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Pretty blue eyes lit up as though Independence Day fireworks were exploding behind them. “Oh, yes, sir. Anything you like.”
“Excuse us,” he told Connie, exchanging his grip on the sub's hair for one on her bare shoulder. He steered her back up the stairs, and Connie swore the only reason the girl didn't float to the ceiling with elation was the weight of his hand keeping her grounded.
Thane chuckled. “Well, the big guy's going to get his rocks off. I think I'll get dressed so I can take you home, ravage you, and fall asleep with you. I've discovered that the favorite parts of my day all involve you, sugar.” He pressed his lips to her hair, tightening his arm around her waist. “You've probably got questions about the phone call.”
Phone call? Oh, the asshole on the phone who thought he could fuck with Thane's free will and ream out a Domme. Connie's lips curved into a satisfied smile when she replayed his snarled demand of,“Who the fuck are you?”back through her head. “None that matter. If he’s not important to you, he means nothing to me. If he starts causing problems, I'll sic Atticus on him.”
He cupped her face and tilted it up to look at him. “Speaking of Atticus…when we get home—after I pay you back for fucking me so well—you're gonna tell me what's going on with all the secrecy around here. There's more than one secret in these hallowed halls.”
She took a deep breath and stared straight into amber eyes. If she took that step forward, she needed to be dead sure she trusted him not only with her life, but the lives of her friends and family. If she trusted him with Archie's secret and he went to the cops, there wasn't a scrap of evidence to support the story, certainly not enough to arrest her friend, but Connie didn't want Jasper's sub to come under any kind of scrutiny because she opened her mouth to the wrong person.
Not to mention, Atticus's whole operation could be exposed. Not that he'd be bothered—the amount of contacts Atticus had scattered around the globe could make any exposure disappear faster than it arose, but again, it was the principle of the matter.
The thing was…she did trust him. Down in the gut trust.
Connie took his hand, linked her fingers with his. The Masters had accepted him into the circle. They considered him part of the Avalon family because she loved him, and he'd earned their respect. They were going to make it official because he'd proved he belonged with them.
“More than one,” she agreed slowly, testing the waters. “More than you might want to know.”
Thane scratched an itch across his ribs, his expression open and curious. “At a guess, I'm thinking some of these secrets might be detrimental to someone's freedom if they got out. You really don't have a good poker face, sugar,” he drawled when she gaped at him. “Okay, I can see the dilemma. Will telling me compromise your professional integrity?”
Only if she discussed anything confessed to her during Archie's sessions, which she wouldn't do anyway. Not even Jasper was privy to those details without Anarchy's explicit permission. The event itself wasn't a secret among the Masters. “No.”
“Are these secrets responsible for you and me getting together?”
“Yeah, partly. They're woven into the tapestry of events that led to Atticus assigning you to me as my Dom. Evan, Alicia, this…they're all connected. Like links in a chain attached to an anchor.”
“Dragging you down into the abyss,” he murmured, displeased. “All right then, take some time to think about what you need from me to be able to trust me with the magnitude of this anchor. I know you trust me, Connie,” he said before she could speak. “You wouldn't have done a lot of the things I've asked of you since we began this journey if you didn't, but this is different. This involves the people you care about, people you love, and you don't have many of them. Their safety comes first, so make me jump through as many hoops as you deem necessary. I understand.”
God, could she love him any more than this? She squeezed his fingers. “I don't have any words, Thane.”
He kissed her, slipping her under his spell as he gently plundered her mouth. “Make me work for it, sugar. If it's important enough to be hidden from common knowledge, I want to be worthy of being included. I don't break confidences, I can be an absolute vault, but telling you that isn't enough when it comes to protecting your family. Even if they feel like they're mine now, too.”
“That's because they are. You're mine, Thane, and what's mine is yours, including the people I love.”
Thane's forehead pressed against hers. “On that very sentimental note, let's go home.”
***
Chapter Thirteen
They slept later than he'd hoped.
Thane woke and peered at his alarm clock, grunting quietly when he saw it was afternoon. The blinds did their job, keeping out the sunlight, but he cursed their efficiency. Never mind, he decided, smiling when he realized there was a curvy woman plastered over him. His tentative plans for the day would just have to be shuffled forward an hour…make that two.
Somehow, Connie had twisted herself on top of him, naked and still sleeping. She was warm, her breath fluttering over his chest. Beautiful gray eyes closed, her plush lips slightly parted. Just watching her sleep made his tender dick ignore the lingering effects of the cock ring and salute her pussy with a salacious, Good morning, ma'am.
When they'd gotten home last night, he'd marched her up the stairs, spread her wide on the sheets, and pinned her there with the sternest Dom glare in his arsenal. Stripping her had been a delight—feasting on her pussy for an hour, titillating her into several orgasms with just his fingers and mouth, then pounding her into the mattress until she screamed had been the culmination of a fantasy.
It was the least he could do after she'd hit the reset button on his control panel and smoothed out the jagged edges that had been driving him crazy.
Cupping her hips, Thane adjusted her body so the swollen folds of her labia caressed his crown. Groaning, he moved her again, lifting his hips to push inside the damp heat gently. As much as he loved dominating and being dominated during sex, sometimes a lazy fuck after a long night was just the thing to get the body moving.
“Christ, man, are you a fucking rabbit?” Connie moaned.
“Mmmn-hmm. I come with extra batteries, too.” He clenched his teeth as his leg twinged sharply, sending a shock of pain tearing through the muscle. Tightening his hold on her, he grunted and forced himself through it, concentrating on the ripple of sensitive tissues around his cock. Better than morphine, he thought, and just as addictive. “I had a schedule for today, but you were too tempting to resist, sugar.”
She set her hands on his chest and pushed herself upright, looking every inch like a queen on her throne, with no one the wiser about the cock she was impaled on. Knuckling her eyes, she rode him with slow undulations of her pelvis, grinding down until they both moaned. “Who's in charge here, Thane?”
