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She looks up at me and smiles. “I’m good, Sir. I promise.”
It’s odd to me that she stays in a submissive role even when we’re not in the bedroom. I want to tell her she doesn’t have to, but it’s the dynamic she’s had with Owen, and if it makes her happy, I don’t want to discourage it. But I’ve never had the desire for a 24/7 submissive. I do like knowing she’ll obey me when it’s necessary, though. It makes me believe I can actually keep her safe.
My biggest fear about taking a wife in my position is how easily she could become a target as a weak spot for me. Taking care of her was never a question. As her husband, it will be my duty to see to her needs. But I never intended to get so attached that she becomes a weakness. I’m willing to admit that’s a lost cause where Bellamy is concerned. I’m fully attached. She will be the death of me if I’m not careful. But my main concern is keeping her out of harm’s way.
Owen slides a plate to her as his phone rings. He excuses himself with a kiss to her cheek before he holds the phone to his ear and walks out.
Bellamy sits on a barstool in front of the high bar on the deck and pops a strawberry into her mouth. “You OK?”
I lift an eyebrow. “Do I not seem OK?”
She tilts her head and gives me a slight smile. “You seem a little down.”
I drag a hand through my wind-blown hair. “You don’t miss much, do you, vixen?”
Her laughter is warm, and I love the way hearing it makes me feel. “No, Sir. I don’t. It’s important that I notice things at the club, and Owen taught me to always be aware of the people around me.”
I pick up one of her hands and squeeze. “I think that’s what’s bugging me.”
“That I’m observant?”
I laugh. “No. That Owen has taught you so much. That you’re so familiar with each other. And it’s like I’m having to get to know you all over again.”
She smiles and slips off the barstool to wrap her arms around my waist. “Give it time, Tobias… Sir. We’ll get to know each other.”
I stroke a thumb down her cheek. “You’re gorgeous. And you don’t have to call me Sir outside of a scene unless you want to.”
She lays her head against my chest. “That’s the part of all this that I’m going to struggle with the most. Owen and I… we connect intensely through power exchange. It seems right to try and connect with you that way. But not if that isn’t what you’re looking for. It comes naturally to call Owen Sir. I’m still learning what comes naturally with you.”
I put a hand on the back of her head and hold her close. “You’re doing fine. And don’t get me wrong, I like hearing Sir on your lips. I just don’t want you to think you’re obligated. Not when we haven’t developed that dynamic. Soon enough, you’ll learn what I expect and what pleases me. Much like I’ll learn what you like on your breakfast plate.”
She gives a muffled laugh against my chest. “I’m allergic to avocado, and I refuse to put cabbage in my mouth. Otherwise, I eat pretty much whatever you want to put in front of me.”
“I’ll make a mental note. Is it a severe allergy?”
She pulls back and looks up at me. “I can’t eat anything that’s been sitting on the same surface as an avocado, or I have a reaction. If I eat an actual avocado, I might die.”
“Jesus, Bellamy. I should have known this before the wedding.”
“I honestly thought you knew. I’ve had the allergy for as long as I can remember. But then again, I can’t recall your family ever serving anything with avocado, so I guess it makes sense that it never came up. I have to be careful about dining out.”
“Thanks for telling me.”
She lays her head back on my chest and I kiss her hair. It’s nice to have these few moments alone with her. I’ll have to talk to Owen about him disappearing for a night.
As if on cue, Owen returns looking grim.
“Lorenzo Trentini is in Las Vegas. Seemingly on a whim to visit his cousin Matteo, but I don’t like it and neither does Matteo, since he hasn’t heard from him at all.”
I frown. “Has he ever visited before?”
Owen shakes his head. “Not that I’m aware of, anyway.”
“Then it’s good to keep an eye on him. Could he be the person coming after her?”
Owen reaches for his coffee. “It’s possible. We’re looking into it.”
“I think he asked me out once.”
