pull in decent grades and keep her nose clean. Mandy had done time in a juvenile ward for underdeveloped or troubled kids—no surprise there considering how slow her mental faculties worked—but she’d kept out of trouble and stayed in school. Brice would be digging deeper into that anyway, just to be sure, but he wasn't expecting much. Jenny, the owner of the coffee shop, was squeaky clean. Youngest of five kids, married to her high school sweetheart and mother of three teenage girls. And every other file was just as much a dead-end as the last.
Brice let himself into his apartment with a million facts and images from the day still brewing in his mind. Terryn had his spare key and was going to be meeting him here any minute. He could not pull his head out of the case and focus on getting ready, even with the stop he’d made on the way home. He was so distracted with his thoughts that he’d taken three full steps into the living room before he saw her. Then he froze and abruptly forgot everything, including how to breathe.
Terryn knelt in the middle of the room with her head bowed. That radiant hair was pulled back in a tail that curled loosely down her back. Her knees were spread wide and her hands rested atop her thighs; one of them cradled a glass of wine. She was naked except for one thing.
A collar.
It wasn’t from the club; it was white and had a gold heart-shaped loop dangling from its center. The fatigue, the strain and the stress of the day melted away as he studied her. His sub. The beauty of her at this moment was on level with a masterpiece. Light from the crystal chandelier glinted off her hair, making it glow as it brought out the many different hues of red that made it so breathtaking. Her lovely willowy body still showed the signs from last week’s lovemaking. There were faint pink patches scattered from cheek to knees from his five-o’clock shadow. There were also a couple of faded bite marks and hickeys in some tantalizing places.
Looking at her like this, willingly submissive and awaiting his pleasure while covered with marks from his lovemaking, settled something in him that he’d been unaware needed settling. This , he thought to himself, This is what Heaven would be like if I could design it.
He stepped forward and brushed one finger down her cheek, “Is that wine for me, little sub?”
Terryn felt alive as she never had before. The only thing that kept the pain of Katie’s loss away was focusing on what she had discovered about herself at the hands of Brice last week. When she and Katie had first started exploring BDSM, she had thought it sounded exciting. She pictured herself having an adventure. She also feared finding it a lot less glamorous than the books promised. Although she had hoped for the glamorous, she was prepared for lackluster at best and a painfully awkward embarrassment at worst. She’d never dreamed it would turn out to be her destiny.
She knew that Brice was a huge part of the reason everything was so perfect right now. She was never going back to the vanilla way of life. This is what she had been searching for. This is what had always been missing from every relationship she ever had. Now that she’d found it, it would never be missing again.
When it came to sex, she wanted to serve her Master. More importantly, she wanted to serve this Master. To please him. She wanted to give control of her body and pleasure over to his will. Whatever that may be. In this place of peace where she’d centered herself and cleared her mind of everything, she didn’t think about all the logical reasons that said she was moving too fast. She couldn’t hear the inner voices that would caution her to hold back. In this place, that pounding drive in her heart that told her he was everything she’d dreamed of was the only voice she heard.
Surviving in a big, overcrowded city was both fun and a challenge. She had to battle her way through one job after the next, even with her
Brice let himself into his apartment with a million facts and images from the day still brewing in his mind. Terryn had his spare key and was going to be meeting him here any minute. He could not pull his head out of the case and focus on getting ready, even with the stop he’d made on the way home. He was so distracted with his thoughts that he’d taken three full steps into the living room before he saw her. Then he froze and abruptly forgot everything, including how to breathe.
Terryn knelt in the middle of the room with her head bowed. That radiant hair was pulled back in a tail that curled loosely down her back. Her knees were spread wide and her hands rested atop her thighs; one of them cradled a glass of wine. She was naked except for one thing.
A collar.
It wasn’t from the club; it was white and had a gold heart-shaped loop dangling from its center. The fatigue, the strain and the stress of the day melted away as he studied her. His sub. The beauty of her at this moment was on level with a masterpiece. Light from the crystal chandelier glinted off her hair, making it glow as it brought out the many different hues of red that made it so breathtaking. Her lovely willowy body still showed the signs from last week’s lovemaking. There were faint pink patches scattered from cheek to knees from his five-o’clock shadow. There were also a couple of faded bite marks and hickeys in some tantalizing places.
Looking at her like this, willingly submissive and awaiting his pleasure while covered with marks from his lovemaking, settled something in him that he’d been unaware needed settling. This , he thought to himself, This is what Heaven would be like if I could design it.
He stepped forward and brushed one finger down her cheek, “Is that wine for me, little sub?”
Terryn felt alive as she never had before. The only thing that kept the pain of Katie’s loss away was focusing on what she had discovered about herself at the hands of Brice last week. When she and Katie had first started exploring BDSM, she had thought it sounded exciting. She pictured herself having an adventure. She also feared finding it a lot less glamorous than the books promised. Although she had hoped for the glamorous, she was prepared for lackluster at best and a painfully awkward embarrassment at worst. She’d never dreamed it would turn out to be her destiny.
She knew that Brice was a huge part of the reason everything was so perfect right now. She was never going back to the vanilla way of life. This is what she had been searching for. This is what had always been missing from every relationship she ever had. Now that she’d found it, it would never be missing again.
When it came to sex, she wanted to serve her Master. More importantly, she wanted to serve this Master. To please him. She wanted to give control of her body and pleasure over to his will. Whatever that may be. In this place of peace where she’d centered herself and cleared her mind of everything, she didn’t think about all the logical reasons that said she was moving too fast. She couldn’t hear the inner voices that would caution her to hold back. In this place, that pounding drive in her heart that told her he was everything she’d dreamed of was the only voice she heard.
Surviving in a big, overcrowded city was both fun and a challenge. She had to battle her way through one job after the next, even with her
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