Chapter 22

CHAPTER 22

SIN

I tried to give her the rules for the night because I don't believe in punishing a submissive if they don't understand the expectations. If she entertains other men while I'm busy, she will be punished. The pain will be excruciating. Her tears won't save her. Only her safe word will stop me from caning her beautiful ass. I am well aware that she was only on Hunter's lap to get to me. There is no doubt in my mind that it wouldn't have gone further than it did. I still don't like what she did, but I trust her. She needs to understand if she pulls a stunt like that again for any reason, the punishment will be severe.

Once we're both dressed, I take her hand in mine and we walk downstairs. Belinda stops us as we step onto the last step. She glances at my girl with a look of disgust before looking at me. "So this is why I couldn't find you to sign the catering bill?"

I arch an eyebrow at her. "Is your hand broken? You suddenly don't know how to sign a piece of paper?"

She crosses her arms over her chest. "It's been taken care of. Sin, can I speak with you privately ?"

The way she bites that last word pisses me off. And now is the time to nip this attitude in the bud, because I know exactly what her problem is.

"Belinda, this is Kierra and you can say whatever you need to in front of her. You should get used to seeing her around."

She looks at Kierra like she's a clump of shit on the bottom of her shoe. "Yeah, I know her. She signed up to sell herself like a whore."

I glance to my left and see my girl lower her head like she's filled with shame and I will not allow that.

"You will never speak like that about her again. And you've just kissed your bonus goodbye. Fucking apologize."

With an obvious bite, Belinda says, "Sorry."

I pull Kierra in close to me. "She's mine and I'm hers. I'll be collaring her soon, so like I said, get used to her presence. She isn't going anywhere."

Belinda isn't a bad person, but she likes to control things around here because, mostly, she is in charge. And she's had this fascination of being my submissive for years. I know she's jealous of Kierra, but she'll have to deal with it because my beautiful girl isn't going away.

Placing my finger and thumb under Kierra's chin as Belinda huffs away in annoyance, I lift her head, "Speak freely, baby girl. Say whatever is going through your head."

With an expression that suggests she bit down on a strong lemon, she glares at me. "You fucked her."

Wrapping my hand around her throat, I chuckle as I lower my lips to her ear. "I have never touched her, baby girl. In the future, if you have a question, you may ask it, but there will be no further accusations. I will be completely honest with you, as you will be with me. I will hide nothing from you, including my past."

When she doesn't respond, I ask, "Understand?"

She averts her gaze but nods, "Yes, Daddy."

I'm fucking obsessed with this woman, but I know there's so little I know about her at this point other than her body. It feels like she's hiding parts of herself away, and I don't like it. She will reveal everything to me. I'll give her the entire fucking world, but only if she exposes every bit of her soul to me. Her body isn't enough. I fucking want it all.

Do I feel the eyes on us and use it as the perfect opportunity to let every dick in my club know she's mine? Of course I do.

I slide my hands into her hair and tilt her head back. She gasps, "People are watching."

Smirking at her, I say, "Good. They'll know you're mine. They won't dare touch what I own."

"Daddy," she whimpers.

I move my hand to her throat and feel her racing pulse against my palm as I slam my lips to hers. She moans into my mouth as I slide my tongue against hers. I know she wants more and so do I. She's coming home with me and I'll never let her go. Tomorrow morning I'll be ordering a specially made collar. Dragging her fingers through my hair, she pulls at the strands with obvious need.

I break our kiss and devour her neck before moving to her ear, "The second we get home, I'll fuck you, and once I start again, I may never stop."

Staring into her flushed face, I'm tempted to leave right now, but I can't. Placing my arm around her waist, I tuck her into my side. "I want to introduce you to a few people."

We cross the room and I notice Bones watching us with interest, so we start there while other people mingle as soft music plays overhead.

He grins, "Was I right or was I right?"

I glare at him, telling him to stop being a dick but admit, "You were."

"Kierra, this is Bones. Bones, Kierra."

He flashes her a devious smile as he brings her hand to his lips and kisses it. "Stunning," he breathes as if he's amazed by her. I don't fucking like it.

"Keep your lips off my girl, Bones. She's mine and I don't share."

He chuckles obnoxiously. "You don't share? Did you forget how? We've shared many times."

I take her hand out of his. "Not this one. Don't even fucking think about it. She's mine. Only mine."

Bones stares at me with amusement and I know he's enjoying this a little too much. "Got it, Casanova."

Kierra wraps her arms around me, and it's different. Normally submissives don't touch me without permission, but I won't lie. I like her like this. Sliding my hand down her back, I cup her ass and lean into her ear, "I changed my mind, baby girl. During dinner, you won't sit beside me, you'll be on my lap."

Ignoring her gasp, I nod to Bones and take her over to our table and sit down and motion for her to join me. She looks embarrassed, but she'll need to get over that quickly.

"Kierra," I warn and she looks around the table and her uneasy gaze lands on Belinda before I grab her waist and pull her onto my lap as they serve our food. I wrap my arm around her waist and hold her close to me as she looks at me with a look I don't deserve. Adoration. Am I aware that Belinda hasn't taken her eyes off of us? Very much. This will need to be dealt with because I won't have her being rude to Kierra. For the moment, I ignore it because now is not the time to deal with her jealousy bullshit.

With my freehand I grab the glass of wine from the table and hand it to my girl, "Want some wine, baby?"

She smiles sweetly, "Thank you, Daddy."

Having her on my damn lap is the sweetest form of torture. I want to take her upstairs and devour that sweet pussy while she cries out for me.

"There are other empty chairs," Belinda says with a roll of her eyes, causing me to clench my fist around the fork in my hand.

It's not me that responds, it's my perfect girl. "Thank you for being so generous, but I've got the best seat in the house."

"Belinda, this is your final warning. You will treat Kierra with respect or you will be out on your ass. Deal with your issues or find a new job. I mean it. I will not have this conversation again."

I don't bother sparing her a glance, but I can feel the heat from her. It would be an absolute shame to fire the woman who has been my right hand for the better part of a decade, but if she can't handle my relationship with Kierra, I will. I won't let anything stand between us. I tried to let her find someone closer to her age, but when she showed up here tonight, flaunting her gorgeous body with another man, I realized I couldn't let anyone else have her. She belongs to me. The right thing is no longer an option. And now that I've made her mine, anybody that tries to divide us will be buried, either figuratively or literally. Either way is fine with me.

I continue feeding her like she's my pet. And I suppose she is. I may be twice her age, but for as long as I walk this earth, I will take care of every need she has. There is nothing she will want for. She sure as hell will never again know what it feels like to be hungry.