I leave the building and get into my Porsche. I call Chainsaw.
He answers, "Riggs. I should have some news later tonight."
I state, "Hurry up. When you get done, there's a deuce for you."
He chuckles. "I see you're making lots of friends these days."
"Yep. Speed it up," I reiterate and hang up. Snake's going down, but so are Roy and George.
I leave the parking garage and head toward Malibu, anxious to get home to Blakely, but a few minutes in rush hour traffic makes me realize I'm still too out of control. And all I can envision is the new affection she had in her eyes for me when I left her to dry her hair in the bathroom.
Every part of me craves to see more of it. Yet I need to avoid it. At least for now. It's time to refocus. The event at the club is right around the corner.
I mentally go through my schedule to think about what I can push out, but there are too many large deals on the table.
I need reinforcements.
I pick up the phone and call one of my former subs, Aria. I broke her in years ago. She's helped me with a few of my subs in the past.
The phone rings twice, and she coos, "Riggs. Long time."
"Aria, how've you been?" I question.
"I can't complain. You?"
"Good. I need your assistance."
She laughs. "Of course you do. Why else would you call."
"Guess I'm predictable," I claim.
Aria takes a deep breath, which makes me smile. She's like an open book to me after our time together. Every ounce of air she takes displays a different emotion, and this one has pure adrenaline in it. She inquires, "The woman you bid on?"
"Yes."
"When do you want to meet?" she asks.
Calmness enters me. Getting some assistance to train Blakely while I'm at work is the best idea I've had all day. Aria is the best at what she does. She's never let me down with any previous subs.
Since I bought Blakely at the auction, I have to prove she's fully submitted to me at the two-week mark, or the club will revoke our contract. They'll give an apartment to her in the city. It'll be in a discreet location the club chooses for the remainder of the contract period.
The fine print of the club's paperwork states that Club Indulgence has the final say over everything. It's in the members' contracts and the subs who go up on the auction block. Since Blakely didn't even bother to look at my contract until I forced her to, I doubt she paid attention to the details, not that it's clear what it means.
It's why rule fourteen is in my contract. The one Blakely was fretting over. Every Dom must have it in his contract, as well as rule five stating a safe word, and rule twelve about basic needs being provided for by the Dom. The rest of the rules the club allows the Dom to create. And while I added language to rule five, it was approved by the board when they reviewed my contract.
The mandatory rules ensure subs are being taken care of properly and sever the relationships that aren't working.
So while I told Blakely not to worry about rule fourteen because it's off the table, I was telling a half-truth. It won't be due to my boredom if it gets enacted, but if she doesn't fully submit when it's time to present her to the club, I won't have a choice.
And I'll be damned if I allow that to happen.
I ask Aria, "Can you meet tonight?"
She chirps, "Sorry. I have a date."
"Cancel it. I'm on a timeline. And I need you to stay until she's ready. Please," I add.
Another moment of silence passes.