City Of Need

4 ❤️‍🔥 Unwrapped

Roxy

If I don't get a handle on myself I could fall quickly for this guy. It's in the way he unwrapped the straps from my ankles - down on one knee - yet still dominating me. The way he hoisted me onto his waist, as if he needed me as close to him as his skin. And now I realize who he is - Jack Ramona from Wolf - holy shit - that makes things a lot more complicated. Here I am hugging shadows to stay under my family's radar and now I'm attaching myself to a guy with a spot light on him. This is not practical. Not sensible. I should be swerving away and running for the back door.

Yet here I am. Being worn like a shirt by the guy everyone wants to fuck.

I was feeling pretty bored by the turn life had taken. Living a normal life with no criminal activity- it's not like I don't deserve a distraction.

'Little Doll...'

Fuck - every time he calls me that my body answers, 'Yes Daddy.'

'It's time for me to walk you home now.'

'Walk?' I screech. The idea of walking home in those stupid shoes.

'Metaphorically speaking, I mean,' he smirks. 'It's a British thing. What it actually means is, I'm going to drive you home. Then you're going to invite me inside. And then, if it feels right, we'll get to know each other a little better.'

His hands are on my ass now, holding my weight as he lifts me higher and kisses me again.

'And then once we've got to know each other, we can discuss the rules.' His hands squeeze my ass. 'Discuss how this works and who belongs to whom.'

I know the drill on this. He wants me to sub, he wants to dom. I'll belong to him and he'll belong to no one. 'Yeah, I don't think so,' I say and watch his eyes go wide with surprise. 'I've been down this road before and it always ends with me on the floor. Alone.'

'Little Doll, I'm not some stereotype. I'm not playing a game with you. I want you to be mine. I'm not going to leave you alone... unless you ask me to.'

'Sure,' I roll my eyes at that. 'You're different from all the rest. Right?!'

I'm expecting him to go crazy at that, but instead he laughs and holds me tighter. 'I guess I'm just going to have to prove it Little Doll. Will you give me the chance to do that?'

I narrow my eyes. Hmmm. Maybe I should give him a shot. Maybe give myself a shot to. But what do I really want?

'Can I be honest?' I ask.

'I expect nothing less,' he smiles.

Ok here goes - I'll tell him the truth. I'll tell him what I want. Then he can leave... or maybe stay. But I can't go through another ridiculous relationship where I sacrifice everything and then get left anyway.

'Ok, Jack Ramona. I don't want to be your girlfriend, I want to be your lover. I won't be your dependent, I'll be your alliance, with you & for you. Can you let go of your ideas of possession so that we can belong to each other? Can I let go of this trap of submission in order to grow? Can we be more than a trope? Because if we can't be all these things, leave now. I won't hold it against you.'

He's stopped dancing me around the club. In fact he's so still that I wonder if he's about to have a heart attack.

'Roxy, that is exactly what I want.'

'You do?'

'Yes. I do.'

I hug him tight then and he starts to sway with the music. And then he says, 'You know my last name, Little Doll.'

My heart somersaults as I realize my mistake. But he laughs and says, 'So there is someone in London who has actually hear of me!'

I laugh and he kisses me.

'I'm ready for you to walk me home now Jack Romona.'

'Excellent Little Doll, and by the way, it's "Daddy" to you. We may not be stereotypes, but I think you'll find that we both still love the game.'

'Oh Daddy, I think we do indeed.'