Discipline & Desire

Chapter 8

There were only 2 suites on our floor. They were tucked at the end of the hall of the normal rooms. Both entrances were adjacent to each other. Gregory placed the gold key into the hole and opened the door. The room had peach walls, golden drapery and golden silk sheets on the bed. Standing with my back turned to the bed, Gregory stood in front of me and slid his hands down my shoulders. Along with it, the straps of my cowl neck dress fell.

"Extravagant." He observed while removing his mask. I wore a white structured bra. My garter belt hugged my curves and kept up my nylon stockings. The lace of my translucent panties matched the delicate lace of my bra above. I stood with my legs apart, causing him to get down on one knee and slowly lick up my thigh. He left a small lick on the fabric of my thin, lace panties.

"Alright, lie down, darling." He stood up, rubbing his erection through his pants. I laid down on the bed behind me and put my knees up. Gregory held my knees and spread my legs open, looking at his prize between them.

Laying on top of me, he pushed his crotch into mine as he held onto my hip. We groaned together as I placed my fingers in his hair. He continued moving himself along me, I knew what I had to do next. I looked up over to the side table, then down at the chair where I left my coat.

"I'm ready, where's the rubber?" Gregory asked as he got up onto his knees and began unbuckling his belt.

With the warm of embarrassment in my cheeks, I gave him a smile and slightly closed my legs around him. "I'm not exactly sure."

"What do you mean by that?" He asked with furrowed eyebrows. I gave him a pout as I sat up on my elbows, Gregory still was kneeling on his knees between my legs.

"I forgot my purse downstairs." I admitted. His face seemed disappointed. I placed my hand at his collar and rubbed around his collar bone, smoothly loosening his bow tie. Then, I took his unraveled bow tie and slid it down between my breasts. "That doesn't mean that we have to use one."

He looked down as he pondered his next course of action. His hands still were gripped around his belt as he kneeled between my legs. I bit my lip as I took his tie and placed it onto panties, slowly sliding it along the indent of my slit in the fabric. Gregory's lips parted, I could tell he deeply considered risking it all.

However— "I think it's best you go back down and get it for us, then."

I exhaled, the persona and show I was putting on melted away into annoyance. With shaded eyes, I answered him. "Okay."

Gregory gave me room to get off the bed and laid on his back while he got his pants off. He palmed himself through the fabric of his boxers. "I'll keep myself prepared while you're away."

"You do that." I answered a little too quickly. Freezing in my steps, I turned back around in a much more warm fashion. "I can't wait, honey."

Picking up my dress off the floor, I began to slip it back on. In the gold baroque mirror that hung on the wall, I could see Gregory gazing at me put on my dress. Walking to the door, I opened it. Looking back, I realized something. "You'll be here to open the door?"

"Of course." Gregory reassured. As I shut the door, the slamming echoed throughout the hall. My hips feverishly swayed as I walked down the hall. As I passed, I noticed two people walking down the hall in the opposite direction. It was Yula and the mystery man. He still wore his mask that concealed the face that every girl wanted to know about.

I stared at them confidently without a care in the world. The man paused, even with Yula on his arm. His eyes followed me as I made my way down the hall. Although I never looked back, I knew his eyes were still on me after I passed them.

After returning to the club, I searched high and low for my purse. I couldn't find it anywhere, I'd officially given up. Violet spotted me and tried to give me a hand, but she was also heavily hyped up on snow.

"Maybe it's up there!" She pointed at the ceiling. Then, she stepped up onto a chair and then onto the table. "I'm sure it's somewhere we just have to find it you know I saw it with you and then I saw you left and then I noticed you left it behind so I took myself but then the mystery guy said he'd return it to you so I gave it to him and then now you're here—"

"Woah, woah, woah. Mystery guy?" I asked with risen eyebrows. "Why the hell would he take my purse?"

"You know, there was a reason but at that point I had just done another line and I really don't remember, you know?" Violet quickly answered.

"Did you ever find out who he was?" I asked her as I squinted my eyes. Her foot uncontrollably began stomping on the table she stood on. She lifted her hand up and touched the damp ceiling of the basement.

"Ummmm.... did I find out? Yes— no. Maybe. Can't remember. Where's your purse?" Violet said as she began patting her hand along the ceiling.

I walked across the room towards the door. The music was slow at this point, the only people left were the high and there were large messes along the floor. The ashtrays were filled, the glasses and bottles were empty. Traces of confetti were everywhere.

I tried to figure out exactly who would care enough to take my purse for me. He must've wanted me for himself. As long as he's paying, I don't mind.

As I walked down the hall, I went to the end that had the entrances to the two suites on that floor. Between the doors stood the man, his mask still on. His back was leaned against the wall, one leg was crossed over the other. His arms were crossed, but under one of them in his hand I could see my purse.

"Excuse me." I called out as I walked toward him.