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The thought that he could keep her, that he might be able to love this woman. Those were the thoughts that disturbed him.
But he was shoving that all aside for the moment because he wasn’t ready to let her go. He would in the end because it was the kindest thing to do. She deserved someone who could love her with his whole heart, who didn’t see the world through the filter of betrayal and loss. She was a bright light. He wasn’t going to be the one who took that from her. But maybe for a little while, he could bask in her warmth, saving it up for the cold nights to come.
“I thought you would be mad at Big Tag for manipulating you.”
“Are you mad at him?” He hadn’t thought of that. “Because it sort of played into your own manipulations.”
“But my manipulations were all about getting you into bed and they worked. I also got spanked for them, might I point out.”
He wept for her poor bottom. Little masochist. “I wasn’t about to spank Big Tag. I don’t think he would sit still for that. And I could do worse, Tiffany. I could tie you up and play with your little pussy until you’re begging for me, and then I would untie you and go to bed.”
That would actually be punishment for him, and he hadn’t done anything wrong.
“I’ll be good, Master.” She stopped. “Should I go back to calling you Sir?”
He’d thought about it on the long car ride back from Sanctum. “Our contract states that you should call me Master. That contract is good through the opening of the restaurant. Let’s honor that time period.”
“And when it’s done?”
He would very likely have to let her go. Or would he? It would be easier when they weren’t living together. There was no reason at all they couldn’t continue a D/s relationship. He would have to think about it. “We’ll renegotiate if we want to, but for now you can either obey my instructions or use your safe word.”
That answer seemed to satisfy her. She pulled her shirt over her head. Her breasts came into view. She hadn’t put on a bra in the locker room. From what he could tell, she never wore one unless she was working the dining room. Like he’d asked.
She seemed ready to please him. He wasn’t foolish enough to expect that would work long term if he didn’t bend for her.
How much could he give her? How much could he take? He knew if he asked for too much, she would run and she would be right to. No one needed to take on a burden. No one.
“Did I mention how beautiful you were in fet wear?” He liked watching her undress. Damn but she was doing it for him, at his command. He would get his play in. He would take her every day between now and when their contract was up. He would revel in her.
“I’m glad you think so, Master.”
Every time that word came out of her mouth, he could swear his cock responded. “You’re even more beautiful naked. Are you going to do as I asked?”
She shimmied out of her skirt and sure enough, she was an obedient girl. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. Her golden form was on display for him. “Are you asking me if I want you to eat my pussy? Because the answer is yes. The answer is I’ve been waiting forever for you to get that gorgeous mouth of yours on my pussy. And have I mentioned how sexy you were in your leathers? The only thing sexier than that hot bod in a set of leathers is your sensual, ridiculously hot mouth talking sex and sin my way.”
She turned on her heels and started walking back toward her bedroom.
She was going to kill him.
The way he’d felt about Alicia had been a youthful thing. It had been about hope for the future, dreams for a family. A young man’s love.
What he felt for Tiffany was completely different. It was primal and there was an edge of caveman to it.
He was a gentleman. He’d been raised to be a gentleman and to treat the women in his life in a certain way. He would never, ever have spoken to Alicia the way he talked to Tiffany. If he’d told Alicia he wanted to tie her up, she would have smacked the shit out of him and shuddered in lady-like horror.
Why did that make her a lady? He’d watched two people give over to their instincts tonight, watched them turn from societal norms to something that worked for them.
Why couldn’t he have that, too?
Tiffany wasn’t any less a lady than Alicia. She might be more because she didn’t question her own needs or judge others. She tossed off her clothes, knowing damn well how lovely she was, and she offered all of her loveliness up to the world. She was kind to the people around her.
He shrugged out of his jacket. He’d still put it on, still needed the armor of a suit, but he’d started to wonder if he needed it around her.
Could she handle the real him?
He followed her into her bedroom, his cock already hard as a rock.
Damn. There she was. She’d done exactly as he’d asked. She’d placed herself on the bed, her ass toward the end, her legs spread.
