chapter 25
Z
I walked over to the VIP section and was f*cking pissed. What the hell was she thinking? Just sitting there, having a full blown discussion with the a*shole who messed with her head. When Mel came into the office to tell me Izzy was talking to her Ex, I had no idea that’s who I just seated in the VIP area. I wanted to rip the a*shole’s head off, but I knew he had three body guards with him and I would need to try to remain tactful. I watched Mel run over to Flynn, but I wasn’t going to wait for anyone. What I needed to do was to get Izzy away from him. What did he say his name was? McKnight…why did that sound familiar?
I reached the VIP area seeing McKnight sitting there with a smug look on his face telling Izzy something. Izzy’s head whipped around to stare at me, her face went paler as she looked at me. “Izzy, back to the bar, NOW.” It was an order; I wasn’t asking her politely. I was f*cking pissed she didn’t tell me like she had promised me. Did she want to talk to him? Without me? F*ck. I looked at her and she looked so pale. She swallowed hard and looked at him. Was she looking for permission from him? Are you f*cking kidding me? He nodded to her and she got up. She looked worried, but walked by me quickly to get back to the bar – at least she better f*cking be walking back to the bar.
“Mr. McKnight, You need to leave my establishment.” I spoke clear and direct. The smug dickhead just smirked at me and stood up. He buttoned his suit coat. The blonde stood up. She had that vacant look that seemed familiar.
“Mr. Williams, I completely understand. Please let Isabella know I will be calling her to discuss our agreement.” He said with a smug look.
Agreement? F*ck you. “Mr. McKnight, whatever agreement you had with Izzy won’t be happening now or ever. Don’t ever contact her again.” Did he really think he was going to see her again? Did Izzy agree to something? I’d ask her later. Right now, I needed to get this dick out of my f*cking bar.
“I think it would be to your best advantage, Mr. Williams.” He sneered smugly.
I couldn’t contain my anger any more from this smug a*shole as thoughts of what he had done to my Izzy ran through my head. I lunged at him; I wanted to beat the f*cking piss out of the a*shole for even coming close to my Izzy again. His body guard blocked me and grabbed my arms and I could sense Flynn and Clark starting to come toward the whole situation.
He smirked and tugged at his cufflinks. “Learn to control your temper Mr. Williams and you will become the perfect Dominate that Isabella needs.”
“She doesn’t need a f*cking Dominate, you a*shole!” I yelled while his bodyguard held me back as I was trying to lunge forward to rip his f*cking throat out for even thinking about Izzy.
“Oh I disagree, Mr. Williams. I disagree very much. I’ve never had a more willing Submissive than Isabella,” he sneered with an arrogant look.
I lunged again, but the f*cker was holding me more firmly as McKnight leaned and his bodyguard held me even tighter. “You should try to tie her up in chains. She has the perfect ass to whip.” I tried to head butt the body guard, but he moved his head slightly, while his other two body guards walked McKnight and the blonde out the front door. The bodyguard let go of me and I tried to straighten myself as I watched his last bodyguard walk out of the bar.
I looked around. F*ck. I had caused a scene. People were looking. I straightened out my jacket and tried to cool my temper. It wasn’t happening.
I snapped out, “Clark, make sure they don’t ever f*cking come in here again.” He nodded and headed back to his door post.
Flynn clapped my back and I shook him off. I was f*cking pissed as hell and I was going to find out what he said to Izzy. I stalked over to the bar, pointed to her and yelled, “You – MY OFFICE NOW!” She scampered without a second thought. I was seething and tried to calm down, but it wasn’t happening. I got to my office, closed the door and locked it.
She was leaning against my desk with her head hung down low.
“Do you still want him?” I yelled at her.
Her head flew up with wide eyes “No!” she whispered furiously, shaking her head.
“Really? Are you sure about that?” I spat out. Looking at her, she seemed flushed, her nipples were tight, poking through her shirt and she was starting to breath faster.
“No, it’s you I want, not him,” she stated firmly, but was breathing heavily.
“You seemed to enjoy seeing him.” I spat out.
“No, it brought back bad memories. Seeing you, like this…” she swallowed hard “…in control. I…” Her eyes were on fire, like that night she was pissed off at me for the Steve situation. She didn’t finish her thought and looked down searching for what she wanted to say. She was practically panting now. F*ck. I’ve never wanted her so much. I felt like I had to claim her back from that sick f*ck.
