Selfish Love [18 + Mature]

Chapter One -- Sadie

Chapter One

Sandalwood and vanilla filled the air as one of the prospective submissives, a blonde athletic woman clad in only a thong, spritzed an ornate crystal perfume bottle. For the first time ever, I bought into one of the silly little packages they offer and spent an exorbitant amount of money on something I could hardly care less about. Was I completely honest, the only reason I involved myself in The Society was the networking. I'd never had problems finding my own submissives.

Things were so much simpler without the unspoken promise The Society offered subs of finding their forever home with the perfect dom. One such arrangement passed before me, a man with wild dark hair and piercing blue eyes held the leash of an adorable if not petulant-looking brunette. Walking through the cloud of perfume I headed in their direction. Lucien owed me answers if nothing else, and if he was going to dodge my emails—he could deal with me in person.

As I wove my way through couples in various stages of sexual congress, I approached Lucien and I could feel his eye roll as I approached. He didn't like me—and I didn't care. For some reason, he was of the mind that I needed to be tamed like his little brat which was very much not the case.

"Mr. D," I forced a smile pleasing practiced and wide enough that it shifted the little gold mask on my face just enough. Never mind that his mask wasn't gold but silver.

"Miss C," before I started doing business with Lucien I used to think I loved French accents, that was no longer the case.

"You know what I'm going to ask," I crossed my arms and he swallowed.

"Oui." So bitter, it's almost like he doesn't want to pay up.

"So? Where's my money? And don't give me that shit about it being wrapped up in some fucking merger." I tilted my head to the side, and he narrowed his eyes a bit. Behind the mask, he was beautiful like one of those old French paintings, but he was crooked like a question mark and didn't think rules applied to him.

"So rude, shouldn't you be off torturing some poor man twice your size?" He grabbed a champagne flute from one of the passing waiters who wore a black domino mask.

"Isn't that what I'm doing?" I craned my neck to look up at him, which was more or less what I always had to do. I was only five foot two after all. Lucien exchanged some look with his sub who smirked.

"I'll wire it first thing."

"Now," I demanded and his nostrils flared.

"Fine." He took out his phone and whispered some French. A few moments later my watch vibrated with a notification that a transaction went through, and I grinned a little wider.

"Pleasure doing business, next time you try to fuck me out of what I'm due you won't have to worry about me coming after you at a party. My lawyers will own your ass." I snatched the wine glass from him.

"Does it get you wet to know that everyone fucking hates you?" He sneered at me, and I drained the glass before balancing it on his crossed arms.

"Oh baby, you don't fucking know." I moaned before turning on my heels and walking away. On the dance floor, the dichotomy of the dominants in their suits and the submissives wearing little to nothing did nothing but make me sigh. At the last party at the Manor, I'd been part of one of the couples on the dance floor, whispering into the ear of my submissive about exactly what he had to look forward to when we went back to my London Penthouse. Of course, that was before I discovered he was only in it for my money and fucking another chick on the side that he said he really loved. But I wasn't bitter about that. No, I'd moved on.