Chapter 24

"What are you wearing?" A text rang in his pocket while he was rushing to the location she had asked him to visit.

He quickly checked his locked door and unlocked his phone to see her usual behavior. She did not seem angry at all.

It confused him even more. What if it was her way of showing her anger? She was unlike everyone he knew, after all.

"Red hoodie and black pants." He simply replied, waiting for her to react differently, but she still remained the same, answering with a flirtatious reply, "Like an apple?"

That text left him blushing, unable to contain his bashfulness even through his agitation.

He could not even answer her, but he could also not leave her on read, so he texted back after a few minutes, "Yes!"

"Why did you take so long to reply with a simple yes, then?" Her text caught him off guard, halting his steps. "I am a few minutes away from the location." He texted, thinking he would change the topic, which he successfully did as she said, "Okay. Hurry to me."

He didn't want to tell her that her simple tease could cause such an expression on his face. It was too embarrassing to accept that she had affected him in such a grand way.

The very thought kept him busy thinking, until he had to come out of his mind, noticing the same shop from where she had bought the apple hair clip for him.

His feet stopped before the shop and he quickly pulled out his phone to check if it was the right location. And it was. It was the right location.

Why had she asked him to come there? He was too stunned to think properly. That shop had created a mark on his mind, making it unforgettable.

He was probably going to stand there, staring at the shop for long hours, but she suddenly came out of the shop.

"You're here." She said in her whispery tone, her eyes warm. "And you're on time." She added, stepping closer to his stunned body.

"That's a good boy." She patted his hair, sending a final jolt of alarm down his nerves to pull him back into reality.

"You remember we came here?" She questioned, not realizing that he was wondering about the reason behind her calling him there.

"You hated me buying those clips for you. So, I thought we should start fresh from this spot." She addressed the reason and quickly grasped him by his wrist, pulling him inside.

"I want you to pick something for yourself. That'll be my gift to you." She added as they stopped before the glittery necklaces.

"For me?" He questioned, peering at the necklaces, "but I'm a guy."

A smirk conquered her lips like a bad idea and she slipped her arm around his waist, giving his body a sudden bump as she pulled him closer.

"Do you see a gender written on the jewelry?" She whispered into his ear, dangerously close to him, outrageous as ever, not at all worried about the possible eyes.

"Jewelry doesn't have any gender, it's us who tie ourselves to the social beliefs." He felt tingles run down his body, a toe-curling sensation taking over him with a full grasp.

"You should not tie yourself to social beliefs. If you want to be tied, just ask me, and I'll tie you in pleasure with pleasure." How was he supposed to react to her indecent words, other than melting in her arm?

A tiny gasp released his mouth, near her neck as he clutched his fists, but before he could totally melt, she whispered, before releasing him, "How about a chest chain?"

He did not know why she wanted to buy jewelry for him, but the idea did seem intriguing, but not as much as intriguing as her imagination, which was running wild each time she picked a chain.

Her imagination was bringing her to scenarios that were not decent and talkable and he could see it on her face like crystal water.

He could see what she was thinking when she brought the chain near his cheek, glaring with dark eyes. He could see she was blanking for seconds before she blinked herself to the normal world.

Was buying chains the only reason he was there, or was she trying to crawl under his skin even more?

She picked out chain after chain and finally decided to buy a piece that she thought matched the red blush on his cheek.

She handed it to him, which he kept close to his chest, and took him to a cafe.

"What do you want?" She asked as she sat before him, going through the adorable menu that was left by the waiter.

Coffees and a simple meal of sandwich were ordered, handing them time to have a decent conversation, and the first question he asked was, "Have you always been dominant?"

The question perked her with a gentle smile, driving her intrigued by his mind - why did he ask that question?

"I've always felt the lack of passion for the guys I've dated. They did not seem to satisfy me, no matter what they did. I had to fake it, but one day I decided no more and went up on the spree to find the answer behind my longing." She went on, "and through almighty internet, I found myself."

The story seemed similar to his, which he had to let her know when she asked him the same question.

"So, that's how you found out you like being groped?" She questioned, prompting him to be unsteady in his chair. "I mean, how could you not tell that you were submissive? It's written all over your face."

"I could never understand something like me. Especially when I found out about the apple thing." With each word he uttered, she could see how red his cheeks were getting, just talking about it was turning him reticent.

"Something?" She raised her eyes to the word, not happy at all how he described himself.

"You're not a thing. You're a magic. A gift to this world. I don't like how you talk about yourself." She allowed him into the dissatisfaction of her heart, adding, "Never talk about yourself like that ever again. You don't realize how special you are."

He had never been told those words, never had he heard that he was special. His heart was sinking into his chest with heaviness, but before it could merge into the water of his misery, he pulled himself up and questioned, "Why did you buy a chest chain for me?"

Her fingers slipped into her strands, sensually playing with them, "why did I buy the lingerie for you?" The memory of that day instantly crossed his brain like a shock wave, prompting a toe-curling feeling under his skin.

"I want to see you in that chain." Her dark eyes darkened even more while she inclined her chin further and whispered, "Just in that chain."

The black of his eyes widened, his hands squeezing his thighs tightly. He felt his breaths stuck in his throat, his imagination running wild.

But then arrived a gentle thud of the cup to the table, which was like a gunshot. It yanked him out of the world he was in while she thanked the waiter with a smile, sending him off.

A short pause in the conversation occurred as she circled her fingers around the cup, picking it near her lips to draw a sip while he was just staring at her, gulping the saliva as she gulped down the tea.

"Do you want to explore with me?" She questioned like a musk in the foul room, adding, "Want to be my sub?"

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