Page 11 of His Darkest Desires


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CHAPTER

7

Archer

Iwasn't ready to tellSloane my secrets yet, but after seeing her at the club tonight dressed as sexy as fuck, there was no way in hell I was going to just leave her there. Logan was a good enough guy, but I still wouldn't hesitate to kick the shit out of him if he continued to touch what wasmine.Now that she'd seen me at the club, I knew she was going to be full of questions, but I need to maintain control of this situation and tell her how I wanted to.

Not how she wants to dig it out of me.

Sloane's phone beeping with a text dragged me away from my thoughts. Looking over at her, I could see by the tense look on her face that it had to be that prick, Jared. "Is that him looking for you?"

Jerking her head up in surprise, she stammered over her words. "Ah, y-yeah, it is. I-I don't know what I should tell him," she confessed, looking guilty for even feeling guilty about his feelings in my presence.

"Just be honest and tell him that you're with me... where you belong."

A shadow of anger crossed over her face as she twisted her whole body in the seat to face me. "I'm not going to do that through a text Archer, that's too cold. And who's to say I belong to you? You still haven't told me anything about what you were doing at that club tonight. Yeah, you said you're a Dom, but what the hell does that even mean? Do you go there a lot? Are you a member? How many women have you had as subs? Do you have sex with all of them?"

Knowing I needed to grab a hold of the reins with her, I snapped back my answer. "Look! I wasn't ready to tell you anything about that part of my life just yet! But since you were there tonight when I walked in, you've given me no other choice. I will explain it to you on my terms, not yours. Do. You. Understand me?" Nodding her head, she turned her whole body towards the passenger window and stared out at the passing city lights without another word, making me feel like a total asshole. We made the rest of the drive in silence, allowing us both to hopefully cool off.

Pulling into the garage, I parked my car and killed the engine. Taking a deep breath, I looked over at her. "I'm sorry I snapped at you, okay?"

Turning towards me, she whispered. "Maybe you should just take me home, Archer. You're obviously upset with me and I don't want to force you to tell me anything that you're not ready to."

Cradling her face in my hands, I kissed her forehead. "No. I brought you all this way and put you through enough shit over this whole thing. So no, I'm not taking you home. The only thing I'm going to do is take you upstairs and tell you what I'm about and then you can make the decision for yourself as to whether or not you still want to be with me."

"Okay."

We got out of the car and took the quiet ride up in the elevator. As we walked inside of my place, I asked her. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Some wine would be nice, might help me unwind a bit."

"Okay, but only one glass, I want your mind and body present tonight." With a confused look on her face, I told her. "Have a seat on the couch. I'll be right back." Walking back into the room with our drinks, I handed her the glass of wine as I took the seat next to her. "So, did you know what kind of club you were going to tonight before you got there?"

"No, I didn't. I didn't find out until I was literally standing at the front door of the club."

"And you still went in?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, what was I supposed to do? Go running off, screaming in the opposite direction? I'm not a prude, Archer."

"I never said that. But you could have easily called a cab to come and pick you up if you didn't want to go inside... but you didn't. You wanted to go in."

Watching her bodies reaction and expressions, I could tell she was choosing her explanation carefully. "I made sure to ask Logan that nothing would be expected of us if we walked through that door. When he told me no, I felt like we were safe with him, so we went in."

Not liking the fact that she felt safe with another man when it wasmyjob to make her feel safe, I tried like hell to keep my jealousy under control. "I didn't like seeing you with him there tonight. It should have been me to show you that world, not him or your friends."

Staring at me for a moment, she finally asked in a small voice. "Then why didn't you, Archer? Why didn't you trust me enough to show me that side of you?"

Chuckling at her question, I rubbed my hands down over my face. "It's not really something you justtellsomeone, Sloane. There's a lot of conflicting opinions about what I do there. Some call it erotic while others call it degrading and abusive. But what those people that call it degrading or abusive don't understand is the feeling of release it gives to a sub; it can't be compared to anything you've ever felt before. And as a Dom, I can tell you there is no greater satisfaction than knowing you're the one in total control of someone's pleasure during that euphoric release."

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