Her Eyes Under My Possession

chapter 27

You look gorgeous," he said.

Lost in her own little world, she hadn't heard him walk up behind her.

"Could you do my zipper?"

"With pleasure."

She moaned in her stomach, worried in case she would be in for a fight to get the dress fastened. The zipper went up smoothly without any problems.

"Red really suits you."

The thong made her feel really self-conscious. Panties kept everything in. Her thong would make her ass wobble and look awful.

"Can I change ?" she asked.

"Why?"

"I've never liked thongs."

"I like the thong on you. You can keep it on or wear nothing at all." She'd rather have something on than nothing at all. He pressed a hand against her stomach and pulled her against him. She felt the hard length of his cock next to her.

"This is what you do to me, Violet. I always want you."

"Can we stay in?" she asked.

"Not tonight, but remember as you're in the club tonight all I'll want to do is be with you."

Violet nodded her head and watched him leave the room. Most women would be terrified by what he'd admitted down in his office. She felt relief and a sense of belonging. Demon wanted to own her. To be with her. In the past when she grew up being alone or afraid in case someone else found out about her, she couldn't find anything but love for him. Demon was a wealthy man who wanted to possess her. Who would do anything for her? Staring at her reflection in the mirror she resented her past. The shame she felt being a girl of shame. Violet knew her mother was doing her best to try to help her, but she could have placed her in adoption or done anything. No child should be made to grow up fearing every sound in case of discovery.

Brushing her hair and applying a small amount of make-up, she was ready to leave. Staring at the reflection in the mirror she hoped she wouldn't embarrass him. She loved him. The way she felt had become clearer to him in the last few days than anything else. Her mother did love her. She knew that. She loved her back. But her only parent was gone. Demon was her future, and maybe someday soon she could tell him about her past.

Moving out of the room, she went to Demon. The rest of her life was all that mattered.

Violet stared at the big, dominating house in front of her. This was the club Demon had told her about. Rubbing her hands together to try to ease the nerves was not helping. She felt open and exposed. Her time with Demon had been the best moment of her life. He was possessive, attentive, and made her feel loved.

Loved. One small word and yet it had been the one thing in this horrid world that she wanted the most. He reached over and took one of her hands in his.

"You're nervous. Don't be. They'll love you," he said, kissing her hand and making her melt for him once again.

"This is a big house," she said.

"It's a club, set back in privacy. Just so you know, Stephen is going to get you to sign some legal papers."

"What for?"

"You're not a member of the club or a wife to a club member. As a girlfriend, you'll be required to state that you won't repeat anything you see or hear. Privacy is the key here."

"I'm your girlfriend?" she asked.

"Yes."

He pulled up into a reserved parking bay. Violet waited for his lead as he got out of the car and walked round to her side.

"Don't talk to anyone whom I've not introduced."

She nodded her head. He placed her hand inside his arm and led her to the front of the gates.

"Hello, Mr. Ashwood. Mr. Knox is waiting for you in the drinking room."

Demon nodded and handed over his coat before taking hers. She felt jerky and ungraceful next to him. Demon knew he belonged in this place where she still felt like an outsider looking in.

His hand rested at the base of her back as he escorted her through the house. Most of the doors were shut, and a few couples greeted Demon but ignored her. She saw the way the men held onto their wives. A hand on part of the body or the woman stood within touching distance. Violet saw the difference between the men instantly. The attitudes of the men at the club were completely different from the men she'd seen in the parking lot with their girlfriends. Demon had described the difference perfectly. Their aura gave off a certain possessive instinct, as if they were saying, "Piss off, she's mine."

He opened the door, and she walked into a smoky room. A woman stood on stage singing a slow deep tune. The words drew Violet's attention away from the men. She glanced at the woman dressed in a long white gown. Her hair was as black as night, and she had a pale complexion with bright red lips.

"They're over there." Demon pointed towards a small group of men. Seeing how large they all were, Violet suddenly felt petrified.

"I thought we were meeting one man, not loads."

"They're my friends, Violet. They'll be going to want to meet the woman who snagged Demon Ashwood's attention." He took her hand and pulled her past several men to get to their table.

"Demon, you made it." One of the men stood and shook his hand. Violet tightened her grip on him as each man stood.

"Stephen, I'd like you to meet Violet Moore." He moved her closer. She took the other man's hand and shook it.

"Pleasure to meet you, Violet."

She nodded her head and retreated back to Demon. He made her safe. These men looked scary to her.

"That next to Stephen is Tate, Kevin, and the big guy on the end is Sean." He pointed out the rest of the men in line. Sean looked the scariest with a scar down the side of his face. She saw several tattoos up and down his arm.

"Hello," she said. Demon sat her next to Sean as they made room for her at the table. Pushing a stray lock of hair out of her eye, she kept her gaze on the woman on the stage.

"What do you want to drink, sweetness?"

She turned as Stephen spoke to her. "Sorry?" she asked.

"What do you want to drink?"

Turning her gaze to Demon, he nodded his head. "An orange, please."

The men talked amongst themselves. She guessed they were all catching up. The woman on the stage kept staring at their table before turning back to the room.

"So what do you do, Violet?" Sean asked.

"I work for Mr. Ashwood," she said.

"Doing what?"

"I use to deliver coffee and the mail."

"Enough with the twenty questions, Sean." Demon placed his arm across her shoulders.

After some time the men moved out of the room, and they went with them. She watched the way Demon moved around the room. Everyone steered towards him. She thought about their conversation in his office at home. He didn't want her working for him anymore. Instead, she would spend her time either at his home or in his office. Being at his beck and call all day every day. Doing everything and anything he wanted her to do. She ran the gold watch around her wrist, feeling the weight of the object weighing heavy on her body and heart.

"You look like a woman with too much on her mind," Tate said as he sat down next to her. She glanced over at Demon. The way he behaved when men spoke to her made her nervous. "Don't worry about me. I'm a friend, and he wouldn't cause a scene. Besides, if he did, he was in perfect company. Most of the men in this place know how he feels."