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“Javier.” Sebastian’s call stopped Javier in the hallway.
“Yeah?” He didn’t turn around.
“Taggart was joking, you know. You’re a good brother. Not everyone wants to be saved. If you like, I’ll talk to Rafael.”
Tiffany’s eyes filled with tears. How far he’d come in a few short weeks. This was the man she knew he could be. Open. Loving. Kind.
Javi’s shoulders slumped but he still didn’t turn. “Thank you.”
When she heard the door close and lock, she turned to Sebastian. “That was a kind thing you did for Javier.”
Sebastian sat in that chair differently than he had before. His shoulders were squared, his chest larger and his eyes hawkish on her. A king on a throne now. “I realized something. I am my brother’s keeper. I forgot that for a long time. It can hurt to get involved, but that hurt is far better than the numbness I’ve felt for the last few years. Take off your clothes.”
That was an easy request to honor. “Yes, Master.”
His lips curled up as he sat back, watching her pull the shirt over her head. “I think you should be naked as often as possible. You would like that, wouldn’t you, my lovely exhibitionist?”
The minute she felt the air on her skin, she sighed. She shoved the yoga pants she was wearing off her hips. “I do. I know it makes me weird, but I like how it feels. I like to paint naked. I think better that way, but I so rarely do it because I also need the morning light and that leads to one of two things. Complaints from the neighbors or unwanted attention from them.”
“Well, we’ll have to build a fence around our house that’s high enough we don’t worry about the neighbors.”
“We have a house?” She liked the sound of that.
“I suspect we will. Apartment living can be confining and I want a house I’ll feel comfortable in. The halls in apartments are typically too small to comfortably move around in. Knees, please. I think a lovely apology to me is in order before we get started with the punishment.”
That punishment word was ominous, but she was willing to go along with it. She dropped to her knees in front of him. “I’m so sorry I forgot about the parole board hearing, Master. I won’t forget again.”
His eyes narrowed. “How the hell many others are there going to be?”
She gave him a brilliant smile. “None. Absolutely none.” She thought. She was pretty sure that dude in California wasn’t ever getting out. Probably. “I was talking about when Bobby goes on trial for nearly murdering me. I will hand over everything to you and I will be the best of submissives.”
He chuckled as though he found the idea highly entertaining. “Somehow I doubt that. Do you understand why I’m punishing you?”
Because he was a freak who needed to let off a little steam, and she was wound pretty tight so she would enjoy it. She wasn’t going to say that. There were protocols to be followed. “Because I put myself in danger and you won’t have that.”
He reached out and stroked her hair back. “Such a smart girl.” The hand in her hair twisted and his mouth took on that faintly cruel and entirely sexy twist it got when he was ready to go hard core. “I’m also doing it because you scared the shit out of me, Tiffany. I’m doing it because you belong to me and because what I’m going to do will bring me great pleasure.”
What he wasn’t saying was how much pleasure it would bring her, too. “Yes, Master. I want that for you. I want to make up for disturbing you this evening.”
“You disturb me every single day and never apologize for that. Come here.” He held out a hand and helped her up so she could move into his lap once more. “Have you ever heard of a phantom limb? It’s a thing that happens to most people who lose an arm or a leg. We’re so used to them being there that we wake up and still feel them. You can feel an itch you can never, ever scratch, and it can threaten your peace, to say the very least.”
She smoothed a hand over his face, the beginnings of a beard lightly scratching her palm. His hands moved over her skin as though he couldn’t help himself. Another joy of being naked. He seemed to find touching her soothing, and there was nothing she wanted more than to be a peaceful place for Sebastian. “I’m so sorry. When you feel that way, tell me and I’ll try to help.”
He shook his head. “That’s not my point. I lost more than my legs. After what happened when I got home, I cut out another part of me, the part that connected to people. I cut it out and never intended to use it again. I eased the ache with minor connections and thought I was feeding my soul. And then I felt that phantom itch when I saw you. Except it wasn’t really a phantom. It was more like an awakening because I don’t think you can truly lose that part of yourself. It simply sleeps until the right time. You’re my right time, love. You’re the right woman.”
“I haven’t lost the way you have, but I have drifted through life,” she replied. “I always wanted what my parents had. I didn’t actually realize how similar it was until recently, but I thought it wouldn’t happen. My father always told me that I would know when I found someone I was willing to really fight for. He didn’t tell me I would have to fight you, but I knew you were the right one, too.”
“Let’s see how you feel after tonight, my love.” He leaned over and kissed her, melding their mouths together. His tongue dominated hers, turning the kiss carnal in an instant. Heat sang through her, lighting up her body.
No one could make her so hot, so fast.
He broke off the kiss and turned them toward the bed. “You will place yourself on the bed and wait for me. This might be awkward. I’ve never done this before, never played like this.”
Never played without his legs. “We’ll be fine. And if it’s awkward, we’ll laugh and make it work anyway. There’s nothing we can’t handle, nothing I can’t handle as long as you’re with me.”
“Keep that in mind. Up you go.”
She climbed on the bed and the candles weren’t the only things the men had set up while she’d been on the phone. A good portion of Sebastian’s kit was laid out neatly on one side of the bed. Her eyes widened at the sight of a rather large butt plug and a tube of lube.
