𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | +𝟏𝟖

𝐗𝐈𝐕

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An alarm rang through the walls of the building, pulling me down the staircase to find Clay speaking with one of the women at the desk. I looked around, slipping my gaze behind an office door to see someone piling stacks of paper into drawers and locking it briefly.

"Valentina," Clay's voice from my left brought my gaze to him. He looked anxious, worried yet calmer than expected. "We believe that those men coming here was a distraction." I furrowed my eyebrows, "Someone might be in the building."

I froze for a second, if someone were in here it could jeopardize our plan. Ruin everything. The slim chance was still viable, yet I let my thoughts convince myself that it were impossible for someone to get in in that short amount of time as a way to calm my nerves.

"Just keep your eyes open, alright?" Clay spoke with a small nod. I nodded and exhaled a breath, "We have guards surrounding the place. They'll take care of it."

"Yeah, alright," I said, my eyes enforced by the paranoia to constantly look around the room.

"Come with me," Clay said, before he turned and walked upstairs. I followed his lead. He passed multiple doors before reaching the last, unlocking it with a few numbers before the door handle clicked and the tall, wooden door pushed open.

Clay turned his head to mine and extended a hand to my waist, silently inviting me to peek inside the room.

I looked around the corner, my eyes uncontrollably widening at the sight.

A large bed sat at the back wall, black silk coating a thin layer to the top of it. The room was large, extra floor space from the foot of the bed to the wall across from it. Three different kinds of whips hung on the wall, along with a hook in the middle of the ceiling that hovered above the extra floor space. My nerves picked up again, my heart racing just the slightest bit faster as my eyes reached every sinful spot of the room.

I unconsciously walked in, spotting the arm chair that sat on it's own near the wall, facing the bed to have a view of the hook as well.

A large chest-looking box was placed on the side of the bed, used as a nightstand with nothing atop of it. I carefully walked over and unlatched it. Though, before peeling it open, I looked to Clay, who had his eyes set on me intensely. "Can I open it?"

He smirked, "Only because you asked."

He strode over, reaching my side as I lifted the top of the chest with the tips of my fingers, exposing more items. Vibrators in all different sizes sat neatly place on the left side of the box, along with chains, ropes, and a blindfold on the other side.

Excitement bubbled within me, and I felt the urge to ask questions. "We will start slow," Clay informed me, his hand on my hip as his thumb caressed the skin. "For now, we'll be working on obeying orders. Understand?"

"I understand." I agreed. "When?"

"When?" He confusingly asked whilst he closed the chest and turned his body to me. The sight of him along with the thoughts that were now imbedded into my mind brought me to a daze of the image of him doing these things with me. His body bare and sweaty, glistening in certain angles of light as he fucked me into oblivion, his hands roaming the sinful and lustful parts of my body.

I pulled myself from my thoughts and brought my head back to the moment. "When will we start?" I asked. The question was out of curiosity, free from any teasing tone that might lead to anything.

He chuckled at the question, "Eager already, Ms. Castillo?"

I crossed my arms and sent a glare up to the handsome and beautifully sexy man, who I couldn't help but continue to think of in this very moment. "Tomorrow," he answered. "Is that reasonable for you?"

"Yes," I responded. In a way, I was eager, unable to think nothing other than Clay doing what he had planned with me.

Either that, or just impatient.

"Go get cleaned up, then come downstairs to eat." Clay said, walking me out the room.

I rolled my eyes, "Okay, dad." He sent a glare as I blinked. "Sorry."

"Mhm," he hummed, relaxing his eyes, yet keeping the warning hidden beneath them. I turned and walked down the hallway, headed into my room.

I huffed at the few spots of blood that were splattered onto my body. I strode into the bathroom, shutting the door with a click before turning the shower handle and removing my clothes. The warm water ran down my skin soothingly, washing off the overwhelming thoughts.

I thought of Clay, and the way his muscles move through the thin fabric of his dress shirt whenever he does something with his arms. The muscles were mouth-watering to my eyes, and a tease to my core.

I wanted them wrapped around me.

He was more intoxicating than any other man or woman I've come across. His touch was electrifying, leaving me wanting and needing more. My body breathed him in, and my mind wanted to be lost by the time he was done with me.

Shutting the water off, I carefully stepped out of the glass shower and reached for the white, fluffy towels that put my mind at ease. Overtime, I began to take in the simpler, smaller things.

I didn't want to take anything for granted.

I stepped out of the bathroom, the towel securely wrapped around my body whilst I searched for something in my dresser. Taking out my silk shorts and tank top, I returned back into the bathroom to change, oddly feeling more comfortable to change in there rather than my bedroom.

I hung the towel on the hook that was latched onto the back of the bathroom door, and walked back into my room. I stilled for a moment, catching an uneasy feeling when my room came back into view. I quietly slid the drawer of my dresser open, keeping my eyes locked on the tempting spots of the room.

The bathroom door closed behind me as I flicked the bedroom light on and internally cursed when I was unable to find anything to use as a weapon from my dresser. I bent down to check underneath the bed, sighing in relief when I couldn't see anything.

I headed for the door, until I felt a hand wrap around my forearm and pull me against a large chest. A second hand covered my mouth as I used my arm at an attempt to free myself.

"Found you." A familiar voice grumbled into my ear, a wave of resentment and shock rippling through my thoughts before I felt a sharp pain on the side of my neck, my vision darkening and my body weakening into the depths of unconsciousness.