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“If anyone finds you while I’m gone, tell them you’re waiting for your Dom to return. They’ll know not to touch you without my consent. Do you understand?”
“I understand, Sir.” The words were little more than a gasp.
Unable to help himself, Aiden grinned as he left the room. He hadn’t failed to notice her reaction when he’d said the other Manor Doms would needhisconsent to touch her, nothers. The muscles in her ass and thighs had instantly tightened, as if she longed to squeeze her legs together.
Her application made it clear she had fantasies about being shared with multiple men. But fantasy and reality didn’t always line up, and he was exceptionally glad their kinks were once again in perfect sync.
Hurrying upstairs, Aiden let himself into their room, rummaging around in the dresser for what he wanted. The drawers were full of plugs and paddles, cuffs and chains, and everything else he could want.
After making his selections, he took his time going downstairs, knowing the longer wait would drive her mad in the best possible way. With any luck, one of the otherswoulddiscover her on display in the study. If so, her arousal would be dripping down her thighs by the time he made it back to her.
He was deep into a reverie of what he was about to do to her when he turned the corner to the back hallway. A voice drifted out of the study—a voice that didn’t belong to Olivia or one of the other Doms.
It was the high, nasally voice of Stacey Blackwood.
“Shit,” he said under his breath, hurrying his steps. When at last he could decipher what his former guest was saying, he was only a few feet away from the doorway.
“—anyone would ever want to look at your fat ass is beyond me. Let alone fuck you. I bet Aiden took one look at your picture and decided to charge you double.”
Aiden was about to storm into the room and give Stacey a piece of his mind, but Olivia spoke before he got the chance: “I’m waiting for my Dom to return.” She said it in a bland, robotic voice, and pride swelled in his chest.
His strong, spectacularly submissive girl. He should’ve known Olivia wouldn’t let the bitter words of that jealous bitch touch her. Given what she’d written in her application, Aiden wasn’t sure what to do next. Swoop in and come to her rescue? Or let her prove to herself how much of an amazing badass she truly was?
“I bet you’ll be waiting a long time. You know why he left you here like this, don’t you?” Somehow, her voice got even crueler. “He wanted to humiliate you while he went to find someone worth fucking. He hopes you’ll be so embarrassed you’ll leave early.”
“I’m waiting for my Dom to return.”
“I think I’ll go find him. Once he sees me, it could be hours before he remembers where he left you.” She gave a nasty laugh. “I sure hope you’re comfortable.”
Olivia took in a long, shuddering breath, letting it out before she answered. “I’m waiting for my Dom to return.” There was a slight quiver in her voice that time. He’d let things go too far.
Without another moment’s hesitation, he stepped into the room. “Stacey, that’s quite enough.”
The tall, thin blonde whipped around, eyes wide. Her shock morphed into what he supposed was meant to be a shy, seductive smile as soon as she saw him. “Oh,Aiden, it’s you,” she purred, walking up and running a single finger down his chest. “I was just coming to look for you.”
“I can’t imagine why,” he said, taking hold of her wrist and jerking her hand away. “Or have you forgotten Jonathan is your Dominant this week?”
“Oh, he won’t mind,” she said, trying to press up against him. “Trust me. He knows all about our history together.”
Releasing her wrist, Aiden stepped away before she could reach him. “Stacey, stop. Now.”
She pouted—something she’d spent about half of their week together doing. It made him grind his teeth together. “But why?” she whined, then seemed to think better of it. She looked up at him through her eyelashes, trying again for a seductive smile. “What we had was incredible. Don’t you want to experience it again?”
Aiden closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. He should’ve blacklisted her rather than pawning her off on someone else. The money they could get from Stacey or her socialite friends wasn’t worth all this hassle.
“I have tried to be polite,” he said, only reopening his eyes after the words were out. He met her gaze with the stoniest expression he could, wanting her to finally get the hint. “But you force me to be rude. No, I don’t want to experience it again. If I did, I would be your host this week instead of Jonathan. I’m sorry I didn’t feel the same connection you did, but I hope Jonathan helps you enjoy the rest of your stay. Now I’m going to have to ask you to leave, as you said some terrible things to my sub, who’s waiting for me.”
They stared at each other for several long, tense seconds. Aiden was starting to think he’d have to physically force her out the door, but then she turned on her heel, her long hair hitting him in the chest, and stalked silently from the room, back ramrod straight.
As soon as Stacey crossed the threshold, Aiden shut and locked the study door. By the time he got to Olivia, she had her face pressed against the desk, and her whole body was shaking.
“I’m here,” he said, untying the knot at her wrists as quickly as he could. Helping her up with gentle hands on her arms, he turned her to face him. Silent tears streamed down her face, and she wouldn’t meet his gaze. “Oh, Liv, I’m so sorry.” She collapsed against him then, and he scooped her into his arms, carrying her over to an armchair.
Holding her against his chest and stroking her hair, he let her cry herself out. “It’s all right,” he said when at last her tears were drying up. “Nothing she said was true. You’re beautiful, and smart, and funny, and kind, and a hundred times more submissive than she could ever dream of being. I’ve been happier these last few days than I can remember being in years, all because ofyou.”
Finally, she looked into his eyes. There was so much pain there. But also hope.
“And between you and me,” he said conspiratorially, looking around as if he might be overheard, “my week with that jealous, stuck-up brat was literal torture.”
