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“You did it,” he said with a lopsided grin. “You conquered your fears.” He placed his hands on her shoulders, his grin falling away. “And you were sexy as hell in the process.”
Ellen’s answering grin faltered. She ducked her head as color rushed into her cheeks. She’d just spent the entire day making herself come for this man. Her cunt was pleasantly sore, her clit still throbbing from this most recent powerful orgasm. The trainers at The Enclave had treated her with an almost clinical reserve, no matter how sexual the display. But Master Damon had made it clear he was turned on, so much so that he’d sported an erection nearly the entire time.
Was something developing between them despite his continued assertion that he was in this for the short-term? Or was his arousal simply a result of his hardwiring and she merely the object to be used to satisfy his dominant lust?
Stop overthinking everything. Stay in the moment.
Master Damon gently stroked from her face a tendril of hair that had come loose from her ponytail. She forgot how to breathe as he took her face in his hands. His cool sea-green gaze, normally so remote and aloof, was almost tender. Her lips parted of their own accord, tingling with anticipation. Heart fluttering like a caged bird, she closed her eyes in anticipation.
But instead of the kiss she longed for, his hands fell abruptly away. She opened her eyes in confused surprise. The tenderness was gone, replaced by a lazy smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
He gave her a brusque pat to her head, as if she were a dog. “Good job today,” he said, turning away. “Let’s take a break.”
Chapter 14
Damon strode from the playroom without looking back. What the fuck was wrong with him? He’d been that close to kissing her. He never kissed his scene partners. It shifted the balance of power, however subtly. It changed the dynamic of total control on his side, total submission on theirs. It gave them the wrong idea.
But it was more than that, and he knew it. The danger didn’t only lie in giving his play partner the wrong idea. It lay with him and his traitorous heart. He had to remember he was no good at love. He needed to stay vigilant. He needed to stay safe.
When he’d accepted Anthony’s offer to come give this auction thing a try, it had sounded like the perfect BDSM getaway. He’d already planned to take a vacation—his first since setting up his security business over two years ago. What red-blooded Dom wouldn’t leap at the chance to have a highly trained, deeply submissive erotic slave at his beck and call for an entire week, no strings attached?
What he hadn’t quite realized was just how all-encompassing the experience could be. Not only the depth of his responsibility to this woman, but how emotionally involved he himself might become. He would need to keep his wits about him if he was going to get through the week with no emotional collateral damage.
He needed to get his head straight. He needed some air.
Heading for the bedroom, he called out, “I’m going to go down into town. You can get yourself cleaned up and take a little free time for yourself.”
As he was pulling on his jeans, she appeared at the bedroom door, stopping in the doorframe.
“What?” he said irritably, turning away to slip his phone and wallet into his back pocket. He hated losing control. It never led to anything good.
“Have I upset you in some way, Sir?” she asked in a low voice.
He looked back at her. The genuine pain in those dark blue eyes filled him with sudden remorse. It wasn’t her fault he’d sent out mixed signals before coming to his senses. And anyway, the crisis had been averted. Why was he acting like such an ass?
He sat on the bed, socks in hand. “No,” he said, managing a smile. “Not at all, Ellen. I, uh… I just wanted to get out for a while. Stock up on our provisions.”
“May I go with you, Sir?”
Her shy, hopeful smile touched something inside him and brought him to his senses. It wasn’t fair to shut her out because of his own issues. He’d overreacted and hurt her feelings in the process. Besides, taking her out in public could be fun. All sorts of deliciously evil ideas flitted through his brain.
“You’d still be my slave girl, even outside of this cabin. You understand that, right?”
“Of course, Sir,” she replied, the tiniest hint of reproach in her tone. “I am yours to command.”
“Okay,” he said, excited now at the prospect. “Go rinse off. But don’t get dressed, except for socks.”
Ellen’s eyes widened, her lips parting slightly as if she were about to protest. But she only said, “Yes, Sir,” and left the room.
Grabbing his boots from where Ellen had placed them by the front door, he sat on the sofa to pull them on. The fire had mostly gone out, though heat still radiated from the hearth. Using tongs provided for the purpose, Damon spread ash over the lingering embers. He closed the damper to keep the warm air from escaping through the chimney while they were gone.
He could hear the water running in the bathroom. While waiting for Ellen to reappear, he moved toward the domed slave cage. It had a simple sliding bolt on the door. He pulled the bolt free and swung open the door. He would need to stoop to fit inside, but Ellen shouldn’t have any problem.
His eye fell on the narrow wardrobe that stood nearby, curious what, if anything, might be inside.
“Whoa,” he breathed as he pulled open the doors.
An impressive array of fetish wear hung from the clothing rod, including satin and leather corsets, bustiers, a French maid outfit, a latex bodysuit and a leather slave hood. Black and red high heels of various sizes and heights were neatly lined up on the floor of the wardrobe.
