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  “Sir.” She tried to tamp down her shock. “But—”

  “I know what might happen, and I’m not worried. He can push and snoop. I’ll tell him and anyone who asks—yes, I’m a Dom, and I do own my club. So what? I haven’t done anything wrong or shady. You haven’t either.” He slid his free hand over her bare thigh. “Let him come after you. He won’t get past me.”

  She stared at him. Was he being serious? They weren’t a couple, but he sure sounded possessive. Part of her wasn’t sure she liked what he said—he didn’t have to be so … overbearing. Then there was his switch in direction. He’d said he wanted to keep things separate, but the way he held her and spoke, she got the impression he wanted more. She craved his attention. Was she reading more into what he’d done than was there? Maybe she needed to ride this out and let him tell her in his own time. She knew her truth—she loved her Sir.

  ****

  He never should’ve gone so caveman on her, but he hated bullies like Trey. No, he truly hated Trey, too. Dean wasn’t sure she deserved him, but she shouldn’t have to put up with the shit Trey shoveled.

  But he’d given her a mixed message. Stay friends and play, but also he’d protect her—yet he didn’t want to be in a relationship. Oh, and he’d put her in the line of fire because when Trey found out she was with one of the city councilmen, Trey would lose his shit. Dean couldn’t deny the attraction, though, so he kept mentioning the connection. He had her on his damn lap and caressed her. Jesus.

  Andi scooted off his legs and rounded the table again. She finished eating in silence. He stacked his plate and bowl, but considered what to do next. Yes, he wanted to own her, but not control every aspect of her life. He noted the struggle within her. She wanted to be her own person, but she craved the scene.

  Who was he kidding? He knew what he had to do. He’d have to prove he wasn’t like Trey and give himself permission to try another relationship. She was too special to ignore.

  “Sir?”

  He met her gaze. “Andi.”

  “I want to do a scene.” Her hands trembled. “Will you do a scene with me?”

  He nodded. “Where? Here or the club?”

  “You decide.” Red tinged her cheeks. “If you don’t have anything here, we can go to the club.”

  He didn’t want to share this session with anyone else, nor did he want to share her with others. He stood, then rounded the table. “Come here.”

  She slid her hand into his. The trust in her eyes melted his defenses. After everything he’d told her, she still wanted to be with him. Well, damn. “You can change your mind, but we’re going upstairs. I want to show you my playroom.”

  “I don’t want to change my mind.” She laced her fingers with his. “I’m sure.”

  He led her halfway up the stairs, then stopped. He had something he needed to tell her and couldn’t hold the words back. “I’m not a wealthy man. This place looks like it, but most of my money is tied up in the Underground.” He needed to be honest. “If that’s nothing you want to deal with, then tell me.”

  “I’m not Lucy.” She eased up one step to look him in the eye. “I used to think I needed a man to keep me. That there was some magic in stability and money. Then I walked away from Trey, and my eyes were opened. I’m on my own and I’m not doing great, but I’m happy. I don’t need your money. I’m good doing my thing.” She rested her hands on his shoulders. “But I do need you. You’re my Sir. You’re the only one who understands me—the creative side, the submissive one—and you haven’t judged me. I wasn’t kidding when I said I love you. I do.”

  “Andi.” She made his heart sing.

  “And it doesn’t mean I won’t try like hell to get you to see you love me, too.” Her eyes sparkled. “Sir.”

  He scooped her into his arms. “You’re a naughty girl.” She’d said the words on his heart before he’d given himself the chance to speak them out loud. She knew him better than he knew himself.

  “I am.” She held on, and her skirt rode up on her thigh.

  He palmed her ass. Was she wearing a thong? Sure felt like it. He carried her to the bedroom. When he put her on her feet, he trailed his hands over her waist. He noticed the boning under her dress. She’d worn a corset! The little minx had known she wanted to play before she’d even arrived. God, he loved her.

  Part of him wanted to take her to the dungeon, but the rest of him opted to stay in the bedroom. “Strip.”

  She tugged her dress up over her head. Her hair tangled, then cascaded around her shoulders. The corset accentuated her curves.

