Lexi
Two days later, I walk out of the therapist’s office with a bounce in my step. Bobby was right-it seems like the EMDR completely liberated me from the trauma of the car accident. I sat in the therapist’s office and described the accident, moment by moment, all the while moving my eyes slowly from side to side. The therapist had me imagine the disturbing images of the event and conjure the feelings. When I stayed with the eye movements, all the terror lost its power over me.
Although I made a follow up appointment, I left completely transformed, so I doubt I need any further help. As if to confirm my positivity, when I check my voicemail afterward, I find a message from human resources at Stellar saying they want to schedule an interview.
“Yes!” I whisper out loud as I walk to the bus stop.
I dial the number, and by a third miracle, schedule the interview for Tuesday afternoon, a few hours after the massage Bobby’s secretary set up for me. I’ll be relaxed and ready to impress!
I call Gina. “Guess what?”
“What?”
“I got an interview for the job!”
“Awesome! That’s fantastic, you deserve it, girl!”
“I’m so excited. And it just so happens that Bobby set up a massage for me that day, so I’ll be cool, calm and collected.”
“A massage, huh? I love that for you.” Gina sounds impressed.
“I know. He takes good care of me. Did I tell you he paid off my rent at the salon, too?”
“What did I tell you? He’s a keeper.”
“Well, not really.”
“Why, what do you mean?”
“Nothing. Just that he’s not available. Unless I want to be essentially his call girl for the rest of my life.”
“Oh. Gotcha. I’m sorry.” She’s silent a moment, and I wish I hadn’t mentioned it. The reminder of my non-relationship status with Bobby is a bit of a downer on an otherwise bright day. “That kinda sucks, doesn’t it?” It’s like it finally hit her that her fix for mesetting me up with a sugar daddyhad a catch.
“Yeah.”
“Well…don’t worry about it for now. Just enjoy being treated like a princess. You deserve a little pampering after all you’ve been through over the last year.”
“Yeah, thanks. That’s kind of what I arrived at, too. It’s good for now. Just not a permanent thing. Okay, I gotta go. I should call Bobby.”
“All right, take care, babe.”
“You too. Bye!”
I end the call with Gina and dial Bobby’s number, my pulse picking up speed, the way it always does when I interact with him.
“Hey, doll.”
Wings in my chest flap at the sound of his deep rumble. “Hey! Thank you so much for setting up the therapy appointment for me. I feel completely transformed. What a difference!”
“That’s great. Glad to hear it.”
“And I just found out I got the job interview-you know, for that trainer position?”
“Of course I remember-the reason you took portfolio pictures. Congratulations. When is it?”
“Tuesday afternoon.”
“Fantastic. I’ll take you shopping for clothes, unless you already know what you want to wear.”
Um, wow. This guy. He really does love to play sugar daddy. And I am not complaining. “No-uh-I’d love to go shopping with you. Thanks!”
“Listen, bambi, I wish I could take you out tonight to celebrate, but I’m up to my ears in shit right now. I will try to get over later, if I can.”
“Sure… no problem.” I’m irrationally disappointed. I didn’t expect him to take me out to celebrate, but now that he expressed the desire, I totally want it. Miss it. Need it.
“Okay, I’ll text you if I can make it. Bye, doll.”
I end the call quickly because the disappointment hits me like a steamroller, flattening my mood. I draw a deep breath and exhale.
Gah. I’m getting way too needy with this guy. Our agreement was very specifiche’s not my boyfriend. I don’t get to make demands or expect boyfriend-like things from him.
He’s the boss. I’m essentially his employee.
But I can’t seem to separate emotion from sex. I’m definitely falling for Bobby. Or I want to. And I can already see the heartbreak looming when this ends.
Lexi
After work, I take myself to L’amore, the restaurant where Bobby told the staff I could dine on his dime. I figure Bobby wanted to take me out, so I’m letting him.
I’ve never dined alone before, especially not at an upscale place with “love” in the name, but I hold my head high and muscle through it. The maitre d’ and the waiter remember me without my reminder, which goes a long way to making me feel comfortable.
I order a glass of wine and a Caesar salad with chicken and add two new photos to my Instagram pageLexi Styles Hair. I try to post a few photos of new haircuts or highlights every week. My Instagram account is actually how I found out about the Stellar position. Someone at Stellar had seen my latest reel and sent me a message inviting me to apply.
It sort of felt meant-to-be, but I’m trying not to get my hopes up.
The wine is delicious, and the salad fills me up. I’m lonely, but trying to feel okay with being alone. This is what it means to belong to Bobby. I’m at his beck and call, but he’s not available to me.
It makes me even more glad I “let” him treat me here tonight.
If eating here is one of my perks, I need to be cashing in on it since I don’t get the full package.
I shove the pity-party thoughts from my mind and focus on enjoying dinner.
It was still a great day, regardless of the availability of my… what is he to me? Boyfriend? Owner? I prefer owner to boyfriend, actually.
When it’s time to leave, the waiter assures me that my meal is taken care of, but I leave a big cash tip, since they made me feel like a princess.
When I get home, I find a bouquet of lavender roses in a vase waiting outside my door. Attached is a note of congratulations from Bobby. My eyes mist, and I wipe all resentments from my mind. I don’t need to be a glass half empty kind of girl. Or look a gift horse in the mouth. Or whatever other metaphor fits the situation.
I text him to thank him for the roses and let him know I ate at L’amore. I try not to feel disappointed when he doesn’t respond. At eleven, I give up waiting for word from him and change into my pajamas, turn out the lights and go to bed.
I wake to the sound of Bobby’s voice. “Hey, baby.” He climbs over the covers, reaching for me. His hands find my breasts, stroke down my body.
“Hey,” I murmur groggily as my body warms under his lustful stroking.
He slides one hand down the front of my pajama shorts to cup my mons. “You’re getting a spanking tonight,” he murmurs in my ear.
I go still. “What did I do?”
“Nothing.” His fingers glide over my wet pussy, and I relax. “I just want to smack that sweet ass of yours.” He rolls me to my belly, pinning me down with his body. “Are you going to be a good girl and let me, or do I have to wait until you’re naughty?”
I moan. His words make me squirm, Or maybe it’s his hands. My body ignites under his possessive handling.
“You’re the boss,” I purr. There’s a certain power in being asked, an excitement at giving him something he wants, combined with the thrill of fear at knowing beyond any shadow of a doubt he enjoys delivering pain.
He burrows his thick fingers into my hair, massaging my scalp before closing his fist and tugging my head back. “Mmm. That’s right, I am the boss of you, aren’t I, sweet girl?”
“Yes, Master,” I moan.
He nips my ear with his teeth. “I love it when you call me that.”
I love it when he says, I love it. His approval excites me the same way the words “good girl” make me warm and tingly.
He climbs off and pulls the covers back. My heart rate increases when he lifts my hips into the air, so I’m on my knees with my face and chest still pressed into the pillow.
Bobby strokes his large hand over the curve of my ass. “Who do you belong to?”
“You.”
He comes off the bed and stands beside it. “Are you mine to do anything I want to?”
I turn my head to face the direction of his voice, blinking into the darkness. “Yes.”
“To fuck any way I want to?”
“Yes.”
He moves near my head, and I hear the sound of a zipper. “Open your mouth.”
I reach for his cock, but he catches my wrist.
“No hands,” he murmurs, his voice low and sultry. “I want to fuck your mouth.”
I find the head of his cock with my lips, and he pushes in.
“That’s it, pretty girl. You’re so perfect. So willing.”
I make a muffled sound of assent.
He cradles the back of my head and plunges slowly in and out of my mouth, controlling me completely.