The Price of Obedience Pt. 03

The Price of Obedience Pt. 03

Ch. 6

Brianna felt a chill run down her spine as she read his last message. He knew where she lived? How? She had been so careful to not let anything slip to his driver.

How?

Her fingers hovered over the send button. She deleted it. It sounded too weak. She was giving him too much control. Her phone buzzed again.

My driver will be there in 20 minutes. Don't keep me waiting.

She felt her pulse quicken at his words.

I'll be ready.

Another pause.

Good girl.

Good girl. Those two simple words sent a thrill through her that she couldn't explain. She hated how easily he could manipulate her, yet also had a strange sense of calm at his words. It was like he knew exactly how to push her buttons. Knew exactly how to ensnare her.

A distant honking brought her to her senses. Crap. She only had twenty minutes to figure out what she was going to wear to his penthouse. She ran to her wardrobe, rifling through her outfits. She needed something sexy but didn't scream desperate. Something elegant and sensual to show her class, but a little understated.

Her eyes lit up. She had found what she was searching for. She pulled out a white Naadam off the shoulder cashmere sweater and held it against her body. Perfect. She paired it with beige silk trousers for an extremely elegant and classy look. She quickly changed into her new outfit and admired herself in the full length mirror- turning on her heels a bit to check out the different angles. She pulled her hair back in a low ponytail and let it drape down her back. Stunning. Cool, calm, collected, and confident. She smiled. She'd be the one in control.

Her phone buzzed. She picked it up. She had a text from an unknown number.

Miss Keyes, this is Mr. Reynolds. I'm outside, whenever you are ready.

She blinked. How did he have her number? Had she given it to Adrian yesterday? She racked her brains trying to remember. It must've slipped her mind.

I'll be right there!

Brianna hesitated over her clutch bag from last night and decided to go with her shoulder bag instead. Pulling on her favorite pair of fur boots by the door, she headed outside. Mr. Reynolds was standing by his sleek black luxury sedan.

"Miss Keyes." He bowed and opened the rear door as she approached.

She nodded at him and got in, sinking into the plush leather seat. Brianna fidgeted in her seat, her fingers lightly tapping against her thigh as the car glided out onto the busy Manhattan streets. She stared out the window at the cars and people around them, butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

"Is everything alright, Miss Keyes?" Mr. Reynolds' voice was calm, soothing. His eyes met hers briefly in the rearview mirror.

Brianna forced a smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Just a little nervous," she admitted.

Mr. Reynolds nodded understandingly, giving her a small smile. "Mr. West tends to have that effect on people."

They settled back into an easy silence. For a few minutes, the only sound was the gentle hum of the engine and the occasional rustle of the city outside. The silence stretched, and Brianna's mind wandered -- back to Adrian's messages, back to his knowing smirk, back to the way his words made her feel things she wasn't ready to admit.

She needed a distraction.

"How long have you worked for him?" she asked, her voice breaking the stillness.

Mr. Reynolds glanced at her again in the mirror before replying. "A little over six years now."

"Wow... that's a long time."

"It is." There was a touch of warmth in his voice. "Mr. West is... demanding. But he's fair."

"Demanding?" Brianna let out a small snort. "I can see that."

Mr. Reynolds didn't laugh but Brianna could see just a hint of amusement playing around his eyes. "Let's just say he expects a certain standard."

Brianna's mind immediately went to last night's conversation. A firm hand.

She shifted in her seat, her thighs pressing together involuntarily. "And... do you like working for him?"

"I wouldn't still be here if I didn't," Mr. Reynolds said simply.

Her curiosity was piqued. "Has he ever... I mean... brought someone home like this before?" She tried to sound casual, but her voice betrayed her curiosity.

Mr. Reynolds' expression remained unreadable, although again, his eyes betrayed just the slightest hint of amusement. "That's not for me to say, Miss Keyes."

Brianna's lips pressed into a pout. Of course, he wouldn't spill any secrets. They settled back into silence.

"We're almost there," he said a moment later, his tone returning to its usual professionalism as they pulled into the underground garage. Brianna sat up staring at row after row of expensive looking luxury cars parked inside. Clearly the people who lived in this building were a different breed. Finally, Mr. Reynolds eased into a reserved parking space in a corner, next to two cars that immediately stood out to her, even amidst all of the others.

Mr. Reynolds parked the car and got out, walking around to open her door for her. Brianna got out, reaching back in to snag her bag. As he closed the door behind her, Brianna couldn't help but stare at the two cars parked to the left of them. Mr. Reynolds followed her gaze and smiled.

"That is an Aston Martin Vanquish and the other is a Bentley Continental GT." He said, pointing first at the silver chrome sports car and then at the navy blue luxury car.

Brianna didn't know much of anything about cars but even she had heard of the Vanquish, thanks to James Bond movies.

"Wow... who owns those?" she breathed out.

Mr. Reynolds chuckled wryly. "Mr. West enjoys variety."

Her eyes widened. "You mean he owns all three of these?" She asked, gesturing at the neatly parked luxury cars.

