Page 57 of No Going Back

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

“I’d like you to come to London with me.”

Maddie sat back in her office chair, one elbow leaning on the arm. Ever since Guy had taken to popping in to see her unannounced, it was a miracle she got any work done. At one point, she’d made a comment about his new job not keeping him all that busy. His response, after informing her that he didn’t need to be in London all the time, had been to put her over his knee. While she expected the spanking, she hadn’t anticipated her knickers coming off in the process.

Not when she was in her office.

She still wasn’t sure whether she’d then deliberately made the mistake of goading him by asking for them back before he let her up. The additional half-dozen sound slaps to her arse had been a delightful dessert after the main course.

“When did you have in mind?”

“Your long weekend off. I thought we might arrive for lunch on Friday, spend some time together, have dinner, take in a show, and then find something to do before going to Aegis on Saturday evening. We can take it easy on Sunday morning, and I’ll have you back here by mid-afternoon.”

Maddie’s pulse raced. First time around, she’d loved their visits to a club, adored the freedom of being able to express who she truly was. She could kneel at Guy’s feet and no one would think any less of her for it. “I think I’d like that.”

“Good. In the interests of full disclosure, there’ll be more to our visit to the club than socialising and maybe a little playing.”

“There will?” Maddie was intrigued.

“It’s nearly three years since I bought the place. I figured it was about time I made myself known. Unfortunately, the novelty of the mystery surrounding the ‘new’ owner’s identity hasn’t worn off yet.”

A melee of thoughts tussled for superiority. “You own Aegis?”

He nodded. “And I’d like you to accompany me as my submissive.”

Maddie sat up straight, her hands clasped on her lap and her gaze lowered. “I’d be honoured, Sire.”

“Do you have something suitable to wear?”

The short answer was no. Until she and Guy had had their watershed moment and resumed their D/s relationship, her kink life had been strictly BM—Before Mission. Consequently, all the trappings of that life, including her fetwear, had been disposed of, and until now, apart from some toys, she’d had no reason to replace them. “Not really, Sire. I could probably put something together from my wardrobe, but if there’s a strict dress code, I doubt I have anything truly suitable.”

Masculine fingers took a firm grip of her chin and tilted her head up. His gaze burned into her, setting her submissive soul on fire and making her wet with aching need.

“That’s what I hoped you’d say. I’ll pick you up at ten o’clock. Oh, and one more thing—between now and then, when I’m not around, you keep your hands off my property.”

“Sire?”

“You know what I mean, Madeleine. Your toys stay in the drawer, and your hands and anything else you can dream up to use to get you off stay away from your breasts and your cunt. Who owns your orgasms?”

His dark intensity sent every submissive cell in her body into overdrive. “You do, Sire.”

“Good. Make sure you remember that.”

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The double knock on the door was a sharp reminder to Maddie that she belonged to the man on the other side of it. And the moment she opened it, she was his to do with as he pleased until they returned to her apartment the day after tomorrow. She smoothed her skirt over her thighs, gathered her composure and went to meet her Master.

As soon as Guy crossed the threshold, she was overwhelmed by the compulsion to kneel. She was already wet for him. Days of orgasm denial had left her edgy and needy, and climbing the walls with frustration.

While he’d forbidden her to touch her own body, he hadn’t denied himself the same privilege. Oh, he hadn’t made it easy for her. Making it easy for her would have meant leaving her alone, but he didn’t do that. He’d picked her up for lunch most days—that in itself had been bad enough, sitting across a table from him, knowing she couldn’t touch him. Did he leave it at that? Of course not.

Each time, on the way to eat, he’d taken a detour to a secluded spot. The first time, she hadn’t known what to expect, but the ritual was quickly established. He’d watch while she wriggled out of her knickers, then he’d hold his hand out for them. After tucking them in his pocket, he’d slip his hand between her legs and play with her clit. A finger inside her had spread her arousal over the taut, sensitive bud, and he’d driven her to within a heartbeat of orgasm.

He’d forbidden her to come, but continued to torment her over lunch. Whoever invented the remote-controlled, wireless bullet vibrator had gone straight to the top of Maddie’s shit list.

On the first day, she’d made the mistake of asking for the return of her underwear when he’d driven her back to the hotel. The unscheduled visit to her rooms had ensured that not only was she late back to work, she was also unable to sit comfortably for the entire afternoon. When it came to delivering a punishment spanking, Guy was second to none. The ginger root in her anus that night had formed the last phase of her punishment. It had stung like a bitch.

He greeted her with a hard, demanding kiss. The thrill of it went all the way to her toes.