He did not respond, just gave her a look that had her immediately shrugging and backing down. She sucked in a breath when he took her hand and laced their fingers together.They continued down the hall and through the lobby in silence. Once outside, he decided it was safe to ask a few questions.
“How did you sleep last night?”
She hesitated for a moment as if thinking before she said, “Better than I have in a long time.”
“Did leaving your hands bound help you sleep or keep you awake?”
Normally he would never have left her bound like that for hours, especially when they were sleeping, but she’d drifted off shortly after he’d tied her hands together and he hadn’t wanted to wake her by completely untying them. Instead, he’d gently loosened them before tying a loose bow, allowing the weight of them to remain in her subconscious yet instantly allowing her freedom if she needed to undo them herself.
“I’m surprised to say that they helped… at least until I had to go pee. I wonder why that is?”
“Probably because submitting to me helped you not think about what you should or shouldn’t be doing. Not being able to use your hands forced you to relax.”
Mallory looked thoughtful for a moment. “That makes sense. I did sleep really well. Better than I have in years.”
“We might have to bind them every night,” Fletcher said, “though I’d prefer not to leave you tied overnight.”
“Is that why you changed the knot into a bow?”
“It’s part of the reason, but in the future, maybe we can find an alternative that will bind you without ropes.”
“Yes, Sir,” Mallory responded as they arrived at the barns. The doors to both the stable and the Zoo were open and he could see people moving around inside.
“I’m going to leave you here. If you need me, call me and I’ll be here in a few minutes,” Fletcher said.
“Yes, Sir,” Mallory answered, sounding suitably submissive.
Fletcher stepped closer and slid his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. He heard her bag drop to the ground before her hands wrapped around his middle. It was only a few seconds before she leaned into him, her entire body relaxing against him.
Dropping his head, he brushed a kiss on her forehead. When her head dropped back, he leaned in and kissed her. Her lips softened against his and he traced the seam of them before plunging in and taking the kiss from PG to R. She responded beautifully, her tongue tangling with his as he swept his hands down her back to hold the full globes of her ass.
A wolf whistle and someone clapping forced him to lift his head and break the kiss. A quick glance showed the appreciation was coming from a group of Littles. Catching him spying them, they giggled and rushed away. Fletcher grinned and looked down at Mallory to find her blushing as she stared hard at his throat.
“Don’t forget to drink your water,” he said, referring to the bottle of water he’d put in her bag.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“And call me if you need anything.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Fletcher forced himself to pull his arms from around her and step back. “I’ll come back and get you in a couple hours.”
“Yes, Sir,” she finally lifted her eyes as he continued to step back.
Without another word, Fletcher whirled around and marched down the path toward the main resort building. Halfway there, he stopped long enough to adjust his hard cock in his jeans before continuing on. He did not look back until he reached the steps leading to the porch and front door. When he did, though the barns were too far away to actually see her, he smiled at the thought of Mallory disappearing into the barn, no doubt looking for a willing subject to capture on paper.
Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to continue inside, not stopping until he was in his room once again. It took a few minutes to set up his computer and settle into work, but soon he was focused on putting out the fires that had cropped up in the past twenty-four hours.
Chapter Ten
Though she tried to lose herself in drawing the pigs, goats, and other animals that were lounging around the pen just outside the barn housing the zoo, Mallory could not stop checking her phone, wondering how soon Fletcher would be returning for her. Master Derek had requested two hours, but it seemed like time was moving backward instead of forward as she filled the pages of her sketchbook with cartoons and caricatures of the animals. As she drew Sherlock, the llama, wearing a deerstalker hat like his famous human namesake, she began to dream about doing something more with her drawings.
“That’s so cool!” A voice declared as someone stepped up beside her.
Mallory jumped with a squeak. Before she thought about what she was doing, she flipped the book out of her lap so it landed face down on the hay-strewn ground. She wasn’t sure she wanted anyone to see the crazy drawings she’d been working on the past few weeks. Reese might take offense that she’d made her oddball animals even funnier looking than they already were.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” the man said, taking a step back.
