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“Is now a good time to explain that I have my own car?” She bounced the baby as both men stared at her. Yeah, those were not chef and som stares. Those were Dom stares. She knew when to retreat. It looked like she would start her campaign earlier than she’d planned. “Okay, then. I’ll be ready.”
“See that you are,” Sebastian said. “And pack a bag of your fet wear. I’ll look through it and if it’s not acceptable, I’ll purchase more for you. I have exacting standards, Tiffany, and I’ll expect you to live up to them for the next eight weeks.”
Somehow the idea of Sebastian’s big hands brushing over her silky underthings and touching her corsets did something for her even if that stick up his ass was showing itself. “Of course, Sir.”
She strode out as Seth started to cry. “I’m with you, baby boy. Sometimes it hurts to not get what you need.”
But starting tonight, she would damn straight try.
Chapter Three
Three hours later, Tiffany looked around her place with a sigh. It was mostly clean. She was pretty sure she’d picked up all the coffee mugs and granola wrappers. Fairly certain.
The place wouldn’t implode while she was gone, but damn she was going to miss her easel and canvases.
Her cell phone trilled and she glanced down briefly before clicking to answer. “Hey, D. How’s it going in Cowtown?”
Her best friend chuckled over the line. “Well, it would be way more fun if you were here.”
She moved around her tiny, sunny apartment, closing up the blinds. “I’ll be there in a couple of hours.”
“But you won’t be here,” Deena replied. “Are you sure you can’t run this scheme of yours from my place?”
“Your place recently flooded,” she pointed out. It was best when scheming to always stick to the generalities of the scheme. “It’s very sad.”
“Okay, okay.” She could practically see Deena throwing up her hands in mock surrender. “Your girl parts are in complete control. Does that man even understand what’s coming for him?”
“I think he’s got a pretty good idea since I signed a contract with him about an hour ago.” That had been a surreal moment. Of all the ways she’d thought this thing could go early on, signing a contract with Sebastian that stated she was his submissive for the next eight weeks wasn’t one she would have bet on.
Of course, she wasn’t certain how seriously Sebastian was planning on taking that contract.
“Excuse me?” Deena sounded as shocked as Tiffany had felt.
She closed the final curtain and turned off the light in her bathroom. “I know. The wheel of fate is turning in my direction. Apparently Big Tag needs a favor from Sebastian. We have to train some billionaire guy and his women so they can come play at Sanctum, but he’s insistent on having an actual D/s couple do the job.”
“There’s one problem with that. You’re not a D/s couple,” Deena pointed out.
“Oh, according to the contract I signed we are.”
She was his sub and that meant she was to obey his directives when it came to play. Because they were fast-tracking the get-to-know-you period, she had also agreed to work with him both at home and at Top so that they could look as close to a long-term couple as possible.
But he’d also been explicit about the fact that he wouldn’t expect her to have sex with him, nor would he require her to sleep in the same bed as him.
Baby steps.
“Tiffany, are you really thinking about this? I’m pretty sure Sebastian is more hard core than any of the Doms you’ve played with before.”
She wasn’t worried about that. She’d enjoyed all the BDSM play she’d been involved with before. Spanking was a total turn-on for her, but she was months in and she hadn’t had sex with anyone. Not even her hot-as-hell recent play partners. Over the months, she’d enjoyed playing at Sanctum and had found a regular group of Doms to bottom for. Bear was a gorgeous piece of manflesh who worked for McKay-Taggart as a bodyguard, and Michael Malone was equally hot. Both had been willing and she’d totally meant to sleep with them, and then it turned out neither one was Sebastian and her female parts had gone into lock-down.
If she didn’t land Sebastian soon, her Hitachi was going to burn out, and she didn’t have the cash for another one. She couldn’t even go to Dad for a loan. She’d made a deal with herself when she’d decided on the starving-artist path. No loans from her father unless it was for education or an absolute necessity, like fixing her car so she could get to work.
Masturbatory aids did not fall into those categories so she needed that expensive piece of equipment to keep on vibrating.
“I’ll be fine,” she replied. “I’m actually a little worried that Sebastian won’t take things seriously at all. Oh, don’t get me wrong. I think he’ll scene with me when we go to the club, and he’ll likely want to go over protocol endlessly, but he didn’t exactly seem eager to get his hands on me. Am I wrong about this? Am I being a total idiot to think we’ve got this amazing chemistry? He treats me more like an annoyance than a woman he wants to spend serious time with.”
Deena sighed over the line. “Tell me why you’re so into him again.”
She was quiet for a moment, thinking back to that one night that had been such a turning point for her. “He’s kind.”
