Flesh: Part Eleven (The Flesh Series Book 11)

Flesh

Part Eleven

SKY CORGAN

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CHAPTER ONE

“
I
need to make an appointment with Lucian Reddick for this Saturday.”
It's impossible to keep the disdain from my voice. Hopefully, the guy
who mans the telephone will just think that I'm having a bad day. I
am having a bad day. A bad day. A bad week. A bad month. A bad
everything. Ever since I met Lucian Reddick.

“
Sir
Lucian,” the man parrots absentmindedly as if he's busy doing
something. I can hear him clicking on a keyboard. A few minutes
later, he speaks again. “Sir Lucian appears to be completely
booked up this Saturday.”

My heart sinks to
the pit of my stomach. Completely booked up. That means he is fucking
other women. He's been fucking other women this entire time.

“
How
about Sunday?” I sigh, my stress building with every second
spent on the phone as I think about how I've been played.

“
You
got lucky.” The man's voice perks. “He has one opening
left.”

“
Pencil
me in. I don't care what time.”

“
Name?”

“
Mary
Smith,” I read the name from a post-it note in front of me.
It's a generic name, one that would bring up a billion results on a
Google or Facebook search, not that I think anyone will actually take
the time to research it.

“
Mary
Smith,” he repeats the name back to me slowly, and I can hear
him typing on the other end of the line. “Have you been a
client of Sir Lucian's before?”

“
No.
This will be my first time at Flesh,” I lie. “But Sir
Lucian came highly recommended by a friend.”

“
He's
a good Dom. You'll have a good experience with him,” the guy
assures me.

“
I'm
sure I will,” I grumble, thinking about the first time I ever
met Lucian. He was supposed to be my rent-a-Dom for a night. A taste
into the lifestyle. One taste turned him into a quick addiction, but
I was able to fight my need for the experience again.

It feels like I was
smarter back then, realizing that he was bad for me. I can distinctly
remember throwing the Flesh business card in the trash, knowing that
I'd had my fun, but that it was time to get back to reality. He
wasn't what I needed then, and he's not what I need now.

Seeing him again
though—discovering that he was my new potential client—my
body awakened to the possibilities of...I don't know what. It was
easy to give in to him when he plied me with slick words and his
domination tactics. I felt like it would be okay to give in to him.
How wrong I was.

I'm not built for
having fuck buddies. The strings between my heart and pussy are not
detached. If a guy sticks his dick in there, I'm going to acquire
some sort of feelings for him. I knew that before I slept with
Lucian. I had just hoped that, by some miracle, he'd be an exception
to the rule. He wasn't, and now here I am, practically stalking a man
who obviously never had any kind intentions towards my feelings.

It seems almost
insane that I'd go to such lengths to see him again. To give him a
piece of my mind. I can't let this go though. I need to tell him
everything I'm thinking and feeling so that my soul can start healing
from ever knowing him.

***

My Saturday is spent
sitting tensely on the sofa watching my phone more than the
television. There's the tiniest glimmer of hope that either Lucian or
Derrick will text me. I don't even care which one, at this point. Of
course, I'd love it if they both contacted me, but I'm not going to
get greedy about it.

Janice is at Flesh
again. She's addicted to her Sir, and I can't help but think it's
unhealthy. A bitter part of me wants to see Flesh get shut down. It's
a place of perversion and prostitution. At least, that's what it
seems like to me now.

Nothing illegal goes
on there though. You can request sex with a Dom, but they don't have
to honor it. I know that because I've read everything on their
website about a thousand times since I made my Sunday appointment
with Lucian. The line about sexual content between client and
Dominant was in fine print at the bottom of their list of services.
Soliciting sex from your Dominant or Domme will result in
termination of your contract without a refund. Any sexual acts that
take place within a scene are at the discretion of two consenting
adults. We do not offer sex as a service here but provide the option
on the kink sheet so that the Dominant or Domme will know the extent
of your limits.

Still sounds like
legal prostitution to me.

Distracting myself
is near impossible. Every time a sex scene flashes across the
television, I picture Lucian with the heroine, whoever she may be. I
wonder if he's having sex with someone else while I pathetically sit
at home and think about him. I wonder if he's even thinking about me
at all, or if I'm already a distant memory to him. There's nothing
spectacular about me. Nothing that would hold a guy like him
interested. That's obvious. Because if he was still interested in me,
he'd call me or reply to my texts or...something.

My nerves are on
edge when I lay down to sleep on Saturday night. All I can think
about is what I'm going to say to Lucian. Will I be able to hold
myself together without completely whaling on him? The thought of
slapping him is more than appealing. A swift kick to the family
jewels would probably do him some good too. One thing is for certain,
I definitely won't be walking into Flesh as a submissive.

