I obey, and he slides an arm under my knees to lift me onto the bed, climbing over me. As if to prove my theory, he’s careful to pull my hair out from under my shoulders.
He kisses me roughly. “I’m definitely keeping you, doll.”
* * *
Bobby
When Lexi stiffens, I have to remind myself that I can’t always say all the dominant possessive things in my head to a woman. Especially not one I just met, no matter how submissive and willing she may seem.
I do want her, though. I want to keep her in my spare apartment and treat her like a princess and a sex slave. Tie her up, spank her, spoil her with nice things. I want those eager-to-please eyes on my face while she’s on her knees, her mouth stretched around my cock.
I could probably move in for the kill right now. It sounded like she needed cash rather urgently. But I don’t want to coax her into something that makes her nervous, even though I easily could. I want her to be the one offering.
So I pull the covers up and kiss her forehead. “Stay here tonight, doll. Order up room service in the morning. Buy yourself something nice from the gift shop and charge it to the room.” I get dressed and drop a wad of bills on the dresser. There’s probably three or four hundred dollars there. I don’t count it because I don’t want her to feel cheap. I’m not paying for sex. Sugar daddies don’t pay for sex, they provide support in exchange for the privilege of ownership.
“This is for you to treat yourself tomorrow,” I tell her. “If you decide you want a sugar daddy, you know where to find me.”
I leave it at that. I don’t get her number. Don’t leave her mine.
I hope to see her again, but I’m not gonna push.
She leans up on her elbows, her breasts separating. It’s damn hard not to crawl back in bed and kiss that space between them. Follow it up to her neck and behind her ear.
But no, she’s skittish. I’ve already come on strong. If I stay, she might tuck her tail and run in the morning. Better to let her come to me when she’s ready.
Either she wants to be owned or she doesn’t.
I strongly suspect she’ll realize she does.
I hope so. Because Lexi seems absolutely perfect for me.
ChapterFour
Lexi
This morning, I woke in the luxury hotel suite with my body sore in all the right places. I ordered room service. Bought myself a swimsuit at the gift shop and sat in the hot tub. Lived it up. It wasah-mazing.
Bobby left me over four hundred dollars to “treat” myself. Sadly, the only treat I’ll get is paying off the rent I owe. I didn’t have time to run back to my apartment to find the building manager and pay it off before work. At this point, what difference does it make when he gets the money–Saturday or Sunday? I’ll get it to him before Monday. That’s all that matters.
Right now, I have a just-for-me hair project to work on. It’s after hours, and everyone’s gone except for Ondrea, the receptionist.
“So you’re letting me do anything I want, right?” I push Gina into my salon chair. I offered her a free cut and color if she would model for my portfolio.
She tosses her dark hair over one shoulder. “Yes. I trust you. But only if you tell me everything about last night.”
“Ooh, what happened last night?” Ondrea instantly appears behind me, clacking her lacquered nails together. She’s an adorable trans woman, who is barely out of high school and full of sass. She is literally the best thing about renting at Stylz because she has that knack for making everything fun and entertaining.
“I hooked up with a guy.” I flick a cape around Gina’s shoulders. I already have a plan in mind, so I begin to mix the hair dye in plastic bowls.
“A potential sugar daddy.” Gina waggles her brows.
“Ooh. Tell me more.” Ondrea flops into the empty salon chair beside Gina’s.
“Yeah. Spill, girl.”
“So, first of all, you missed how I met him. He literally saved me from Mr. sugar daddy wannabe idiot back by the bathrooms.” I finish mixing the dye and start combing through Gina’s hair.
“What do you mean?” she asks.