  “Tell me your safeword.” He tugged his shirt loose from his pants. Blood rushed to his dick. He’d never be able to hold back tonight. The other times they played, he’d kept himself in check. He’d stayed cool and detached. Not today.

  “Purple.” She unhooked her bra. The lacy lingerie slid down her arms, baring her breasts. Her nipples beaded. She eased her underwear down her thighs until the thong puddled around her ankles. She shivered as she dropped to her knees, but stuck her chest out. Without being prompted, she bowed her head and clasped her hands together behind her back. She blushed from her hairline to her breasts.

  “Beautiful.” He sat on the bed. “Good girl. I want you across my lap. Show me your ass.” Next time he’d bring the toys from the playroom. Better yet, he’d set everything up in his dungeon and give her a treat. “Girl?”

  She crawled across the carpet to him, then stretched across his thighs. She wriggled her ass.

  Christ. He bit back a groan. “Good girl.” He smoothed his hand over her pale flesh. “You’ve been naughty. You’re teasing me, and you haven’t come to play in forever. How many spanks?”

  She shivered again and whimpered. “Twenty. I ignored how I felt and hid who I am. I need to make up for lost time.”

  “Yes, you do.” He smacked her ass hard and left a red handprint. “What do you say?”

  She whimpered again. “Thank you, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.” She panted. “Oh, fuck, that hurt. I love it.”

  “Do you?” He peppered her butt with ten quick swats, then caressed her abused skin. Her legs trembled. Her fingers tensed, and she arched into his touch. He massaged one globe of her ass. He wanted to bury himself in her body.

  “Sir, thank you. More please?” She flipped her hair over her shoulder and turned her head. “Sir?”

  “Girl.” He smacked her ass twice on each cheek, then along her sit spots. Once he was done, she’d remember this session tomorrow.

  Her whimpers increased, and she panted. “Thank you, Sir. Oh, God.”

  He swatted her legs open, then dragged his middle finger between her pussy lips. Christ, she was wet. “Do you want me here?” He held onto her wrists with his free hand. “Girl?”

  “Yes, Sir. I want you to fuck me.” She shifted her hips, seeming to search for his finger. “Please? I need you inside me.”

  “So demanding.” He smeared her cream over her ass. Her skin shined. “Do you deserve my cock?”

  “No, Sir.” She dug her fingernails into her hands. “I’ve been bad and stayed away for too long.”

  “You have.” He let go of her wrists. He’d forgotten how many times he’d spanked her and didn’t care. “I want you on your knees.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She scrambled to the floor and shook her head to get her hair out of her eyes. Her cheeks were red and eyes bright. She licked her lips. When she assumed her position on the floor, she opened her legs, granting him access. She kept her head down.

  “Good girl.” He stood and admired her. She made a pretty picture. One day, he wanted her to pose for him. For a drawing? Sculpture? He’d decide later. His creative spirit had come back, and he wanted to explore it—with her. Maybe she’d pose for a set of photos. A million ideas raced through his mind, but he focused on what he wanted from her. “Girl?”

  “Yes, Sir?”

  “What do you want to do?” He massaged the bulge in his jeans. “Tell me.”

  “I wa
nt you in my mouth.” She kept her hands behind her back.

  “Good girl.” He unzipped and withdrew his cock from behind the denim. “Come here and get me wet. I want to be able to slide right into your tight pussy.”

  She crawled over to him and parted her lips. “Thank you, Sir.” She nuzzled his erection, rubbing her cheeks along his length, then burying her face against his inner thigh.

  Shit, that felt good. He threaded his fingers into her hair. Although he wanted to control the pace, he allowed her to and simply held on for the ride. She curled her tongue around his shaft, then sucked him between her lips. He grunted. Her hot mouth would be the death of him. “Good girl. Show me what you can do.”

  She hummed around his dick, then bobbed her head.

  Electricity shot through his veins. He hadn’t allowed a sub to blow him in a long time, but Andi was different. She knew how to rock him to his core and slid under his skin. His knees shook, and he leaned into her, fucking her face. He fought the urge to take over. “Yes, girl.”

