Buried Desires (Brad’s Story)

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Chapter Eight

Brad

"Is that really you?" she whispered.

My grip around her throat relaxed. "You have five goddamn seconds to explain to me why the fuck you're in this place," I growled.

She blinked, still surprised to see me. "I…I…I…" stuttered.

"Goddamn it, Sophie," I said giving her a clear warning to spit it the fuck out.

"I work here," she finally answered.

"The hell you do." I released her throat and snatched her by arm. "You're going to go see Mrs. Heart right now to hand in your notice, effective immediately."

She jerked her arm out of my hold and glared at me, "No." she simply said.

I narrowed my eyes. "No?"

"That's right, no. You don't own me, Brad. I'm a grown-ass woman and I do what I like, and this," she gestured up and down her robe-covered body, "is what I like. As a matter of fact, I’m damn good at it too." she said smugly as she crossed her arms.

"Do you even know what kind of club thisis?”I raised my voice.

"Of course, do you?" she raised a curious brow. "What are you doing here, Bradley?" she asked with squinted eyes.

"We are not talking about me, goddamn it. You don't belong here. You most certainly don't need to be working for the type of people who own this place."

"Why do you even care, Brad? I haven't heard from you since the day you left Alabama, which was years ago."

I looked away when I noticed her eyes welling up with tears and tucked my hands into my pockets. "I care," I spat out. "And the communication thing works both ways, you know."

I knew that was horse shit. I chose to break all communication with her for selfish reasons. I didn’t want to be just friends and instead of telling her the truth about how I felt, I chose the cowardly thing and ghosted her.

Unable to look at her while asking, "since when do you like BDSM clubs?"

After a few seconds of silence, I took a chance and looked at her. She was quietly staring at me with a smirk on her face.

"What?"

"You’re a Dom aren't you?" she asked amused. "Oh my God," she laughed. "All this time and I never once caught it until now. Why?" she asked more to herself than to me.

"What about you?" I threw the same question back at her.

"I didn't know what I liked back then, Brad. You know, when I first started college, I was so depressed. I wasn't the same girl I used to be. I purposely cut off everything going on around me. I allowed my past to hold me prisoner and keep me from enjoying myself like everyone else was."

Two big strides and I closed the distance between us. "Why? What happened, Sophie?"

Her breath hitched as my knuckles brushed her cheek. "I couldn't tell you. Especially you," she whispered as a few tears slid from her eyes.

Brushing them away with my thumb, I leaned in closer, inhaling her minty breath. "Why not me? You were my best friend. You know me." I reminded her with a soft smile.

"I didn't only want to be your best friend," her voice came out a little shaky. She sounded hurt.

My heart thudded heavily behind my rib cage from her confession. The words kept repeating inside my head. I was unable to stop myself as I carefully rested my hands above her head, caging her in.

"What did you want?" I husked slowly, closing the distance between our lips.

"I wanted," she breathed out heavily, "I wanted you to look at me like you did those girls you messed around with on campus." the color of her cheeks flared, "I hoped you would one day realize that those girls could never compare to me." I watched as two more tears fell when she shut her eyes, breaking all eye contact.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, took a deep breath, and then slowly pressed my lips against her ear.

"Fuck, sweetness. Don't you know?" I rasped out. "From the moment I first saw you in the library, I knew that I’d never met a woman before who could ever come close to you."

Her eyes flew open, "What?"

"God Sophia, are you blind?" I chuckled hoarsely against her ear. " I always wanted you back then and I still fucking want you," I admitted, pushing my hard cock against her.

Inhaling a shaky breath, I pulled back and pressed my lips against her forehead, giving her a gentle kiss. It felt so good to feel her arms wrapped around my waist. I forced myself to pull back.

I pinched her chin between my fingers and helped guide her to face mine. My heartfelt as if it would burst when her red, puffy eyes collided with mine.

A low growl rumbled inside of my chest as I watched her bite down on her bottom lip. "Fuck, you're making it so hard not to kiss you, sweetness but I can't."

I abruptly banged my free hand against the wall and let out a few curses under my breath when I saw the hurt flash in her mesmerizing eyes. "Don't," I stopped her from lowering her head. "It's not that I don't want to. Fuck, it's killing me not to. You don't know how long I've wanted to feel those lips against mine."

She stayed silent, soaking in every word. "I think before we go any further, we should sit down and talk. Do you understand?"

Wiping her tears with both of her hands, she nodded, "Yeah, that makes sense," she lied.

"I don't think you do," I raised a brow. "You remember when that smart ass mouth of yours pointed out that I'm a Dom?"

She giggled, "Yeah," and my chest relaxed seeing some of the pain in her eyes begin to fade. "Well, you're right, I am. But I'm not the ordinary kind of Dom, sweetness. I’m a different breed. I don’t play at being one. I don’t like games and won’t tolerate them either.
Holding her stare, I swallowed another lump in my throat. "I am no prince charming, Sophie. I'm very demanding and I expect nothing but respect, loyalty, and complete honesty. Trust me, I'm still that same fucking asshole you met back in college. The only difference is that I'm not capable of walking away from you a second time. Have you ever been in a Dom and sub relationship?" I asked her curiously.

"Yes, but never a committed, full-time one."
"What do you want from me?" I asked bluntly.

"You and anything and everything you have to offer. I need to say this though. I never once cared if my past part-time Dom’s had other subs. With you," she hesitated for just half of a second, "it's a deal-breaker. I can't and won't share you. You expect respect, loyalty, and complete honesty. I expect the same in return."

I busted out laughing, "Ah fuck, I love seeing this territorial side of you. I don't usually take on more than one sub at a time. I won’t take on another sub while I'm with you. I won’t share you with anyone." As soon as the words fell out of my mouth, the image of that fucker with his hands all her ass instantly flashed behind my eyes.

Unable to think straight, I moved in closer until her back pressed flush against the wall. Anger and possessiveness rapidly flooded my veins, "Do you understand? Once you submit, you're mine and only mine?" I question her with a stern voice.

She bobbed her head, "yes, I am yours only." My anger slowly began to fade, but I couldn’t shake away the image of her locked in that stockade, the sound of her excited squeal when she felt the sting of his hand.

"I must warn you, I'm not okay with what you did on that stage tonight, Sophia. I'm mere seconds away from dragging his ass in here and beating the hell out of him in front of you.” Her eyes rounded as she gulped.

"I told you, I'm a different breed." I chuckled, though everything I said to her was nothing but the truth.

"Answer me honestly, what did he do to you that made you squeal with excitement like you did?"

She licked her dry lips, "I like dominance. I like the thrill of not knowing what will be done to me. But not all the time. The thrill of being dominated sets my blood on fire."

Fuck, I don't think my cock’s ever felt as hard as did after hearing her very blunt, vivid answer.

"Oh, is that it, sweetness? Do you like being at a man's mercy?" I grazed my thumb over the thudding pulse on her neck. I couldn't help but smirk when it sped up. "Well, what about mine, hmm? Do you want to be at mine?"

Her pupils dilated and the sight alone elicited a deep growl in my chest.

"Desperately," she husked out with hooded eyes.

Without another word, I hooked my arms under her legs and scooped her up, holding her close to my chest. "Well, you don't have to tell me twice—ever."

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