The rest of Aurelian’s day at the office passed in a blur. He made sure things had gone all right with Marc and the retrieval of Kait’s things and learned from his old friend there were indications Kait’s apartment had been searched.

Merde.

He wanted to pass on the information Turner had given him, but Colin Turner’s paranoia was infectious, and Aurelian decided to wait until he could meet Marc later on. The rest of his day was filled with emails and policy memos Aurelian couldn’t really focus on, as his mind was occupied with the implications of the information he had learned that morning.

He tried to put those considerations aside and simply work through his day, but it felt like an eternity had passed when the clock finally struck five p.m. and he stepped out of his office.

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“Good night, Mr. Reynard,” said his assistant.

“Good night, Elayna,” Aurelian managed as he rushed out the door.

Half an hour later, he was walking into his apartment. “Hello?” he called out cautiously.

“Hello!” Kait’s voice rang happily through the apartment.

Aurelian sagged a little in relief. His commute from work had been filled with images of alien assassins working their violence on the woman he found constantly in the centre of his thoughts.

“How was your day, honey?” came the mischievous call from the kitchen.

Aurelian walked out of the entrance hall, and his jaw dropped.

From somewhere, Kait had obtained the outfit of a Pleasure House novice. A white bandeau covered her breasts, and a golden chain encircled her hips. From the waist chain hung two long strips of silky white fabric, one in front and one in back. Kait was wearing long golden earrings and golden bangles at her wrists.

“Where did you—” Aurelian began.

“Your friend Marc’s assistants were so nice, they made an extra stop for me,” said Kait. “Now come and sit down, and let me take your shoes off. You’ve had a long day…Sir.” She fluttered her eyelashes at him.

Bemused, Aurelian let Kait take him by the hand and lead him to his chair in the living room. Once she had him seated, Kait sank gracefully to her knees and removed his shoes, placing them neatly by the chair. Still on her knees, she looked up at Aurelian and asked innocently, “Is there anything I can do to help my Sir relax after his long day?”

She kept a demure expression on her face while she ran her fingers up the inside of his thigh. “Anything atall?”

Aurelian let out his breath with anoofand sat up straight, painfully aware of the strength of his erection. “Kait, where in the world did all of…thiscome from?”

“Research,” she said sweetly. “With access to the Pleasure House’s network, I could learn more about the basic conduct of a House novice. All of this has been from the section called, ‘When Master Gets Home.’ Am I doing it right, Sir?” Kait asked, half joking and half serious.

Every other thought in Aurelian’s mind took a holiday. “Time to see what you’ve learned, Miss Pyne,” he said huskily, leaning back.

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” Kait unbuckled his belt and undid his slacks.

Aurelian lifted his hips to allow her to slide his clothing away.

“Mmmmm,” she said as she cupped his aching balls with one hand and firmly encircled his shaft with the other. Aurelian made a guttural, approving sound as Kait ran her tongue around the head of his cock like she was licking an ice cream cone.

Aurelian laced his fingers into her hair as she took his full length into her throat. She pulled back slowly, her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft.And thus am I repaid for my slow stroking of you this morning, my Kait.Even as a part of him was still utterly lost in the wonderful sensations of a slow blow job, the part of him that was alwayson, the part marking him forever as a dom was beginning to return.