  She swallowed him to the hilt, then pulled most of the way out. She glanced up at him once and the pure joy in her eyes pleased him. He’d never be able to hold out. He made her wait to come, but he wanted to climax right now. She switched to his balls, taking one then the other in her mouth. He tugged on her hair. Fucking hell, she’d pushed him right to the edge.

  “Fuck,” he said, drawing the word out. “Enough.”

  She let his testicles pop free from between her lips, then sat back on her heels. “Sir?”

  He whipped his shirt over his head, then tossed the garment onto the floor. He needed her now. Dean tugged her to her feet.

  “Sir?” She paled. “You didn’t like that?”

  What had given her that idea? “No.”

  “I’m sorry.” She shrank away from him. “I’m out of practice.”

  “No.” He curled his fingers under her chin. “You were great. I’m gonna blow.” He nodded to the bed. “On your hands and knees. “

  She stared at him for a split-second, then climbed onto the bed.

  He used the moment to breathe and grab a condom. He might be moving too fast, but he hadn’t lost his head. Next time, though, he’d have cuffs, her collar, rubbers, and whatever else he wanted for the scene. She’d managed to change his mind about so much—like being with her, dating her … collaring her and making her his girl in every way. She needed him, but he needed her more. She’d unlocked something within him he’d thought had died when Lucy left. He retrieved the condom and took his place behind her. He shoved his pants around his ankles. Damn, he wanted to slow down, but how? He sheathed himself and grasped her hips. No holding back. He filled her with one swift move, then smacked her ass.

  “Sir.” She dug her fingers into the bedding. “Thank you, Sir. More.”

  “Jesus, yes.” He moved with abandon, building into a steady rhythm in seconds. He spanked her three more times, punctuating his thrusts into her body. When she whimpered, he reached around her waist and eased his hand between her pussy lips. He plucked and pinched her clit. Adrenaline surged through his body. His senses piqued, and he focused on her.

  She trembled beneath him. “Oh, Sir.” She squeezed him from within and whimpered again.

  He tweaked hard on her clit. Being in her pussy, caressed by her and surrounded—she’d managed to push him to the edge again. “Fuck. Come with me.”

  “Thank you, Sir.” She tensed, then shuddered under him. He embraced the orgasm. The rest of the world melted away. Only Andi mattered. He filled the condom, then added a few more thrusts. “Jesus H. Christ.” He scraped his nails along her backside, then slumped over her. His world spun on its axis. He kissed her shoulder and tried to regain his bearings.

  “Thank you, Sir,” she murmured. She lowered herself onto the bed and sighed. “Thank you.”

  He should be the one bowing to her. She’d allowed him into her innermost spaces and given her heart. He eased out of her pussy, then stood on wobbly legs. “Damn.” He ditched the condom. “Andi.”

  She snuggled into the bedding. “Yes?”

  “Stay.” Demanding she do so was impulsive and against what he’d said to begin with, but he didn’t care. “I want you here with me.”

  “I’m not going anywhere.” She rolled onto her side. Her hair slipped in front of her eyes, and she blushed all over.

  He’d never seen her more adorable. He kicked out of his tangled jeans and socks, then stretched out beside her. “I want to draw you.”

  She placed her hand over his heart and toyed with his piercing. “I’d be honored.”

  “Good.” He tucked her to his side. For the first time in forever, he felt complete. He had what he wanted, and nothing could ruin this moment. Nothing.

  Chapter Six

  Dean basked in the glow of the moment until a thought occurred to him. Until the town voted, Trey had the potential to make her life miserable. Dean didn’t have anything to worry about, but Trey had no limits to his conniving. He’d find new and inventive ways to treat her like shit, but if he knew she was connected to one of the city councilmen, maybe he’d leave her alone. He could try to suck up to her to curry favor with Dean. God, what a mess.

  Dean would have to work up a plan to allow Andi to live her life and spend time with him without Trey’s interference. “So the election is in a month.”

