said.
“What, my thoughts? They’re worth at least ten dollars.” She winked at Trevor to let him know she was joking, but she liked that he’d noticed she’d been daydreaming. It showed he’d be cognizant of her needs when they scened together, as he’d been so far. But their time together was only just beginning.
There was so much to learn about him still. So much for him to learn about her too.
“So,” she said, “you got me to move into your house, and by choosing to stay here I’m also choosing to be your sex-slave, but you’re asking me if you can date me? The logic doesn’t flow.”
“Well, it does to me. This relationship is going to have to happen backward.”
Chapter Three
T he idea of going out in public on a typical, vanilla date with this man petrified Elisabeth. Kink she could do. If he told her he wanted to walk her down Times Square on a leash, she’d be more comfortable than him telling her he wanted to take her out for dinner instead of staying in.
Trevor was so handsome, though, and so charming. How could she resist?
So why was she terrified? Breathe , she told herself. It was only a date. With the billionaire Dom who happened to be test-driving her as a permanent sex-slave, and to possibly wear his collar someday. No big deal.
“I’d love to go out.”
“Great!” Pulling out his cell phone, he pressed a number and said, “Hey Carl, change of plans. I’d like you to drive us to dinner. No, not the city. We’ll go up to Putnam.”
“Putnam?” Elisabeth asked. What was in Putnam County that would be better than in Manhattan?
Trevor grinned and held his arm out to her, guiding her out the front door and down the steps to the waiting town car. “You’ll just have to trust me.”
“I do, sir. Trevor.” Was that true? Did she trust him yet, really? Maybe for something like dinner, but trust took time to build. If anything, their time together in the bedroom allowed her to start to build that trust. He was never sloppy, never ignored her concerns.
The drive up to Putnam County was beautiful. The autumn leaves were on full display, and the roads became narrow and curving as they twisted around New York’s natural hills and lakes. There were so many lakes up there. She could imagine in the summertime, how everyone would jump in to cool off. What would her life be like if she’d grown up out here in the country, instead of in the cramped high-rise apartment, with drug dealers on every corner, asking her where her mother was?
The car drove up a steep hill on a dirt road and arrived at what looked like a red barn with a field and a post-and-rail wood fence around the property. A gravel parking lot where people apparently parked however they felt like it was in front. And it smelled . . . amazing.
“Where are we?” she asked.
“Only the best barbecue joint in the tri-state area, in my opinion.”
“Wow.” Carl came around and opened the door for her, and she stepped out onto the gravel gingerly. “Thanks, Carl.”
She hadn’t been out, really and truly out of the house other than to go to the BDSM club or to run errands for Gregory, in years. It had been of her own choosing, of course. She thought she preferred the safety and security of a small world. But now, maybe, she could expand her horizons a bit.
Inside, the place was bustling. “I’ll warn you now,” Trevor said, “I don’t come here for the service. I come for the food. The waitresses are sweet but once you get your food you pretty much have to just get up and get whatever else you need.”
Elisabeth laughed at the thought of a powerful Dom like Trevor fetching his own soda refill. “Well, now you can relax and enjoy both the food and the service, because I’m here. I’ll get you everything you need.”
Trevor took her hand in his across the table. “If I’d written a script, I couldn’t have thought of a more perfect thing for you to say to me right now. I’m really glad we’re giving
“What, my thoughts? They’re worth at least ten dollars.” She winked at Trevor to let him know she was joking, but she liked that he’d noticed she’d been daydreaming. It showed he’d be cognizant of her needs when they scened together, as he’d been so far. But their time together was only just beginning.
There was so much to learn about him still. So much for him to learn about her too.
“So,” she said, “you got me to move into your house, and by choosing to stay here I’m also choosing to be your sex-slave, but you’re asking me if you can date me? The logic doesn’t flow.”
“Well, it does to me. This relationship is going to have to happen backward.”
Chapter Three
T he idea of going out in public on a typical, vanilla date with this man petrified Elisabeth. Kink she could do. If he told her he wanted to walk her down Times Square on a leash, she’d be more comfortable than him telling her he wanted to take her out for dinner instead of staying in.
Trevor was so handsome, though, and so charming. How could she resist?
So why was she terrified? Breathe , she told herself. It was only a date. With the billionaire Dom who happened to be test-driving her as a permanent sex-slave, and to possibly wear his collar someday. No big deal.
“I’d love to go out.”
“Great!” Pulling out his cell phone, he pressed a number and said, “Hey Carl, change of plans. I’d like you to drive us to dinner. No, not the city. We’ll go up to Putnam.”
“Putnam?” Elisabeth asked. What was in Putnam County that would be better than in Manhattan?
Trevor grinned and held his arm out to her, guiding her out the front door and down the steps to the waiting town car. “You’ll just have to trust me.”
“I do, sir. Trevor.” Was that true? Did she trust him yet, really? Maybe for something like dinner, but trust took time to build. If anything, their time together in the bedroom allowed her to start to build that trust. He was never sloppy, never ignored her concerns.
The drive up to Putnam County was beautiful. The autumn leaves were on full display, and the roads became narrow and curving as they twisted around New York’s natural hills and lakes. There were so many lakes up there. She could imagine in the summertime, how everyone would jump in to cool off. What would her life be like if she’d grown up out here in the country, instead of in the cramped high-rise apartment, with drug dealers on every corner, asking her where her mother was?
The car drove up a steep hill on a dirt road and arrived at what looked like a red barn with a field and a post-and-rail wood fence around the property. A gravel parking lot where people apparently parked however they felt like it was in front. And it smelled . . . amazing.
“Where are we?” she asked.
“Only the best barbecue joint in the tri-state area, in my opinion.”
“Wow.” Carl came around and opened the door for her, and she stepped out onto the gravel gingerly. “Thanks, Carl.”
She hadn’t been out, really and truly out of the house other than to go to the BDSM club or to run errands for Gregory, in years. It had been of her own choosing, of course. She thought she preferred the safety and security of a small world. But now, maybe, she could expand her horizons a bit.
Inside, the place was bustling. “I’ll warn you now,” Trevor said, “I don’t come here for the service. I come for the food. The waitresses are sweet but once you get your food you pretty much have to just get up and get whatever else you need.”
Elisabeth laughed at the thought of a powerful Dom like Trevor fetching his own soda refill. “Well, now you can relax and enjoy both the food and the service, because I’m here. I’ll get you everything you need.”
Trevor took her hand in his across the table. “If I’d written a script, I couldn’t have thought of a more perfect thing for you to say to me right now. I’m really glad we’re giving
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