I noisily inhale air and fall onto my bed. Fuck, he's a human too, he was reaching out to me... Did I make a mistake about him? Was I so afraid of De Niro that I didn't see something more in him than just a cannibal? I run my fingers through my hair. Too many thoughts. Too much confusion. And his kiss... God... so careful and reverent. Was he even vanilla or am I not the only fucking domina?
I've never been a romantic, I've always preferred wild animal sex and running away in the morning. I fucked my subs after the session and ran away from them with the first rays of the sun, happy and joyful. With Hyde it was the other way around: he would leave after sessions and I would wake up alone. And I liked it. But now I feel like I want more. With the one who ruined my life. No, that's wrong. He's a monster, he's a cannibal. What if he demands that I become Dark, if I love him. I'm not cruel, I'm not a murderer and I can't be like him... It's too complicated, too impossible.
To distract myself from sad thoughts, I sit down at my laptop and immediately receive a letter from Daphne with an electronic version of the contract. Smiling, I forward it to Edward and the board of directors of my company. Then I download the new season of Doctor Who, put on my headphones and relax. The story of Rory and Amy captivates me so much that I don't notice how I fall asleep...
...Strong hands caress my body. I arch and moan out loud. Robert's mouth swallows my nipple, and a clawed hand squeezes my throat. I feel completely free, I bury my fingers in his hair and feel waves of orgasm throughout my body...
I open my eyes. What a dream! I had sex with my tormentor. And as far as I understood, vanilla sex in the forest by the fire. And the most surprising thing is that I felt comfortable and calm with him. Lincoln, you're crazy. He touched me... gently... Oh shit... Okay, I like him. But we have no future. We are too harsh, too bossy, too straightforward... Too much of everything. I'm not ready to be his submissive, and he won't give me vanilla. And I need it.
A knock on the door distracts me from thinking about Robert. The guy from the reception is standing on the threshold and hands me a bouquet of roses. This time they are white. I take the bouquet and give the guy a generous tip.
Inside the bouquet I find a note:
Will you go on a date with me, Lena :)?
Oh no, not like that Mr. De Niro! I decided to give him a chance, but on one condition. I put the bouquet in water and go to my laptop. I can't stop smiling as I type.
From: Elena Lincoln
To: Robert De Niro
Date: 07/15/2013
Subject: Date The flowers are nice, thank you. About the date... hmm... I think I can go somewhere with you if you save me three times. It doesn't matter how or from what, but save me. A good Dominant protects his sub.
I send the letter and call Sophie. Her phone is off, strange... I hope she's okay.
Robert's POV.
The ball knocks down the pins and Isaac lets out a victory cry. He comes up to me and I clink glasses with him from a bottle of beer. It's a great summer day and we're having a great time. Drinking beer and playing bowling. Along the way, he tells me about Lena. My Lena.
From Isaac's story, I realized that Elena is a very responsible, honest and obliging girl. She always gave Isaac money for travel and packed him breakfast to take to the university when she stayed at his place. At the same time, they didn't sleep in the same bed. Usually, she would settle down in the living room by the fireplace and fall asleep watching the flames. In BDSM, she was fair and monitored his condition during the sessions. In this, she is strikingly different from me. I just take pleasure from my girls, and I don't give a shit how they feel. But with her, I will have to be caring and patient.
- By the way, my sister and Miss Lincoln signed the contract, and they are business partners. They did the deal at home and both were very happy with it, - Isaac says casually.
I see... Miss Lincoln beat me to it here too. What a cunning and sly woman. I think the idea to sign the papers at home came from Elena, because Daphne doesn't have the brains for it. Elena is very smart and beautiful, a dangerous combination. And that's what makes me want her even more...
In the evening, Elena was almost going to bed when suddenly a sharp noise distracted her from her peace and bliss. The girl went out into the hallway and saw Sophie, who was unsuccessfully trying to get into her room. Miss Taylor reeked of alcohol, her hair was disheveled, and her clothes were torn in several places.
- Where have you been? - Elena asked menacingly, crossing her arms over her chest. Sophie turned around.
- And why does this concern you? I was with Josh, we went to the movies, then drank wine under the bridge, and then fucked, - Taylor answered boldly.
- You promised to call, I'm worried, - Elena was seriously scared. This girl who stood in front of her was not like the sweet, docile Soph, with whom they played Robin Hood as children, went to the movies and learned to put on makeup under Mia's guidance. Now Miss Taylor was bold, impudent and defiant.
- You are not my mother, Elena. And if you are jealous that I have a personal life, then this is your problem, Sweetheart. You need to hang out less in BDSM clubs and beat up guys for sex. Although you can't do otherwise, you are our poor thing with a crippled psyche. You need a session to get excited. It can be cured, El. It can be cured with normal relationships. But you are comfortable being a Domina. Well, be it. You'll end up with a vibrator and 40 cats, - Taylor finally gave in to the door and she entered her room.
Elena sighed sadly. God, what happened to her friend? Did this Josh turn her into a complete drunk and slut?
No one ever reproached Elena for her lifestyle. Yes, Christian was unhappy with it, but he never called his daughter ugly or perverted. He joked about it, joked good-naturedly, and his jokes did not hurt Lincoln.
And Sophie's words, poison poured out of them. God, why? She didn't have enough problems with Robert and her feelings, and now Sophie started to get mad for no apparent reason.
Elena entered her room, got dressed and went down to the restaurant and sat almost the whole night over a glass of cola and spaghetti, thinking about what Taylor said. She was offended to hear it from her best friend.
Elena greeted the morning of July 16th checking her mail. She calmed down a bit and waited for Sophie, hoping that she would apologize.
"Hey," Miss Taylor looked at her timidly. Elena raised her head.
"Hi," Elena said, smiling warmly and taking a sip of coffee.
"Sorry about yesterday. I was drunk and said too much. But you understand, don't worry too much about me. I'm a grown girl and I'll deal with all my problems myself," Sophie went to Elena and hugged her.
The girls hugged each other warmly and went downstairs to have breakfast together.
Elena's POV.
I quickly forgot about yesterday and together with Sophie enjoyed the cloudy London morning. Eating pizza and washing it down with juice, we chatted about trifles when suddenly I notice De Niro's secretary from the office at the door of the hotel. He looks around and, noticing us, goes to our table. I tense up at the sight of him. I know that Robert's office workers are dark. And it's quite possible that this young man is one of them.
"Josh," Sophie jumps up and throws herself on his neck. The brunette hugs her and kisses her passionately. Fuck, my best friend is making out with a dark guy, in the middle of a crowded restaurant.
"Hello, sunshine. Do you remember that we're going to my Boss's ball tonight?" Hutcherson's words burn me. She's a victim. They'll eat her there...
"Of course I remember, Josh. I'll be downstairs around 9:00 p.m." I hear Sophie's words and break out in a sweat. Does she know who she's going to see?
I quickly get up and go to Sophie. I literally drag her away from the impudent brunette by force and lead her away from the restaurant. I won't lose my friend. I won't let that impudent Hutcherson mess with her head. I won't!