After only a few
restless hours of sleep, Sunday finally comes. It feels like there's
a thrumming inside of my head from stress. It's way too early to feel
this horrible. But hopefully, this is the last time I'll have to feel
this way because of Lucian Reddick. When I leave Flesh today, we will
be officially done on all levels. Physically. Emotionally.
Professionally. It's an almost liberating feeling, knowing that I'm
going to reclaim my heart from a man who has been carelessly
destroying it over the past few weeks.

I sit on the sofa
and stare at the clock, watching it tick down to my appointment with
Lucian. An hour before our meeting time, I start getting dressed.
There's not going to be anything easy access about me tonight.

I slip a pair of
pink leggings on under a blue plaid skirt, then shimmy into a gray
camisole and layer a brown long-sleeved shirt on top. I pull my hair
back into a high ponytail, because I know he prefers it when I wear
my hair down. Then I paint my face in nude tones, not taking much
care in how decent I look. I want to come off as boring—too
boring for him.

I climb into my car
and turn the key in the ignition. The entire way over to Flesh, I'm
plagued with tiny heart palpitations. Damn, he's really not good for
my health. I'm so nervous that I'm starting to second guess myself.
Maybe this is a bad idea. Perhaps I should just let our relationship
die out naturally. Is it really necessary for me to get my feelings
across to him? Wouldn't not showing up for the appointment be a
subtle sort of revenge? He wouldn't get paid for that thirty minutes,
and that should piss him off good and well.

That won't help me
though. I have to keep reminding myself that I'm doing this for me,
not him. If I don't talk about how I feel, these thoughts will eat
away at me until I have a nervous breakdown and start hating all men.
I don't want that. I shouldn't allow him to scar me so deeply.

When I pull up in
front of Flesh, I can't help but frown. The place looks so shoddy,
I'm surprised that Janice was ever able to convince me to come in the
first place. It's in an old warehouse with the word Flesh above the
door in large flickering red neon letters, like something from a
horror movie. In broad daylight, I imagine it's a little less
intimidating, but with the sun setting in the distance, one would
half-expect to see rats hiding around the corner of the building.
Perhaps that's being a bit too harsh though. It is on the nicer side
of town, and the parking lot is well kept and lit sufficiently. I'm
probably just being bitter, because the appearance of the building
never really bothered me before. It's low key, just the way a place
selling these kinds of services should be.

I push my car door
open and let my gaze dance around the parking lot. Paranoia attacks
me from all sides, worrying that Lucian will see me coming. That's
not very realistic though. The front desk guy said that Lucian only
had one opening left, which means that he's probably with a client
right now. There are a handful of cars in the parking lot. One likely
belongs to the girl he's screwing.

Too bad Lucian
doesn't drive himself anywhere. If his car was here, I might key it
instead of going to my appointment. That would probably make me feel
better, though I'm not sure why. He has enough money to fix any
damage I could do to his property without much of a headache, and I'm
willing to bet that I'm not the first girl who has thought of
trashing his things out of anger.

I take long strides
up to the front door, holding my breath as I pull it open. The guy I
spoke to on the phone is sitting at the front desk, and he smiles up
at me. For a moment, I worry that he recognizes me, but if he does,
he doesn't say anything about it.

“
Good
evening,” he greets me politely.

I force a smile,
thinking about how unimposing he looks. He's around my age, if not
younger. Polished, wearing a brown suit and stripped tie. His dark
hair is slicked to one side. His eyes are almost black, and there's a
strange mischievousness radiating off of him. I can tell he's a
pervert, just like the rest of these BDSM people. He probably gets
off to the thought of women being tied up and beaten. Hell, he
probably gets a lot of Lucian's sloppy seconds.

“
Are
you a Dom?” I ask, more out of curiosity than anything else as
I ease myself into the chair in front of him.

“
I'm
in training.” He beams at me, showing two rows of perfect
teeth. With a bit of practice, he could easily be every bit as
charming as Lucian. “Why? Are you interested?”

“
Not
particularly.” I shoot him down without a hint of remorse. I
want nothing to do with anyone in the lifestyle ever again. Except
Janice, of course.

My quick rejection
seems to stun him. He stares at me blankly for a minute before
clicking his mouse a few times and then crossing his hands on the
desk, trying to regain his composure. “You have an
appointment?”

“
That's
why I'm here.” If I sounded anymore bitter, the room might
pucker and kill us both.

“
And
you are?” He gazes down at some papers on his desk as if there
are a thousand clients waiting to see their Doms.

“
Mary
Smith. I have an appointment with Lucian Reddick.”

“
Ah
yes.” He gives me a half-cocked smile before pushing a folder
towards me.

It's too familiar.
The folder that holds my information and my list of kinks. For a
moment, I worry that it's the same folder from last time, the one
that I filled out under my real name, but when I open it up, I find
it pleasantly blank.

“
You
look familiar,” he muses, making my breath catch in my throat
for a split second.