Page 103 of The Best Bad Decision

He shouldn’t be doing all the work, but he didn’t always understand that.

Still, he found ways to let me take care of him too.

“You’re the sweetest person I’ve ever met.” I’d make sure he remembered that, like he helped me to remember submitting wasn’t something that made me annoying or useless. “You just…you just needed the right person to balance you out.”

Me.

He’d needed me.

Maybe that was the reason I hadn’t freaked out?

Master’s sigh that time was low and tender as he released my tie and wrapped one arm around my neck. “I thought you were going to be the craziest bad decision I’d ever made when you walked in the door and asked me to date you.”

That felt like a lifetime ago.

“I…” Words were harder to organize but I closed my eyes and focused on his breath against my neck as I tried to get my thoughts out. “I told myself it was a ridiculous request and it was terrible logic, but as I sat down in the living room for the first time, you…you made everything make sense.”

Straightening, Master brushed his lips against mine again as his fingers barely caressed the back of my head. “Because I’m the best bad decision you ever made, baby.”

I wanted to tell him how amazing he was, but all I could do was wrap myself around him and bury my face in his neck. Master hummed softly and wrapped both arms around me. hugging me tight again. “Giving yourself to me is going to end up being the best decision you ever made, baby.”

He snuggled me closer, kissing the side of my head. “I promise. I know this wasn’t what you expected when you asked me for help, but I’m going to take care of you and keep you safe and I’m going to show you every day how special you are…and that you belong to me.”

I tried swallowing past the lump in my throat, but it wasn’t budging, so I had to just nod. He knew what I couldn’t say, though. Master always knew because that was just who he was. So I hugged him tighter that time, trying to show him how special he was to me.

“Even when you’re not here with me, I’m going to make sure you can’t forget who you belong to.” Kissing me again, I could hear the shift in his tone. “And I know exactly how I’m going to do it. Let me show you, baby.”

Taking another deep breath, I nodded and straightened. The lump was still there but I could swallow around it again. “Yes, Master.”

He was going to show me.

Master hadn’t tried hard to keep my present a secret but that was mostly because teasing me about it was almost as much fun as giving it to me. He liked everything that made me…well…that turned my brain off and just let me submit to him.

“I…” Words. It felt like he needed more words as he slowly led me to the bedroom, gently caressing my fingers as he held my hand. “Your texts help me remember. You’ve given me a good schedule too.”

I hadn’t even overwhelmed him when I’d confessed I liked seeing him every day. Everyone else always said it made them feel claustrophobic, but not my Master. It was definitely a Dom versus everyone else thing, but I knew a large part was a Casimir was special thing.

“I want more, though, baby.” Stopping by the bed, he slowly ran his hands over my jacket. He caressed every inch like he was going to make love to it too before giving my shirt the same loving treatment. “I want that tux too.”

Suit porn…the subs online had given me some interesting ideas on how to feed his addiction to it.

“Are…are you going to cage me while I wear it, Master?” Yep. I might not be creative but the other subs more than made up for my lack of imagination. They’d done a good job too because pleasure seemed to wash through him like a wave until even his eyes rolled back in his head.

Yes…the answer was definitely yes, but it took several long moments for him to push away the fantasy and remember I was there with him.

Oh, that stare.

It was like every cell in his body was focused on me and there wasn’t anything else in the world.

“Yes, baby.” Nearly purring out the words, he wrapped one hand around the tie and started stroking it again. “You’ll wear your tux and your cage…and your collar.”

My collar.

My collar.

My collar.

There was probably something romantic or sweet I should’ve said, but I was barely hanging on to the ability to talk. “You…you said I needed…I needed a collar that I could wear all the time.”