is wiped clean, I stand there giving her a glare, as she hugs herself laughing. I shut the door of the bathroom and stand in front of it with my hands on my hips. She finally notices my stance and starts to sober up.
"Oh shit." She chuckles, holding her hands up again, "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself." She chuckles again as I stalk towards her.
"Brian...!" I swoop her up over my shoulder and give her ass a nice good swat. "AH!"
I take her out to the bedroom, swatting her ass as she squirmed over my shoulder. "AH! BRIAN!"
"Don't complain now. You said you forgave me, but I didn't say that you were getting out of a punishment." I toss her onto the bed, take a seat, and pull her back and over one leg, holding her down with my other leg and arm.
"No Brian! I said I'd forgive you if you forgave me!" She struggles.
"hmmm..." I hum and let my hand fall on her ass. *SMACK*
"OW!" She struggles even harder, trying to get out of my hold.
"You knew this was coming, for being such a naughty thing today. First it was this morning, playing with yourself in front of me."
*Smack-Smack*
"OW! Come on you liked it!" She squeals as I lay two more on her ass.
*Smack-smack*
"Did you forget to count and thank me?" I say as if just realizing it.
"SEVEN! THANK YOU SIR!" She growls over her shoulder.
Impressed she was keeping count, I let the fact that she didn't thank me for each one before slide.
"Tsk-tsk. Such an attitude. The only person you have to blame is yourself..." I add a few more smacks to her ass.
*Smack-smack-smack*
"Eight, nine, ten. Thank you, Sir." She stops struggling, and adds, "I'm still punishing you for the two times I didn't tease you." She says through gritted teeth.
"I think that's fair." I release her smiling, as she rubs her ass cheeks.
"Where can I find a paddle?" She asks, looking towards the drawers.