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When they pulled into the parking lot behind The Enclave, Ellen had her hand on the door handle before he’d even cut the engine.
“Hey,” he said, reaching out to stop her. “Hold on a minute. Look at me.”
She stiffened but, after a moment, she dropped her hand from the door and turned to face him. She had that determined look he was coming to recognize—her chin lifted, her lips pressed into a thin line.
“Hey,” he said again, more gently this time. “What’s wrong, Ellen? What’s going on?”
Even as he asked the question, a part of him wished he hadn’t. He never should have agreed to this auction thing. It had become way too complicated.
She frowned, her brows furrowing. Then her face relaxed, her expression smoothing out into an approximation of serenity. “Nothing, Sir. Excuse me for giving you that impression. Our contract is over. I understand that. I’m fine.” Again, the chin lifted. “Just fine.”
A wave of relief washed over him. Whatever lingering tension there might still be between them, sexual and otherwise, Ellen was taking the high road. She understood their connection had been finite by definition. Because of this, he felt freer to express what was on his mind.
“This past week has been one of the most intense, amazing experiences of my life. You met and exceeded all my expectations of what a submissive could be. You’ve helped me grow as a Dom.”
He took her hand. It was cold and he rubbed it gently between both of his.
“I know we have different long-term goals when it comes to relationships, so I especially appreciate how open to the process and how giving you were this past week. You deserve a Master who can dedicate himself to you, 24/7, and I sincerely hope you find him.”
Ellen pulled her hand from his. Her face had gone strangely blank.
Fuck. You handled that with the finesse of a bull in a china shop.
Damon blew out a breath and tried again. “Who knows? Maybe we’ll meet up at Lair Sade some time. They recently got a hot new bondage wheel I would love to lock you into for some serious impact play.”
She looked up, meeting his gaze. A spark of fire that looked an awful lot like anger flashed in her eyes. “If you manage to find the time, Sir.” The sarcasm in her tone was unmistakable.
Damon bit back a startled laugh. He probably deserved that.
Not knowing what else to say, he reached for the door handle. “We should go in.”
Even as he opened the door, a part of him wanted to drive her right back down to the cabin. He would give her a good hard spanking for her sass. Once he’d reminded her with his palm exactly who was in control, he’d lift her onto her hands and knees and take her from behind. He loved the feel of a properly spanked ass against him as a tight, wet cunt wrapped around his hard cock.
Fuck. He was getting another erection. He didn’t have time for this. Real life was breathing down his neck. He needed to get her inside and be on his way.
She was out of the car and heading toward the door before he’d even climbed out. He grabbed her duffel from the back seat and strode after her.
They entered the house through the mudroom. As Damon watched Ellen slip out of her coat and remove her sneakers and socks, he resisted the sudden, ridiculous urge to pull her into his arms and kiss her. He really needed to get the hell out of there before he did something really stupid.
Ellen turned to leave but then stopped suddenly. Pivoting toward him, she dropped gracefully to her knees. She looked so lovely kneeling there, her posture straight, her full, luscious breasts beckoning to him.
She looked up at him, a play of emotions moving over her face—sorrow, longing, hope? “Excuse me, Sir. That was disrespectful of me before.” Her dark blue eyes filled with sudden tears. Blinking them away, she continued, “It’s just… It’s hard…”
He hated to think he was the cause of her pain. He wanted to comfort her, to offer her promises he knew he couldn’t keep. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came.
She leaned forward suddenly, bending to brush his boot with her lips. When she lifted her head again, her expression was composed.
“Thank you, Master Damon, for everything,” she said, meeting his gaze with a lift of her chin. “I have greatly enjoyed serving you this week, Sir. It was… You were…” She trailed off again, her eyes sliding away from his. Then she shook her head, looking almost angry for a moment, though whether at him or herself he wasn’t sure. She blew out a breath and blurted, “Just, thank you.”
Before he could respond, she jumped up, rushed out of the mudroom and disappeared down a set of stairs. It wasn’t quite the goodbye he’d been hoping for. What had he been hoping for? He honestly didn’t know.
Bemused, he made his way down the hall. He had texted beforehand that they were on their way, and Anthony had asked Damon to drop by his office when they arrived.
The dungeon doors were open as Damon passed by. He could hear the sound of someone barking, “Harder. Whip her harder. I want to see welts. And you, suck that cock like you mean it.”
Imagine training willing, eager sub girls for a living? Talk about doing what you loved… He resisted the urge to step inside and watch the action.
Instead, he made his way to Anthony’s office. The door was ajar. Anthony was at his desk, his laptop in front of him, his face a study of concentration. Damon tapped lightly on the door frame and Anthony looked up.