  “I think so. Until Trey decided to run, Gage Dworkin was the only other candidate.” She shrugged. “According to the newspaper, Simpson was going to hand over the job to Dworkin until the actual election, but I’m guessing Trey begged city council to have a special election.”

  “And his old man’s money probably helped grease the wheels.” Dean gritted his teeth. “He’ll do whatever he needs to in order to get what he wants.”

  She propped herself up on her elbow and nodded. “You sound worried. Are you? I don’t blame you if you are. I’d have second thoughts if I were in your position.”

  “Why?” He caressed the underside of her breast. He wanted clued in to her way of thinking. “Explain.”

  “Well, no relationship is worth having your life dragged into the public eye. Some people will read about what you do and think the wrong thing. I’ve got friends who believe BDSM is abuse and it should be illegal. Trey will exploit that. I’d be willing to bet he’d make it his goal in life to close the Underground because he’s a dick. He hates me and you by association.” She tensed. “Your business could be shuttered because of me.”

  “Slow down.” He tugged her onto his chest and palmed her ass. “I’m not running for office, and I’m not afraid of him. He can hate me all he wants, but I haven’t done anything illegal. Justin makes sure the Underground is completely legit.”

  “Dworkin might decide to play dirty in order to keep the job and dredge up whatever he can find to make Trey look bad.” Her eyes widened. “I don’t want you to be hassled because of me.”

  “Okay, Trey has nothing to gain by exposing you or bringing light to what I do. If anything, he’ll want to keep your past with him buried. You know too much about him that would make him look bad. Yes, people might not like what the Underground does, but unless it’s thrown in their face, they don’t care. He wants to court the voters and be anything they want to get him into office. Dworkin doesn’t care what we do here at the Underground. He used to be a member, and he knows how to work with city council. He’s a good person.” Dean shifted his hips to nestle his dick between her pussy lips. “You don’t have anything to worry about.”

  “I’m not so sure,” she said. “I can’t imagine he’d say he never knew me. Our engagement announcement was in the paper.”

  “Andi.” He brushed her hair behind her ears. He had to think fast and come up with a solution. “Trey would be smart to focus on his current situation and the reasons why he wants to be mayor. I see nothing he can change. Simpson had a pretty good situation for the town, and Dworkin looks to be the right person to continue those policies.”
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  “You know Trey … he hates to let anything drop. I’m not even sure why he wants to be the mayor, but I’m sure he’s got an agenda.” She balled her hands on his chest. “I need to figure out what I’m going to do. I can’t hide. I have work to complete and two shows to prepare for.”

  She had a point. He loved her pluck and determination, but she couldn’t do this on her own. He wouldn’t let her. He could solve part of the problem. “I have an idea.”

  “Oh?” She toyed with his nipple piercing. “I’m listening. Not convinced, but listening.”

  “Will you let me keep you?”

  Her brow furrowed, and she opened her mouth twice but said nothing.

  “Stay here with me. I’ve got room for you to work and plenty of light.” He had to be tactful. “Let me collar you. That’ll show everyone you belong to me.” And it’d allow him to protect her and to grow closer in the ways he needed.

  “Don’t do something you aren’t ready to do.” She shook her head. “Besides, you’re the one who isn’t thinking straight. A collar will only convince people we’re doing something bad.”

  “I’ve wanted to collar you since January.” He cupped her jaw in both hands. “The night you came to me and asked if I loved you was the night I’d planned on offering a permanent collar.”

  Her lips parted. “You did?”

  “Uh-huh.” He brushed his thumb along her bottom lip. “I still want to.”

  “Sir.” Red infused her cheeks. “Even after I walked out?”

  “The way I feel about you hasn’t changed. I want you. I want to serve you, too.” He threaded his fingers into her hair and tugged. “I can’t wait to see my collar shimmering against your skin.”

  She whimpered and wriggled on his lap. “Sir.”

  “Yes?” He tugged on her hair again. “Do you want to belong to me?”

  “I do.” She met his gaze and licked her lips. “I’m already yours.”

  “I have an idea to go alongside that one.” He’d be taking a leap and wasn’t sure she’d come with him, but he had nothing to lose by asking.