The Price of Obedience Pt. 02

The Price of Obedience Pt. 02

Ch.4

Brianna weaved her way through the restaurant expecting a tap on the shoulder or a hand to stop her, but there was none. She forced herself not to look back. She was used to always getting her way when she threw her little tantrums, but it seemed as though this time, it was not to be. When she reached the main foyer she finally looked back only to see that no one was following her. Adrian had stayed true to his word. He didn't chase. Her heart sank. Part of her wanted to go back and ask him, no, to beg him to continue the date but her wounded pride refused to let her.

Steeling herself, Brianna looked outside the elegant doors at the busy street. It was dark. Crap. In her haste to prove just how unaffected she was, she had forgotten that she had no ride. The last thing she wanted was to be caught waiting in the foyer for an Uber. Pushing open the doors, she walked outside into the night air. She pulled out her phone to order a ride.

"Miss Keyes?" came a male voice from her left.

Her heart lifting she looked up. It was a man in a dark suit, standing by a sleek black car. It was not Adrian. She tried to hide the disappointment in her face. "Yes?" she asked apprehensively. How did he know her name?

"I'm Mr. Reynolds, Mr. West's chauffeur, he asked me to check if you needed a ride home."

Brianna was confused. "Doesn't he need a ride back as well?"

The chauffeur inclined his head slightly. "Mr. West drove here himself tonight. I was merely on standby in the area."

Brianna raised her eyebrows at that but didn't comment. She bit her lip. Was accepting his ride an admission of subservience? No, it was just a ride for heaven's sake. Besides, the last thing she wanted was to wait for an Uber for the next twenty minutes outside of Le Seraphin. She had an image to uphold.

Noting her acceptance, the chauffeur opened the door to the car. Brianna stared. The interior was pure luxury. It smelled of leather with a faint hint of the same expensive cologne that Adrian wore. There was even a partition dividing the driver from the backseat. She gripped her clutch and slid inside. The door closed softly behind her, muffling the noises from the street. Mr. Reynolds got in the front and they pulled off smoothly, barely making a jolt as they navigated the road. As Brianna leaned back into the leather seats, she checked her DM's. Still nothing from Adrian. He'd message her. Surely.

Brianna had Mr. Reynolds drop her off a few blocks from her building in West Village. She waited a few minutes for the driver to leave before heading to her brownstone. She wasn't sure she wanted Adrian to know where she lived. She unlocked the door to her apartment and stepped inside. The events of the night were exhausting and it was almost 11 pm. She kicked off her Louboutins and padded across the floor to her bedroom. She took another look at herself in the mirror before carefully unzipping her dress and hanging it up in her closet.

She turned on the water tap and drew a bath while she brushed her teeth. The warm water helped soothe her nerves and her annoyance ebbed. She let out a sigh of contentment, sinking lower into the water. She picked up her phone and checked her DM's again, unable to help herself. She had quite a few missed texts from her best friend Elaine. She wasn't in the mood for an interrogation about her evening and she decided she'd respond to her later. Her Instagram stories from tonight's dinner were popping off. Still nothing from Adrian. She reread his messages and stopped again on the picture of the flogger. She felt another twinge of annoyance and put her phone down again. Arrogant bastard. He had no idea what he was talking about. She wasn't a brat and she certainly didn't need anyone, least of all him to 'put her in her place'.

After she was thoroughly clean. She dried herself off and pulled on an oversized T-shirt and some pajama bottoms before climbing under her comfy sheets. Sleep refused to come. She tossed and turned, but her thoughts kept turning back to Adrian. There was something in his manner that just drew her to him that she had never experienced before. The way his voice had taken a deeper and more controlling timber had awakened something within her she had never realized.

Letting out a huff of annoyance she quickly slipped out of bed and turned on her computer. Brianna opened up a browser in incognito mode and pulled up a search engine. She typed bondage into the image search. Curiously, her hands shaking a little from anticipation, she turned off the safe search. Immediately, her screen was filled with images of women dressed in scandalous leather outfits or naked and restrained in various positions. She gasped. Unable to help herself, she clicked on an image of a pretty girl who was wearing a black pair of panties and nothing else. She was lying on her back on top of a bondage table with ankles and wrists shackled to a spreader bar above her head. In her mouth was some sort of metal gag that held her jaw open in an O.

Brianna felt her pulse quicken as she stared at the image, unable to look away. She couldn't help but imagine herself in that humiliating position with the handsome Adrian looking imperiously down at her. She felt the heat pooling between her legs and she lifted her legs on to the black leather office chair. Her hand slipped beneath her white pajama bottoms. Her fingers hooked under the elastic waistband of her thin pink cotton panties and she touched herself. Breathing heavily, she rubbed her clitoris in slow circles, her chest rising and falling. She closed her eyes and pictured herself in the spreader bar. The thought of herself so shamefully displayed and so vulnerable before Adrian made her incredibly aroused. Unable to help herself, she moaned.

"Oohhh ohhhhhhh."

She began to rub her clit furiously, her hand moving from side to side. Her middle finger slipped easily inside of her engorged sex where she was already soaking wet. Her strokes became more and more frantic and she arched her back in the chair, leaning it backwards, her toes gripping onto the fibers of her lush carpet. The room filled with the smell of her musk mixed with the scent of her peach shampoo. She couldn't hold back any longer and she finally gave in to the pleasure. Letting out a sigh she slumped back into her chair, spent.

