“Hurry up,” Hammond calls out. How long have I been in here? I can’t even tell time? I’m stupid. And boring. No wonder he doesn’t like me.
I throw on a robe and dry my hair quickly. Meryl texted me that I need to wear a cocktail dress. I’ll braid my hair in an elegant braid. I have the perfect dress to impress. Though I don’t want to impress my customer. I want to impress Hammond.
I take a seat on the bed, avoiding his eyes as he hands me my salad.
“What’s wrong?” He asks gruffly. His voice makes me wet. Always has.
“Nothing,” I lie and before I know it, I’m on my back with him hovering over me.
“Liar,” he whispers in my ear and I shiver.
“I’m not lying,” I snap. We both know I am.
“Okay,” he chuckles and I’m not sure what’s going on right now, but his hands open my robe and trail down my naked body, his eyes never leaving mine.
I cry out as he slips two fingers in, as he flicks my clit with his other hand.
“Don’t come,” he orders and I almost come just from his voice.
“Tell me what’s wrong?”
“I told you nothing is wrong,” I hiss as I can feel my orgasm coming. He stops and I want to whine. His fingers are magic.
He starts pinching my clit and I nearly come off the bed, “what is wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong, I was thinking about tonight,” I lie.
He stops and I cry out in frustration. He brings me to the brink again and stops.
“I will not let you come until you tell me what’s wrong?”
“You work for me!” I shout at him and he laughs. He just laughed at me.
“Might seem that way, but right now I’m in charge,” he says as he slaps my clit. I cry out as he stops again.
“Fine. I’ll tell you,” though he might think I’m stupid after this.
“Go on,” he says roughly as he thrusts his fingers in and out, he scoots down and licks my clit and I nearly come undone.
“I think I’m in love with you,” I hiss out just as he sucks my clit. I come so hard; I see stars behind my eyelids.
I lay there embarrassed. I know that sounds stupid, I take my clothes off which should be embarrassing. It’s not. Saying how you feel as though.
He cleans me up and resumes eating like nothing happened, which makes me feel small. I don’t say anything else, finish my salad and start to dress. I’m zipping up my dress when I feel his hands on me, spinning me around and kissing the life out of me.
“We will talk about this later, but for now we have to go,” he says as I slip my heels on and we head for the limo that was sent to me. Not that I care. I actually would have preferred Hammond to drive. I might just let men do whatever they want to me in their sessions, but I’m still safe about it. Leaving the grounds makes me nervous, even with Hammond here.
“Let’s get this over with,” he grumbles as we pull up to a nice hotel.
I step out and I’m greeted by a man in a suit.
“Oh, look at you, sweetheart,” and I don’t remember anything after that.
Hammond
As soon as I hear that trigger word, I yank her back into the limo and tell the driver to take us back and drive fast.
She’s struggling against me, yelling about not being his sweetheart. She goes for something in her purse and I see it’s a knife. She’s slashing the air, not even knowing we’re back in the limo. I hold onto her and let her slice the seat. That man will be pissed, but I told Meryl to tell them not to use pet names with her. This is his fault. As soon as we’re back at the circus, I haul her over my shoulder and carry her back to the tent.
