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I stand close to her and whisper, “Don’t be surprised if spirits visit you tonight.”
“Somehow I doubt that.” She lets out a chuckle.
“I guess we’ll see.” I walk to the door. “I’m going to my room to freshen up and change, and you should, too. I’ll pick you up in an hour. Tonight, I’m taking you out for the best dinner of your life.”
Her eyes light up. “At your grandmother’s place?”
“The one and only.” I take the other room key from her. “Enjoy your time alone. And don’t let the ghosts scare you off.”
I leave then, closing the door, and hear the deadbolt lock behind me.
Good. She’s a smart woman. Always aware of keeping herself safe. A good submissive.
Damn. I need to help her find herself again. She’s meant to be my submissive. I feel it in my bones.
I enter my room. It’s a similar size to Mary’s, but the decor is completely different. My bed is brass, with blue-and-green linens and mahogany night tables. My desk is an old rolltop, and my chandelier is slightly less elegant, with light green glass.
I brought a utility kilt with me, but I probably won’t wear it. New Orleans is more a jeans and button-down kind of place. It’s a good thing we’re not here during Mardi Gras. Someone as beautiful as Mary would be inundated with beads. Inundated with requests to show her tits.
Which will not happen on my watch.
I always feel grimy after traveling, so I take a quick shower and change. There’s an underground club here in the city. I’m no longer a member, but I know the owners, and I can get in anytime I want to. After a few days of showing Mary around, helping her see she can trust me implicitly, perhaps she’ll consent to a scene there.
In the meantime, I could seduce her. We could have regular sex here in the hotel. I’d love for our first time to be at a club, though. I want it to be an actual scene. That’s who I am, and I believe it’s who she is as well.
One bad scene doesn’t change a submissive. Doesn’t change the soul of who she is.
I towel my hair dry and dress in a clean pair of jeans and a black Jacobite shirt.
I check emails, deal with some business, and then it’s time to take Mary to dinner. I already called my grandmother to tell her we were coming. She promised me the best table in the house and a tasting menu that would give Mary the best of Creole cuisine.
I make sure I have my wallet and key, and then I leave the room, locking the door. Then I knock three times on Mary’s door, which is directly next to mine, though not an adjoining room.
She opens it, and—
My God…
Black leggings, silver sandals, and a white tunic that shows a touch of the lace on her bra and her cleavage. Simple, really, but on Mary, it’s elegant. Her auburn hair is pulled up into a messy bun, and on her ears are simple silver hoops.
I didn’t think it was possible, but she looks even more beautiful than she did last night at the club in that burgundy dress.
“You look nice,” she says.
I gaze at her, my groin responding. “You look amazing. Are you ready?”
She nods, and I hold out my arm. She links hers through it, and together we walk down the stairs and out of the hotel to the cab waiting for us.
“Where is your grandma’s restaurant?” she asks.
“Near the underbelly.”
“What does that mean?”
I narrow my gaze. “There’s something I haven’t told you yet about my grandmother.”
She tilts her head. “What’s that?”
“Not only is she the best cook in all of New Orleans, she’s also a Voodoo priestess.”
