Dominant & Submissive | 18+

16: Vanilla Sex?

Brielle

I woke up with the shining ray of the sun that was escaping the windshield, but the first thing popped into my mind. —It's Monday morning, and Hera-? Fuck.

Oh no, Hera!

I left my purse in Jace's study. I fetch it and reach for my cell phone: six texts and 19 missed calls from Javier, my mom, and Hera.

*Are you okay, Brielle? *

*Brie, are you with Jace right now or already at our apartment?*

*Damn it, Brie, he fucked you, I knew it*

*Enzo and Enrique are with me in Jace's private airplane*

*I'm almost at Milan, and we'll land very soon*

*Your mom called me, asking about you; she said she couldn't connect with you, so I told her that we were busy with packing and getting ready to move to Milan *

I instantly call Hera. When she doesn't answer, I leave her a groveling message to let her know that I am alive and have not succumbed to Panda, well, not in the sense she would be worried about or perhaps I have.

Oh, this is so confusing. I have to try and categorize and analyze my feelings for Jace De Leon. It's an impossible task. I shake my head in defeat. I need alone time away from here to think. I find two welcome hair ties at the same time in my bag and quickly tie my hair in pigtails.

Yes! The more girly I look, the safer I'll be from my nemesis. I take my iPad out of the bag and plug my headphones in. There's nothing like music to cook by.

I slip it into the breast pocket of Jace's shirt, turn it up loud, and start vibing to my new best song —Meet me at our spot.

His kitchen daunts me. It's sleek and modern, and none of the cupboards have handles. It takes me a few seconds to deduce that I have to push the cupboard doors to open them. Perhaps I should cook Jace breakfast. He was eating a Chickpea the other day

Um, yesterday at your little outing, so much has happened since then. I check in the fridge to see a lot of eggs and decide I want egg sauce. I set about making some batter, dancing my way around the kitchen.

Being busy is good. It allows a bit of time to think but not too deeply.

Music blaring in my ears also helps to stave off deep thought. I came here to spend the night in Jace De Leon's bed and managed it, even though we aren't dating —Yet. I smile. Mission accomplished. I sang along.

Caught a vibe
Baby, are you coming for the ride? (The ride, the ride, the ride)
I want to look into your eyes (your eyes, your eyes)
I want to stay for the night, night, night
When we take a drive
Maybe we can hit the 405
Hypnotized by the lights
Man, this must be the life

I grinned, then I was distracted by the memory of last night: his words, his body, his lovemaking. I close my eyes as my body hums at the recollection, and my muscles contract deliciously deep in my belly. My subconscious scowls at me — So this is what being fucked tastes and feels like?

Not lovemaking, He calls it so raw. He calls it fuck, fucking, not lovemaking. My slutty sinful self, she screams at me like a harpy. I ignore her, but deep down, I know she has a point.

I shake my head to concentrate on the task at hand.
There is a state-of-the-art range. I think I have the hang of it. I need somewhere to keep the egg sauce warm, and I start on the bacon. Willow Smith is singing in my ear about advocating for mental health awareness and helping those who specifically suffer from anxiety.

This song used to mean so much to me. That's because I'm into him. I have never fitted in anywhere, and now, I can get over my anxiety. I have an indecent proposal to consider from the King spell. Why is he this way? Nature or Nurture? It's so alien to anything I know.