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I sigh, “I’m ready. It’s bittersweet. Let’s go home, Nash.”
We both get into the vehicle and drive away.
“I’m glad I left her a note. I felt bad about just leaving.”
“Good girl, Princess. I’m proud of you.”
He chuckles when he notices my cheeks heat.
“I know it’s stupid that it has an effect on me.”
Grabbing my hand, he says, “No, it’s not stupid. It’s called a praise kink. A lot of women have the same reaction to it.”
“What’s your kink?”
Nash laughs, “Your pussy, your mouth, those tits, all of you are my kinks, Princess.”
I glare at him, “Seriously.”
He rubs the stubble on his chin as he appears to be considering my question and then answers, “I never thought of it as a kink, but I like to have control. I like you to be submissive to me. It turns me on. It makes me happy.”
Giggling, I say, “I guess I knew that. Control freak.”
“Careful,” he warns.
“Are you going to take the belt to my ass?”
He smirks as he pulls into the parking spot outside the gallery, “Is that what you’re hoping for?”
I sigh, “I think I need it. Please.”
“My beautiful little pain slut.”
Nash exits the vehicle, walks to my side, and opens the door. We busy ourselves with taking everything inside. We’ve hired a professional to help us hang the paintings so they will look perfect.
“Ready to see the apartment?” He asks.
I smile, “Yes.”
He pulls out a keycard and walks me to the elevator, “I have an extra one for you. Nobody will be able to get up there without a card.”
The door slides open, and I gasp as we walk into the apartment, “Nash. Did you do this?”
“Yes, of course.”
The walls are dark gray, like the gallery. It has a large black sofa in the living room with a modern glass coffee table. On it sits a crystal vase with a spiral design. Inside the vase are stunning blue orchids.
He takes my hand and pulls me to the kitchen. Again, I gasp, the appliances are all stainless steel. There’s a backsplash above the sink, a beautiful iridescent blue. The dining table matches the coffee table, a rectangular glass table with thick tulip legs. The high-back chairs covered in a black luxury velvet fabric look expensive yet comfortable.
“Two more rooms to show you.”
I nod and follow him down a hallway, and we enter an art studio.
“I know you can paint in the studio in the gallery, but I want you to be able to do it here, too.”
There are dozens of canvases and probably hundreds of paints. There’s a couple of chairs. I glance at them and then at Nash questioningly.
“I didn’t know what kind of chair you wanted.”
