Pain And Pleasure 18+✓

Thirty-one

"You left campus like a cheated wife and I thought you'd be at home so I rushed right here to see if you're fine. But you weren't here, Arabella Lincoln so who's the guy?" Sally quizzes me after a long speculative speech.

We're finally in my bedroom. She's lying on my bed and I'm still on my toes, unzipping my dress with a smile on my face.

"You don't know him," I answer.

Her eyes widen in glee, seemingly excited as if I've found a potential husband. "But we got Google, bitch. He may not be on TikTok or Instagram, but we can fucking try LinkedIn?" she says brazenly.

I huff a tired laugh. "He is not on any social media. He's a package full of mystery. I mean it, Sally, he can fit a CIA profile, if not some Mafia gangster in a suit."

"My, my, oh my! Tell me more," Sally enthuses as she props on her elbows, curiosity all over her face. "Something out of this world, huh? I wanna know everything about this Mafia CIA Hotshot with 50 Shades of Mysteries!" She sits straight, ears perked up.

Laughter escapes my lips. Sally!

Honestly, I don't know who can't be tracked online these days. I've tried to stalk Adrian Castle to no avail. I wonder if he's really what he is.

"Earth to Ara!" Sally strokes her long manicured fingers painted in black.

"Well, he's just someone I'm seeing—nothing serious." I lower the neck of my dress, strolling toward the bathroom door. Nothing serious with the 100k USD in the picture? Yeah right. "And nothing happened, because I know what your next question is, bitch!" I yell behind the door.

"Did you get laid?" she yells back, ignoring my warning.

I blush, eyes on the mirror. Get laid? Maybe more than laid. All the kinky fuckery in my head surpasses the simple and mundane sex I've had before. Do I really want to explore more about that BDSM stuff he's talked me into?

Why not? My breath hitches at the thought, and my nipples turn into pebbles.

"I'm taking a shower! Can't hear you!" I snap with a grin while stripping my dress off, unready to disclose my shady affair with Adrian Castle.

Sally leaves about twenty minutes later, claiming she has plenty to do in the morning. I go to sleep after a text exchange with Adrian. I started with a goodnight and he responded with an intriguing reply.

*We have a place to go this weekend. Let me know if you can clear your schedule. Dinner at your place tomorrow. I eat a lot.

A chuckle leaves my wet lips. Crazy him! I see he's still online. Sighing, I start typing back with a lingering smile. Why does he want me to clear my weekend schedule, though? Curiosity runs through me.

*Permission to ask about the weekend rendezvous, Sir. Err...is it a request or something you and I know so well by now? And about dinner, I'll have a gigantic pot for you. Anything specific?

It takes a few seconds until I see him typing. Exhilaration makes me roll in bed.

*You ask for permission and wait for it to be granted or refuted, Arabella. Are we clear? I'll let it pass because your offenses have been too many for one day and I wonder how I'll begin to punish you. About dinner, anything with meat.

My breath hitches. How hard can a punishment hurt? Note to self: time to search for possible damnations in a Dom-sub relationship.

*Noted, Sir. If you were to punish me right this moment, what would my stakes be? Mind you, I only stole a kiss from you as my supposed boyfriend. I didn't kill anyone.