Mr. Reynolds only smiled and proceeded to guide her to a private elevator. Holding his keycard against a panel, the polished metal doors slid open to invite them. He gestured for her to enter.

She gingerly stepped inside. He reached in and pressed a button. Then the chauffeur gave her a small wink as the doors slid closed. "Good luck, Miss Keyes."

The elevator ascended. The smooth hum of the elevator filled the otherwise silent space as she stood alone, her reflection captured in the polished metal walls. She adjusted her bag on her shoulder, her fingers lightly grazing the soft cashmere of her sweater as she swallowed hard.

He owned not one but three cars. Each one by itself was probably worth more than most people's houses. And now she was taking a private elevator to the penthouse of a luxury residence in West Soho. Just what had she gotten herself into?

The small ding of the elevator pulled her out of her thoughts.

The doors slid open, and Brianna stepped out into an entryway that could've belonged to a five-star hotel.

Polished white marble floors gleamed beneath her boots. Modern art pieces lined the walls -- bold splashes of color standing in sharp contrast to the minimalist elegance of the space. However, her eyes were drawn elsewhere. She took a hesitant step forward, staring directly ahead at the floor-to-ceiling windows that dominated the far end of the space. Her breath caught in her throat.

The New York skyline stretched out before her, a glittering sea of lights that seemed to pulse with life even from this high up. It was mesmerizing -- a sight she'd only ever dreamed of seeing this close. Brianna looked around for Adrian, but he was nowhere to be seen. Should she wait for him before exploring? Unable to help herself, she approached the window, her silk trousers swishing against each other as she walked- fur boots padding softly on the marble tiles. She stared down at the cars below- transformed into tiny specks. She reached out a hand hesitantly to touch the surface of the glass.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

The deep, velvety voice came from behind her. She started and turned around to see Adrian standing on the second level, looking down on her. He was wearing a tailored black fit shirt and tan slacks. He was leaned against the iron railing, his elbows on the surface with his hands clasped together- head perched atop his hands. He still wore that same smirk.

"Sorry, I didn't see you and I just..." she trailed off.

Straightening, he walked down the steps of the spiral staircase and strode over to her. Each step, measured and deliberate, his eyes never leaving hers.

As Adrian neared, he took her hand and lifted it over her head, twirling her slowly around in a circle as he looked at her.

"Stunning." he said, causing her to blush. Though she had grown accustomed to receiving compliments on a daily basis, there was something about it coming from Adrian that made her heart flutter. She looked up at him, hoping he wouldn't notice her blush or her pulse quickening in his hand.

He tilted his head and nodded at the window, at the spectacular view. "Thoughts?" he asked as he let go of her.

Brianna swallowed, trying to gather her thoughts. She shook her head and stared out the window.

"I always wondered what it would be like to be here. To be looking down on the rest of the city. To be at the top." she said, staring down at the busy street below-- the cars slowly moving along, the people bustling along the crowded sidewalks.

"And?" prompted Adrian, his lip curling into a half smile.

Her gaze lingered a moment longer on the view before turning back to him. "And... it's so peaceful. Yet so lonely." she said softly.

Adrian paused, his smirk slowly fading as he contemplated her answer. "It can be lonely at the top. But, one can always find... distractions." He gently took hold of her ponytail- twisting the golden strands slightly beneath his fingers.

He gave it a light tug, just enough to tilt her head up. He put a hand at the small of her back and pulled her into his embrace. His other hand came up to her chin, tilting her face until she was looking squarely at him. "Are you ready to be that distraction, Miss Keyes?"

"I..." His touch was making it hard for her to think straight. "I-"

"Have you thought more about what we talked about?"

Finally finding her voice she nodded. "I want to know what it's like to be punished." She whispered, looking up at him.

He cupped her face, his intense grey eyes staring into her own green eyes. "Are you sure?"

She nodded. Her heart pounded in her chest. Oh God, what had she gotten herself into?

He let go of her and took a seat on the sleek black armchair facing the skyline. He sat back, casually draping an arm across the back of the armrest, looking every bit like a king on a throne.

"Take off your trousers." he commanded, his eyes darkening.

Brianna blanched. Here? In front of the floor to ceiling windows? In full view of the other buildings across the street? Brianna resisted the urge to look behind her. Surely at a luxury high rise like this one, the windows were mirrored. Right?

The last rays of the setting sun cast long shadows across the floor. She pulled off her boots, setting them aside and stepping onto the plush rug. Her fingers trembling, she slowly undid the drawstring, loosening the waistband. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of her trousers and taking a deep breath, she shimmied out of them. As the cool, smooth fabric slid down her legs, it left a trail of goosebumps along her flesh in its wake. They pooled in a heap at her feet, leaving her legs bare and revealing the delicate black lace panties she wore underneath.

"Good girl." said Adrian, his eyes drinking her in as she stood nervously in front of him. Brianna wasn't sure where to place her hands and she opted for letting them clasp in front of her, subconsciously trying to cover her panties. She looked down at her feet, too shy to meet his gaze. Why did she feel so vulnerable? She had been in much more risque positions than this. Some were even posted on her Instagram for the world to see.