I stood right in front of her trying to contain my anger, but I couldn’t. I grabbed her throat roughly and tilted her head back. I kissed her neck, roughly moving up to her ear. “You are mine. Do you f*cking understand that?” I growled furiously. She nodded her head closing her eyes, breathing heavy.
I moved my hands down to her breasts and grabbed them, squeezing firmly. I couldn’t get to them fast enough. I ripped her top open, reaching under her bra to grab her firm breast. Her nipples were so hard and I pinched them tightly. She moaned with pleasure.
I couldn’t take it anymore and had to be inside of her. I pulled her skirt up and ripped her panties off throwing them to the ground. I reached for her p-ssy as if I couldn’t live without touching it. She was so f*cking wet and ready for me. I shoved two fingers inside of her and she moaned out, “Ohhhhh.” F*ck. I couldn’t take anymore. I undid my jeans, pulled my hard cock out, pushed her back onto my desk, spread her legs and thrust myself in her as far as I could go. I grabbed her hips to pull her closer so I could f*ck her as hard as our bodies would allow. She moaned over and over again as I slammed into her faster and faster, feeling everything she had inside of her body. I could tell she was ready to come, but for some reason I didn’t want to give her the command she needed yet. I was still pissed and felt like I wanted to make her wait. She still had it in her head that I had to tell her when to come. For some reason this time, I wanted her as frustrated as I was.
“Please…” She moaned, practically begging several times until I was right there with her and I was ready to explode inside of her.
“Come for me.” I grunted out as I thrust as hard as I could to find my release. “Ohhhhhhh” she moaned as her body exploded and shuddered as her orgasm mixed with mine.
I stood there with my cock still inside her breathing fast and looked down at her. What the f*ck had I just done? We’ve only made love until this point. I had never been that rough with her or any other girl for that matter. Oh God, I felt horrible almost disgusted with myself. I withdrew from her and grabbed a tissue off my desk and cleaned myself, pulling my jeans back up. Izzy stood up and did the same, pulling her skirt down.
I hugged her tightly feeling terrible. “I’m so sorry, Izzy. I’m so sorry.” I shook my head feeling shameful for taking her so roughly.
“It’s okay. I understand,” she said slowly, biting her lip.
“No, I never meant to be rough with you. Ever.” I grabbed her into me, kissing the top of her head. She hugged me back just as tight.
“You just wanted to claim me, I get it.” She kissed me softly.
Still not feeling alright about what I had just done, I kept thinking about what that a*shole said about an agreement.
Trying to contain the bite out of my voice as I asked, “What did you agree to with him?” I stared right into her eyes. Don’t f*cking lie to me, please don’t f*cking lie to me.
She looked away quickly and I knew she was going to lie. “Nothing.” She swallowed hard.
“Bullshit.” I grabbed her hands tighter, forcing her to stare at me in the eyes, “He told me he was going to call you and that you agreed to something. What the f*ck was it?” I asked clenching my jaw.
I watched her swallow hard and meekly she replied, “Dinner. It was just to have dinner with him.”
F*ck No. “No.” I shook my head, “There’s no f*cking way you’re going to dinner with that a*shole.”
She shook her head, “Okay. I…I won’t…I won’t go.” I let out a huge breath, but I could tell she wanted to go. F*ck. She wanted to have dinner with him. I thought I would try a different approach and make her understand what he did to her. “Did you realize when I ordered you back to the bar, that you looked to him for approval?”
Her eyes flashed surprised. She didn’t even realize she had done that. I shook my head in disbelief. “He had you so controlled; it’s still automatic to you. That’s how bad he f*cked with your head.” I added in, hoping she would realize how much control he had over her for those two years. “Is that how it was with him always? You had to beg to take a piss?”
She shrugged and swallowed hard with tears in her eyes. I led her over to the chair in front of my desk and I sat down in the other one, facing it to hers so our knees touched. I had to finally get this all out in the open. “You need to tell me what happened that final night. What made you finally leave? Because if all that other shit didn’t make you leave, I have to know what finally made you figure out how f*cked up it was with him.” She looked at me with fear in her eyes. Tears started rolling down and she started shaking her head. “I can’t. I can’t tell you. You’ll never look at me the same. You’ll hate me or pity me and I don’t know which is worse.”
Nope, not going to work. “No, you have to tell me. We’re never going to get past all this shit if we don’t get it out in the open. We need to get this over with.” My eyes pleaded with her. As much as I knew this was going to suck hearing, I felt we needed to get past this if there was ever going to be anything more between us.