Emeralds & Lace (Moved)

Chapter 1

Ethera's POV

I set the glass of whiskey down on the sleek, black, coffee table. This random nobody had been talking for what felt like hours.

Honestly he probably was.

"-so yeah. That's what I do at least. You?" He finally finished, swiping a thumb under his lips, grinning at whatever it was that he was talking about.

I stared at him for a few seconds longer than necessary, analyzing everything about him. His relaxed posture, his attempt at a care-free look, the way he tensed when I stared at him too long.

He was uncomfortable, and he realized I knew.

Uncrossing my legs, I stood up and made my way over to the black couch across from me, where he was sitting.

I leaned in really close, tilting my head so my lips were right beside his ear.

"I make men like you beg. That's what I do, hun."

Finishing my drink, I walk away from the lounge. I could feel his eyes on my back, rather my ass probably, and I imagine he's still flushed as I make my way to the mahogany-colored bar and order another drink.

God. I make a club like this and men like him still manage to get on my nerves.

As I sip my drink, I see a rather wind-disheveled young man walk into the bar, seating himself a few stools down from me.

Well. Tonight might just get better.

I've seen him here before, but I'm often a little too... preoccupied to take too much notice. I watch as he leans into the bar, whispering to the bartender working tonight. Elise, I think their name is. I spot a grey thread bracelet on their wrist and take note. I continue to observe their interaction as Elise's eyes widen, and they nod furiously.

He stands up, allowing Elise lead him behind the bar and to the stairwell hidden under a hatch I had built when I took over this building.
The man offers a small smile to a blushing Elise.

As he's about to descend the stairs, they stop him, tugging on his wrist.

I stand up and make my way over to them, deciding it'd time to start the real fun for this Friday. After all, its barely 8pm. Walking over, I catch the tail end of their conversation.

"No worries then! When you get to the entry desk, ask for Mistress Thane" They finish with a wink.

"Oh, thank you..."He looks at them skeptically.

He finally enters the stairwell, Elise closing the hatch behind him. I place a hand on the bar counter, leaning on it for support, while waiting for them to turn around.

Finally, after they place the rag on the counter, do they turn, bumping into me. They immediately back up, adverting their eyes. I'm easily towering over them by a good 5 inches, especially in these heels.

I'm already tall, I'm 5'8, but with these shoes on, god do I love them, I'm around 6 feet, almost.

I place a manicured nail, painted black coffin acrylics (sensing a theme yet?), under their chin and tilt their head up to meet my eyes.

And, like the good submissive they are, they don't make eye contact until I snap my fingers.

"Look."

They drag their eyes across my chest, up my neck, then finally my eyes, letting out a low, almost unheard whine. Already whimpering. How cute. They try to bring their eyes away again, but I grab their chin and forcefully pull their face a small bit closer to mine, eye contact unavoidable. I slide my other hand down to their hip and pull them even closer to me, causing them to whimper again.

"Tell me, darling," The affectionate term slipping off my tongue like honey and effectively making the sub rub their thighs together, switching from foot to foot.

Still maintaining eye contact, I continue my question. "What was it you asked him? Hm?"

They don't respond, adverting their gaze again. It's not like I didn't know, they weren't good at keeping secrets anyway. Tilting my head to the side and raising my eyebrows lightly, I grip the sub's face harder and continue further.

"No answer? Because it seems to me, you're wasting time." Their eyes shoot up to mine and they open their mouth, blubbering useless apologies.

I quickly release the sub and let them stumble back, leaning on the counter for support. They're still shifting their feet, rubbing their thighs together to gain any friction at all.

"Get back to work. I don't want any customers leaving on account of the bartender being useless." I turn away, heading into the back office to an elevator, the much more graceful and more importantly, private, entrance to below.

As I turned away, I heard a small reply of 'Yes Mistress" and quick footsteps back at work.

A large smile etched its way onto my face.

Now that is what I like to hear.

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