"Come here," he said gently but firmly.

She stepped towards him until she was standing directly in front of where Adrian sat. His fingers wrapped around her wrist and he pulled her across his lap in one smooth motion, causing her to gasp. Brianna found herself staring at the leg of the arm chair, her sweater had shifted up and her panties were now in full view. She could feel his erection through his slacks, pressing into her navel as she lay there. She felt her breath coming in quick gasps as she realized what was about to happen.

Feeling her trembling, Adrian placed a hand on her back. "Relax, Miss Keyes."

For some reason, she felt a sense of calm at his touch. She felt her breathing slowing and an ease settling over her. "A- Are you going to spank me?" she managed to ask. She wasn't even sure what answer she was looking for.

He rubbed her back soothingly. "Yes. You are going to get fifteen in total. Ten with your panties on, and five with them off."

She nodded, trying not to let her fear show. Yet beneath it all, she could feel an excitement as well.

"After every stroke, I expect you to thank me, and to address me as Sir. Is that understood?"

She nodded, her throat suddenly dry, her pulse pounding in her ears. She waited, bracing herself. Nothing came. Brianna tilted her to the side to look at him. Adrian was still watching her--expectantly.

Her stomach dropped.

Oh.

Her cheeks flamed as she realized her mistake. "Y-Yes Sir." Her voice was barely a whisper. The word felt foreign on her lips and yet as soon as it left her tongue, she felt a rush. A thrill that coursed through her body.

She could tell that Adrian had felt it too. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see his lip curling into another one of his half smiles.

"Good girl." He murmured, sending a new wave of heat running through her.

Then the spank followed soon after. There was a sharp smack over her bottom. Her thin lace panties offered almost no protection, but the sting was more surprising than painful. His hand was firm, enough to make her gasp softly, but not nearly as hard as she had feared. It wasn't unbearable. On the contrary, it was... manageable. But it wasn't the heat blooming across her skin that made her toes curl and her pulse quicken.

"Thank you, Sir," she whispered.

That was what did it. The words.

Saying them out loud made her feel stripped bare in a way that had nothing to do with her panties. It was the act of giving up control, acknowledging his authority--that was what sent a flush racing up her neck and made her ears burn pink with embarrassment. Each time she thanked him, her voice trembled just a little more, and her arousal deepened with it.

By the third spank, her cheeks were pink. By the fifth, her panties were damp. It had something to do with the way she knew she was totally under his control. It turned her on. The thought frightened her.

Tears welled in her eyes as she came under this realization and she choked back a sob. What was wrong with her?

There was a pause.

"Are you alright, Brianna?"

For the first time Adrian's voice lacked the certainty, the absolute assuredness with which he had always carried himself, in front of her. For the first time, he had addressed her by her first name.

Brianna shook her head trying to shake away the tears, angry at herself for being so weak.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm crying. Please continue." Her voice was thick with emotion. She paused. Then she remembered.

"Sir." She whispered.

The next five spanks were delivered in quick succession. She felt Adrian's strong hands moving down her hips- his slender fingers slowly peeling her soaking wet panties down to her knees. Though they had offered little protection to begin with, there was something about being stripped bare before him that made her feel exceedingly vulnerable. It heightened all of her senses and left her tingling with anticipation. Her face was beet red with humiliation as well as flushed with arousal, and tears streaked her face.

Smack.

"Thank you. Sir."

Smack.

"Thank you. Sir."

Smack.

"Thank you. Sir."

Smack.

"Thank you. Sir."

Smack.

"Thank you. Sir."

By the time it was over, Brianna's face was streaked with tears. Her breathing was uneven and her chest heaved up and down as she tried to steady herself. Her bottom was warm and pink and the sting still lingered- a tangible reminder of her submission.

"Good girl." Said Adrian for the fourth time that day. This time however, it no longer had that undercurrent of authority behind it. It felt almost gentle. Soothing. Affectionate even.

Brianna shuddered at the praise, the warmth of it calming her nerves and slowing her breathing. The tears however, refused to stop.

Adrian took the panties from around her knees and pulled them off completely before helping her to her feet. Carefully, he undressed her, pulling her sweater over her head and unhooking her bra- even taking the time to remove her socks, one at a time until she was completely naked. She was too spent to feel embarrassed. He guided her back onto his lap and cradled her in his strong arms. She clung to him- arms around his neck- her tears gradually slowing.

"I'm a mess." she said, her eyes downcast.

"Au contraire. Vous êtes des plus belles." he said, the words rolling off his tongue eloquently. He wiped away the last of her tears with his forefinger. "You look beautiful."

She looked up at him, worried. "Am I weak? I didn't mean to cry."

He smiled and pulled her against his chest. "You did very well Brianna. I'm very proud of you."

She rested her head on his shoulder and curled up against him, feeling warm and protected in his embrace. He picked her up in his arms and carried her up the spiral staircase.