Terminal

Book 1: Jabari

The club was dimly lit, the thumping bass of the music reverberating through the floor and into my bones. I stood near the bar, leaning casually against the polished wood. Clad in a black polo neck, formal pants, an overcoat, and Chelsea boots. I wore a calm expression, unreadable to most, her eyes were fixed on me, my sub, who was the epitome of allure and elegance.

She wore a sleek black dress that hugged every curve of her figure, exposing her toned back and leaving little to the imagination. Her skin was smooth and glowed under the soft lighting, reminiscent of polished ebony. She was mesmerizing, with a beauty that rivalled Coco Jones – her full lips painted a deep red, her eyes lined with a sultry darkness that made them seem even more profound. She moved with a grace that commanded attention, her presence in the room undeniable.

Tonight, I intended to push her limits, to edge her, to tap into her jealousy kink and make this fair lady into a primal slut solely owned by me. Earlier I had instructed her to sit in one of the booths I had reserved, making sure she had full view of my actions. I was not worried about anyone making advances, she had her focus on me and no one could take it from her.  I made my way through the crowd, engaging in playful banter with other women through light conversation. I laughed, leaning in close, using the loud atmosphere as an excuse to inch closer to their being and whisper the sweetest innuendos, but never touching. The occasional giggle or brush of a hand on my arm was the perfect tool to heighten her sense of competition and desire.

I glanced back at her, watching her reaction. Her eyes followed my every move, a mix of intrigue and possessiveness flashing in them. After a few interactions I returned to her, I made sure she caught whiffs of my cologne – a deep, musky scent that seemed to wrap around her like an intoxicating fog as she was seemingly carried into my embrace. I would let my hand graze her arm, my breath ghost over her neck, making her tense up with a delicious anticipation. I leaned in close, my lips brushing against her ear as I spoke, my voice a low, seductive whisper.

"You've been so patient, haven't you?" I murmured, my breath warm against her skin. "Watching me, wanting me. I can see it in your eyes."

I let my hand glide along the curve of her back, fingers trailing down her spine. "Do you feel that, darling? The way your body reacts to me? The way your heart races when I'm near?"

I pressed closer, my chest against her back, my lips barely grazing her neck. "You're mine tonight. Every part of you belongs to me. And I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before."

My hand slipped around her waist, pulling her against me. "You like this, don't you? The anticipation, the way I tease you. It drives you wild, makes you crave my touch even more."

I nipped at her earlobe, my teeth grazing her skin. "I've seen the way you look at me, the fire in your eyes. You want me to take you, to push your limits. And I will, but only when I'm ready. For now, you'll have to wait a little longer."

I inhaled deeply, savouring her scent. Can you feel it? The tension between us? It's electric, irresistible. I'm going to build it up until you can't stand it anymore until you're begging for me.

My voice dropped even lower, a husky whisper. "And when I finally take you, it will be worth every second of this sweet torture. You'll be mine, completely and utterly, and I'll give you everything you desire."

With that, I pulled away slightly, my eyes locking onto hers, a dark, possessive hunger burning within them. "Now, be a good girl and keep watching. Your patience will be rewarded soon enough."

Her heart raced a wild drumbeat in her chest. The mix of jealousy and desire coiled within her, a tight knot of emotions that left her breathless. She wanted to be the sole focus of my attention, to have me all to herself. The teasing, the flirting, it was driving her mad, and she hated that she loved every agonizing second of it.