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“It has metal studs on the inside so when I tighten it, it leaves marks on his skin. Over time, they get callused and remain there. The cock ring also has studs at the base, so when I grip him, he has to tell me, trust me, when the pain is too much.
“I put on his collar and from there forward he attends me however I need him to do. Starting with a neck and back massage.” A faint smile crossed her face. Tiger was familiar with her body aches from computer work. He’d picked up on it one night when her neck was tight, and had been learning how to give her massages, his strong hands cradling her head.
The kneeling sub she’d fantasized about would be ordered to clean up her place before she arrived home—make the bed, wash the dishes, maybe a little dusting and vacuuming. Ooh, window cleaning. There’d be a webcam where she could watch him do it, in nothing but that cock harness. When she arrived home, she’d watch the footage while she ate her dinner, as he knelt by her feet. Then she’d make him kneel between her legs while she sat on the couch. He’d hold a vibrator for her as she brought herself to climax against it.
“He’ll remain hard and aching, unreleased, because that’s how I want him. I’ll go to bed, have him kneel in the corner next to a sleeping mat. He has to stay that way until I fall asleep, so every time I open my eyes, I see him waiting to serve me until I call for him.
“In the morning, I’ll shower, take his collar off as I leave. Go back to work. That night, it starts all over again.”
She reviewed the words, then hit send. He wasn’t a fast reader, but his response was worth the wait. She had her arm over her face, reducing the dim light in the room further, managing her headache, when the phone chimed.
Two words on her screen.Holy shit.
She wanted to laugh, but closed her hand on her empty throat instead. She gazed at the wall of text she’d sent, and felt strangely bereft. But then she thought of the phrase he often sent her.I hear you, Mistress.
God, she missed him.
The Francis Bacon paraphrased quote she’d seen on his hearing class materials went through her mind.Sound isn’t significant.
Neither was the fantasy. It was about the underlying things. The trust, the marking. The service. Her imaginings were just different scenes that could change to fit the mood, the man. Her heart and soul.
The rest was merely window dressing for what mattered.
The system was set up, but if she ever had to work with that condescending little prick again, she’d return to private contracting. The client was a good one, so they wouldn’t end the relationship based on that. Her job had been to implementthe system and train the sales department how to use the software effectively. She’d done it, while keeping her temper and courtesy, but the IT manager had pushed it, and she’d finally had to act.
He’d been trying to talk over her—again—because he could. At least with his vocal cords. In mid-sentence, she leaned over his shoulder. He’d parked himself at the terminal she should have been occupying to better demonstrate the features they now had at their disposal.
She called up a dialogue box and began to type, cutting him off and drawing his attention.
“You have a choice. Learn to listen, or explain to your boss why your need to compare dicks with me means you can’t operate a quarter-million-dollar marketing system overhaul that will triple your profits.”
His gaze had snapped up to her face. She’d held the lock with it until he’d pushed back from the desk and let her take over, with a muttered insult that she’d forced herself to ignore. It helped to see the obvious relief from his staff, who’d known he was the obstacle on successful implementation.
She would let Ros know about it, not to complain but because he might try to sabotage her work and say TRA had delivered an inferior product. Ros could stay ahead of that. Skye suspected she’d have a frank talk with the client and suggest they groom one of his staff to take his place. Skye would recommend the slim twenty-three-year-old with bad acne who’d been intensely attentive, wanting to learn everything she was willing to share. His tech skills needed work, but he was obviously eager to grow those.
On the plane ride back to New Orleans, she thought longingly of Tiger’s hands, his mouth, and the simple pleasure of his company. She also thought of riding him mercilessly for thecatharsis of a mind-blowing series of orgasms, his cock filling her.
He didn’t deserve her in this mood, though. She texted him that it had been a shitty couple of days. Even though she really wanted to see him, she’d reach out to him tomorrow, after she had time to get her head right and be better company.
She received a thumbs up, the brief acknowledgement telling her he had his head under the hood of a car, a place she never wanted him distracted, so she didn’t ask for more.
When she came out of the gate, there he was.
He leaned against the rail, arms crossed over a Sturgis, South Dakota bike rally T-shirt, his long denim-clad legs hooked at the ankles of his black motorcycle boots. Dark shades emphasized his stubbled jaw.
The number of women casting him sidelong glances could have qualified him as a tourist attraction, but his focus was all on the gate. As she emerged from it, he was already headed for her.
He relieved her of her carry-on and laptop bag, and then slid an arm around her, bringing her close to brush his mouth over hers. He even lifted her off her feet as he did it, secretly thrilling her, though she gave him a mock frown when he put her down. He grinned, meeting her gaze with a dark blue one that told her how much he’d missed her. Just as much as she’d missed him.
“Respectfully, Mistress,” he said mildly, “I think we’re past the ‘I only want to see you when you’re in a good mood’ part of the relationship. I’m here for you. That’s the beginning and end of it.”
She rested her hands on his biceps.Same goes.
“You already proved that to me,” he answered that look. “You’ve seen me growly and at my worst and didn’t have the sense to leave me alone.” His eyes twinkled. “But just in case…”
He fished in his pocket, bringing out a cookies and cream Hershey bar. “I brought chocolate in case you were pissed at mefor ignoring your direction. It’s a little melted, but I remember that doesn’t bug you much.” His wicked glint recalled the last time she’d sucked warm chocolate off his skin.
She was so glad to be home.
