you drank lukewarm tea with pizza.”
“Thanks.”
As he handed off the cold bottle, their fingers brushed. His erection, having wilted thinking about his time with Mistress Lola, came roaring back. He took the empty pizza box back to the kitchen, using the time to wrestle his libido under control.
“So why did you leave?” he asked, resuming his seat across from her.
“Frank said something that led me to believe you were with another woman. I intended to come here to tell you it was over, that I wanted out. But after taking a few days to get up the courage to end it, I decided if you were with someone else, it was my fault, and I should at least try to fix things.” She lowered her gaze to her lap.
“You were jealous?”
“Horribly.” She glanced up at him, reminding him of countless times she’d tried to sneak peeks when he’d ordered her not to. She had always been a challenging sub.
“You have nothing to be jealous about.” His phone vibrated, clattering against the wooden coffee table. Picking it up, he glanced at the caller ID. “Shit.”
“What?” She jerked upright, all meekness gone.
“It’s her. I told her I would call her when I got home.” He felt his skin flush and rushed to explain. “I wasn’t all that steady on my feet when I left.”
“You’d better answer, then. Let her know you’re all right.”
Yeah. Like you answered all my calls the last few days to let me know you were okay. He slid his finger across the screen, answering the call. “I’m sorry, Mistress. Something came up, and I forgot to call.” He held Brooke’s gaze, letting her know he had nothing else to hide.
“You’ll pay for making me worry.”
“I’m aware of that. Brooke’s here. I wouldn’t have forgotten for anything less important.”
“She’s okay?”
“Yes. We’re talking.”
“You told her about me?”
“I did.”
“Don’t think this gets you out of your contract. You’re mine for the next few weeks.”
He closed his eyes, accepting that he needed to finish what he’d started for his and Brooke’s sake. He needed to understand his sub. “I haven’t forgotten. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Bring her with you. You shouldn’t be the one to punish her for what she put you through, all the worry. You’re too close to the situation.”
He snapped his gaze back to Brooke. It wasn’t a bad idea. “Can I get back to you on that?”
“It wasn’t an order, just a suggestion. Seeing you punished for not following a direct order will only add weight to her punishment.”
It would, and perhaps Brooke could learn a thing or two from a woman who understood both sides of the power exchange. “Thank you.”
“You won’t thank me when I’m finished with you tomorrow night.”
“Then it’s good I’m doing it now.”
She disconnected, leaving her wicked laugh as a promise of things to come. Silence filled the room. Brooke’s gaze was steady, not even a hint of submission. Had he lost her completely? God, he hoped not. Life without her would be unbearable.
“Are you still mine, Brooke?”
“Do you want me to be?”
“More than anything.”
“Then, yes.”
When she dropped her gaze to her lap, his heart soared.
***
Todd’s intense gaze made her squirm in her seat. He still wanted her. She hated to think of him with another woman, but if what he said was true, then he’d done the unthinkable, submitting to a woman—for her. She couldn’t imagine what that was like for a man with a dominant nature. But then again, she’d seen the change in him since they’d taken their relationship outside the club.
He was right, he’d struggled to establish the rules she would live by, and her confusion had led her to act out in unacceptable ways.
“Were my instructions unclear when I left the other day? Did I not tell you to serve Frank as if he were me?”
“Yes. Your instructions were clear.”
“Did I give you permission to abandon him?”
“No,
“Thanks.”
As he handed off the cold bottle, their fingers brushed. His erection, having wilted thinking about his time with Mistress Lola, came roaring back. He took the empty pizza box back to the kitchen, using the time to wrestle his libido under control.
“So why did you leave?” he asked, resuming his seat across from her.
“Frank said something that led me to believe you were with another woman. I intended to come here to tell you it was over, that I wanted out. But after taking a few days to get up the courage to end it, I decided if you were with someone else, it was my fault, and I should at least try to fix things.” She lowered her gaze to her lap.
“You were jealous?”
“Horribly.” She glanced up at him, reminding him of countless times she’d tried to sneak peeks when he’d ordered her not to. She had always been a challenging sub.
“You have nothing to be jealous about.” His phone vibrated, clattering against the wooden coffee table. Picking it up, he glanced at the caller ID. “Shit.”
“What?” She jerked upright, all meekness gone.
“It’s her. I told her I would call her when I got home.” He felt his skin flush and rushed to explain. “I wasn’t all that steady on my feet when I left.”
“You’d better answer, then. Let her know you’re all right.”
Yeah. Like you answered all my calls the last few days to let me know you were okay. He slid his finger across the screen, answering the call. “I’m sorry, Mistress. Something came up, and I forgot to call.” He held Brooke’s gaze, letting her know he had nothing else to hide.
“You’ll pay for making me worry.”
“I’m aware of that. Brooke’s here. I wouldn’t have forgotten for anything less important.”
“She’s okay?”
“Yes. We’re talking.”
“You told her about me?”
“I did.”
“Don’t think this gets you out of your contract. You’re mine for the next few weeks.”
He closed his eyes, accepting that he needed to finish what he’d started for his and Brooke’s sake. He needed to understand his sub. “I haven’t forgotten. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Bring her with you. You shouldn’t be the one to punish her for what she put you through, all the worry. You’re too close to the situation.”
He snapped his gaze back to Brooke. It wasn’t a bad idea. “Can I get back to you on that?”
“It wasn’t an order, just a suggestion. Seeing you punished for not following a direct order will only add weight to her punishment.”
It would, and perhaps Brooke could learn a thing or two from a woman who understood both sides of the power exchange. “Thank you.”
“You won’t thank me when I’m finished with you tomorrow night.”
“Then it’s good I’m doing it now.”
She disconnected, leaving her wicked laugh as a promise of things to come. Silence filled the room. Brooke’s gaze was steady, not even a hint of submission. Had he lost her completely? God, he hoped not. Life without her would be unbearable.
“Are you still mine, Brooke?”
“Do you want me to be?”
“More than anything.”
“Then, yes.”
When she dropped her gaze to her lap, his heart soared.
***
Todd’s intense gaze made her squirm in her seat. He still wanted her. She hated to think of him with another woman, but if what he said was true, then he’d done the unthinkable, submitting to a woman—for her. She couldn’t imagine what that was like for a man with a dominant nature. But then again, she’d seen the change in him since they’d taken their relationship outside the club.
He was right, he’d struggled to establish the rules she would live by, and her confusion had led her to act out in unacceptable ways.
“Were my instructions unclear when I left the other day? Did I not tell you to serve Frank as if he were me?”
“Yes. Your instructions were clear.”
“Did I give you permission to abandon him?”
“No,
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