I looked back at Sir. I could see his disappointment, which made me feel lower than low.
Sir didn’t say anything and I felt all eyes on us, but I didn’t look away. My heart pounded against my ribs and my chest felt as though it would explode from the pressure. I watched him breathe in and out, taking long, deep breaths. He was obviously keeping his emotions reined in, holding on to his control.
When he finally spoke, his tone was harsher than I’d ever heard it. “In this role, as my submissive, your objective is to please me. No one but me. A D/s relationship isn’t… You know what, I can’t explain this to you right now. I need you to go to my office, strip, and kneel beside my desk. Do not move until I come for you.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered, my voice rough with emotion as I stumbled to my feet.
“I want you to think about these past two days, Luci. I expect you to explain to me why I’m disappointed.”
I choked on a sob as I nodded, my heart breaking at the thought of upsetting him. Without another word, I ran from the room, heading straight for his office. I quickly stripped off my clothes and knelt beside his desk, tears streaming from my eyes as I tried to figure out what he had expected from me and what I hadn’t given in return.
Since the moment we left the office on Friday night, I had done everything he asked of me. I cooked, I cleaned, I let him tease me, fuck me. We went to the club and I allowed him to put me on display and torture me until I orgasmed. I’d done every single thing he asked. On Sunday, I did my best to stay out of his way, waiting until he told me what he needed from me.
And then it hit me.
My chest expanded and a sob nearly ripped me open.
I had abandoned Sir by only being physically available to him. I hadn’t anticipated his needs, I hadn’t tried to take care of him, I had merely followed instructions as though that was my one and only duty. I recalled plenty of things that I’d read, conversations I’d witnessed in the online groups. Submission wasn’t about becoming a doormat.
I had offered him my trust and my submission, but since he’d taken me as his submissive, it was my responsibility to take care of him in return. Not only physically but emotionally.
While I sat there, I allowed the tears to stream down my face. I didn’t even try to wipe them away. My thoughts drifted back to Saturday night after our scene at the club. Sir had taken care of me and then he had witnessed my disappointment when Master left with another submissive. At that point, I had abandoned him. I hadn’t told him how I felt about him, about what he’d given me.
I felt lower than low and I fully expected, if and when Sir returned, he would release me as his submissive.
And that was the moment my heart truly broke. Right in two.
Thirty-One
BOSS MEETING
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Landon
“WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?” JUSTIN growled when Luci ran from the room.
It was a fair question. One I didn’t care to answer, but fair, nonetheless.
“She misunderstood something that took place on Saturday night,” Langston explained.
“Well, obviously.” Justin glared at me. “So, why didn’t you set her straight? Talk it out?”
Another good question.
“I think this is something they need to work out between them,” Langston offered. “It was a misunderstanding. Now that she understands, I’m sure it will blow over.”
“Blow over?” Justin snapped. “You let this shit fester since Saturday night? How the hell is it going to blow over?”
“It’s not,” I hissed. “I’ll take care of it.”
“You could’ve fool—”
“Shut up!” I growled his way. “This is my business. I’ll take care of it how I see fit. Sometimes I think you forget we’re not all your submissives.”
Justin sat back, his eyes wide.
I hadn’t meant to go off on him, but this thing between me and Luci had gotten out of control. It was my own damn fault. I’d witnessed her reaction, knew she’d been upset by the submissive who had dropped to her knees in front of Langston. I could’ve very easily cleared it up at the time, but instead, I let my fucking emotions get the best of me. Rather than set her straight, I’d let my fucking jealousy eat a hole in my stomach.
“You’re right,” Justin finally said, his tone once again normal. “I apologize. I have no right to interfere. This is the agreement. She belongs to you right now.”
He sounded genuine, so I offered a nod. “Can I have a few minutes alone with my brother?”
“Of course.” Justin got to his feet, straightened his tie, then nodded for Ben to follow him.