After sitting there for a few moments, her breathing gradually returned to normal and she got up to clean herself up. She clambered back into her bed and pulled the covers over herself, finally succumbing to a restful slumber.

Ch. 5

Brianna awoke late the next morning to find herself drooling into her pillows. She yawned and stretched, feeling more rested than she had in days. She checked her phone. 11:00 AM. Damn. She had really slept in. Elaine had sent her 5 more texts while she was asleep. She groaned.

Opening up the call menu, Brianna dialed Elaine. She picked up on the first ring.

E: Hey! Where've you been! I texted you like a billion times last night.

B: It was a crazy night.

E: Yea I'll say. Why didn't you tell me you had reservations at Le Seraphin. I thought you said they'd never give you one!

B: It just happened yesterday.

E: Uh huh. You're telling me they just let you in on the day of?

B: Yes. Look, I didn't make the reservations. My date did.

E: What?! Who was your date? Warren Buffet?

B: Uhm, kind of?

E: No wayyyy! How come you always get the best dates! How'd it go?

B: Uhm..

E: Ah, typical.

B: Hey! This time it wasn't my fault. He was really rude and kept calling me a brat!

E: Well you are kind of a brat.

B: That's not what he meant.

E: Please tell me there's a second date! Maybe if he has a hot friend, we can double. I want to go to Le Seraphin soo bad.

B: I don't know. Maybe. I'm still waiting for him to message me back.

E: Ah, letting him sweat are you? Genius.

B: Uh. Yeah. Anyway, let's go to the Ambiance and catch up. I'll give you all the deets.

E: Alright, see ya soon!

B: Byeee!

When Brianna finally made it to the Ambiance, Elaine was already waiting there impatiently, her foot tapping on the tiled floor of the rooftop bar. She had managed to snag them a corner seat with a view of the New York skyline.

"So, tell me all about Mr. Mysterious. How'd you guys meet?" asked Elaine as Brianna approached. She got up and grabbed Brianna's hand practically dragging her to the seat. She sat across from Brianna and gave her an attentive look.

Brianna took a deep breath. Then she launched into her story about how he had slid into her DMs, the bondage implications, the whole mysterious wealth he had, and ended with her storming out of the restaurant.

"Whew, he actually told you to beg him?" asked Elaine with a grimace. "Well that's a red flag if ever I heard one."

"Right? That's what I thought." said Brianna.

"Do you have his picture by the way?"

Brianna pulled out her iPhone and showed Adrian's profile.

"Damnn well... he is kind of cute not gonna lie." said Elaine, letting out a low whistle. "And he is really rich."

Brianna snorted. "I don't want his money."

"Maybe just let him sweat it out. He'll come crawling back." said Elaine.

Brianna nodded, though she didn't seem as sure.

"Anyway, you wanna go to Hudson Yards? A few of the girls were looking to freshen up their wardrobe." asked Elaine.

Brianna's face lit up. "Yeah, let's go." she said, eager for the distraction.

They spent the rest of the afternoon shopping and gossiping with their friends. Brianna had so much fun she forgot completely about last night's debacle. Adrian's lack of a response had left her mind. However, when she had returned to her apartment and saw her computer she was reminded instantly of her alone time the previous night. She flushed red. She was NOT a rope bunny, she told herself adamantly. She checked her DMs again. Still nothing. Annoyed, she paced around her room. Why wasn't he checking up on her? All of her previous dates would've come groveling immediately if she had left their dates like that. No, this was another one of his stupid tests. She was not going to break first.

The minutes ticked by. Well, he had gotten his driver to drop her off. Maybe she should send him a short thank you.

Opening up the app on her phone she loaded up the DMs. She struggled for a few minutes with what to write. She didn't want to come off as desperate but she also didn't want to seem too rude. Before she could talk herself out of it she typed a quick message and hit send.

Thanks for sending your driver. I didn't expect it but I appreciate it.

She grinned. Let him make of that what he would.

You're welcome.

That was it? She blinked. Grrrr. She tossed her phone on the bed. Fine. If he didn't want to make an effort then why should she. Her resolve lasted all of five minutes. She snatched up her phone again typing out a new message.

If we had continued our date last night, what would you have done?

She sat down on her bed, hugging a pillow as she waited for his reply.

We would have continued the evening in my penthouse.

Her heart skipped a beat, and her fingers raced to type out a message, but before she could--

"Of course..."

Brianna's eyes flicked back to the screen, her breath catching.

"There would've been the small matter of your punishment."

Her mouth went dry.

Punishment? She blinked at the message, her pulse quickening as her mind raced. Was he joking? Her cheeks flushed as images she hadn't meant to think about flooded her mind. She shook her head, trying to brush them away.

Punishment?

Her fingers shook as she typed out her question.

Yes, Miss Keyes. Your punishment. First, for taking your phone out and filming our dinner. Second, for not putting your phone away immediately and taking another photo. And third, for storming off like a brat.

Her breath caught in her throat and she felt herself becoming wet again.

What would my punishment be?

A short pause.

You'll just have to find out for yourself in person. Sometimes these things require a firm hand.

She let out a small gasp upon reading his message. Quickly she typed.

Perhaps you could show me?

Another pause.

You have only to ask.

What did he mean? Hadn't she just asked? Then the realization dawned on her and her face flushed red with embarrassment. Biting down her pride she slowly typed out.

Please?

She could almost feel his smirk through her phone screen.

I'll send my driver over.

Do you need my address?

I already know it. I have my ways.