Pain Without Love (Complete)

23- I'm Your Passenger

Once again Shawn had caught Mila off guard, instead of turning up in his own clothes ready to change in Room 2 he had turned up dressed and ready to go.

A black tank top clung to his chest and abs as a pair of black cotton shorts hung from his hips, hugging his toned thighs. His dark curls were held back by a charcoal colored headband showcasing his golden coloured eyes.

As soon as he entered the kitchen he kicked off his black and white flip flops in to the shoe box by the door, heading to the kitchen island he sank the tequila shot Mila had left out for him before stalking down the corridor towards room 2 ready to take no shit from anyone

Since he entered her apartment there had been no sighn of Mila and he hadn't been surprised at that, so popping a mint in to his mouth he reached for the door handle to room 2 without ever pausing and then twisting the handle he swung it wide open

'Holy Mary Mother of God'

Shawn just about slammed the door shut again and ran in the opposite direction right there and then

"Fuckin hell Mila" he hadn't meant to say the words out loud, hadn't meant to let her know that she had gotten to him so soon but he currently seemed to have no control over his own body. His temperature soared as his heartbeat trebeled and his dick hardened like a soldier saluting his captain

Mila lay stretched out over a black, leather, chez lounge her ass high in the air and adorned by an array of black leather straps. Her black heels were bound to her waist by cute golden chains and Shawn couldn't decipher between the image of her there bound before him and him hot and on his knees before her

"You were a naughty boy today Shawn" her voice was slow and huskey "so you need to make it up to me before I tell you to piss right off and take your job from you"

Shawn took a step towards the golden ass that had his name written all over it. She was talking tough but for once Shawn saw her vulnerability, her mother had broken her and Shawn had made a mental note to discuss that dynamic with her at some point but tonight there was too much pent up emotion and frustration, too much need to prove herself

She had tried to humiliate him but had bowed to his touch in a way he could never have imagined and now here he was, turning up expecting her to want to punish him for his behavior to find her bent over a leather chez lounge, ass high in the air, waiting for him, for him to choose the direction and pace of the night and he was just about ready to explode with urges and unexplored fantasies

"What the fuck is this Mila?" he tried to sound strong and resolute but he had a hesistance in his voice and that just warmed her up more, she was winning this so far, he was bowing to her

"I'm yours daddy" was all she could manage without laughing, he had been so strong, so brave in the work place but now, faced with animal print, golden buckles and cool, leather surfaces his hesistance was showing

"You were so bold today Shawn, I thought I would give myself over to you and let you show me what a real man like you could do... You aren't scared are you?"

Shawn heaved a breath into his lungs, aware of the game she was playing with him but too entangled in it now to stop

" Stop fuckin talking and turn on to your stomach" he didn't plan to sound so harsh, the words just rushed from him as he reached in to her bedside cabnet and pulled out his hidden treasure, he'd spotted it during one of his earlier visits and had been waiting for the chance to use it

"Close your eyes" he instructed as he slipped the black mask over her head until it covered her eyes completely

"So someone's been a naughty girl to get themselves tied up in this situation" he licked his pointer finger and the dragged it down from the base of her skull to the top of her ass