a day off. Hang out with Apollo, you know?”
Todd and Elaina exchanged a look. Damn. It was the same look Jackson had given me earlier in the week. Was everyone in on
something?
“What?” I asked.
“Nothing,” Todd said. He winked at Elaina. “Round of golf still on for tomorrow?”
Before I’d collared Abigail, I’d agreed to play golf with Jackson and Todd this weekend. I couldn’t very well get out of it.
“Sure thing,” I said. “Golf tomorrow.”
Who could talk about tomorrow? Who could think past tonight?
How much longer until six o’clock? I looked at my watch. Too damn long.
“Everything okay?” Elaina asked. “You look distracted.”
Damn right I’m distracted, I wanted to shout. Who the hell wouldn’t be distracted?
Instead I sat down and took a sip of tea. I was calm. I could do calm. “Not at all,” I said. “Whatever gave you that impression?”
I didn’t think they believed me.
I opened the door when I heard the car service in the drive. Abigail’s eyes darted to the front door as she got out of the
car and she gave me a timid smile.
“Abigail,” I said. “It’s good to see you this evening.”
“Thank you.”
She was nervous. I could tell by the way her gaze flickered over everything. Yet the few times she looked my way, her eyes
grew dark with yearning and desire. Perhaps her week had been just as long as mine. I could tell without asking that she had
followed the command I gave her before she left last weekend—she was not to touch herself during the week.
I led her to the kitchen, and we sat down to eat the clam sauceI’d made after Elaina and Todd left. Cooking had calmed me down.
“How was your week?” I asked after she started eating.
A smile tickled the corner of her mouth. “Long. How was yours?”
I couldn’t tell her it had been the same for me. That I’d spent too much time planning the night, imagining it. To do so would
give too much of me away. So I just shrugged, playing it cool. She needed me to be in control.
We continued eating. “Apollo killed a gopher,” I said.
She looked slightly taken aback, and her cheeks bore the faintest of pink flushes. She wasn’t expecting that, for me to make
normal conversation. It made her even more needy, got her more worked up. Playing Abigail was going to be an absolute treat.
I would savor every second.
Sex didn’t start in bed. Sex started in the way you moved, the way you talked. It was whispered, conveyed with a subtle look.
“My friend Todd’s wife, Elaina, brought a gown by earlier,” I said, because we wouldn’t have another chance to talk about
the benefit after dinner. “They’re looking forward to meeting you.”
“Your friends? Does everyone know about us?” Her voice was anxious.
I took my time twirling a bite of pasta.
I’m in control of this, Abigail. Trust me
. I ate a forkful before answering. “They know you’re my date. They don’t know about our agreement.”
I leaned back and watched her eat. She compulsively cut her pasta up and took several small bites. At one point she looked
up, saw me watching, and went back to studying her pasta.
A few more seconds and I’d have her right where I wanted her.
She suddenly put down her fork. “So do you plan to touch me this weekend or not?” she blurted.
Yes.
“Ask me the question in a more respectful manner, Abigail.Just because this is your table doesn’t mean you can talk to me any way you choose.”
Her gaze fell to the table. “Will you touch me this weekend, Master?”
“Look at me,” I said, because I wanted to see her eyes.
Her expression was conflicted—she knew she’d misspoken—but I’d overlook it this one time. And since she’d asked . . .
“I plan to do more than touch you. I plan to fuck you. Hard and repeatedly.”
Her lips parted and her eyes grew wide with excitement, dinner forgotten.
Yes . . .
I pushed back from the table. “Let’s get started, shall we? I want
Todd and Elaina exchanged a look. Damn. It was the same look Jackson had given me earlier in the week. Was everyone in on
something?
“What?” I asked.
“Nothing,” Todd said. He winked at Elaina. “Round of golf still on for tomorrow?”
Before I’d collared Abigail, I’d agreed to play golf with Jackson and Todd this weekend. I couldn’t very well get out of it.
“Sure thing,” I said. “Golf tomorrow.”
Who could talk about tomorrow? Who could think past tonight?
How much longer until six o’clock? I looked at my watch. Too damn long.
“Everything okay?” Elaina asked. “You look distracted.”
Damn right I’m distracted, I wanted to shout. Who the hell wouldn’t be distracted?
Instead I sat down and took a sip of tea. I was calm. I could do calm. “Not at all,” I said. “Whatever gave you that impression?”
I didn’t think they believed me.
I opened the door when I heard the car service in the drive. Abigail’s eyes darted to the front door as she got out of the
car and she gave me a timid smile.
“Abigail,” I said. “It’s good to see you this evening.”
“Thank you.”
She was nervous. I could tell by the way her gaze flickered over everything. Yet the few times she looked my way, her eyes
grew dark with yearning and desire. Perhaps her week had been just as long as mine. I could tell without asking that she had
followed the command I gave her before she left last weekend—she was not to touch herself during the week.
I led her to the kitchen, and we sat down to eat the clam sauceI’d made after Elaina and Todd left. Cooking had calmed me down.
“How was your week?” I asked after she started eating.
A smile tickled the corner of her mouth. “Long. How was yours?”
I couldn’t tell her it had been the same for me. That I’d spent too much time planning the night, imagining it. To do so would
give too much of me away. So I just shrugged, playing it cool. She needed me to be in control.
We continued eating. “Apollo killed a gopher,” I said.
She looked slightly taken aback, and her cheeks bore the faintest of pink flushes. She wasn’t expecting that, for me to make
normal conversation. It made her even more needy, got her more worked up. Playing Abigail was going to be an absolute treat.
I would savor every second.
Sex didn’t start in bed. Sex started in the way you moved, the way you talked. It was whispered, conveyed with a subtle look.
“My friend Todd’s wife, Elaina, brought a gown by earlier,” I said, because we wouldn’t have another chance to talk about
the benefit after dinner. “They’re looking forward to meeting you.”
“Your friends? Does everyone know about us?” Her voice was anxious.
I took my time twirling a bite of pasta.
I’m in control of this, Abigail. Trust me
. I ate a forkful before answering. “They know you’re my date. They don’t know about our agreement.”
I leaned back and watched her eat. She compulsively cut her pasta up and took several small bites. At one point she looked
up, saw me watching, and went back to studying her pasta.
A few more seconds and I’d have her right where I wanted her.
She suddenly put down her fork. “So do you plan to touch me this weekend or not?” she blurted.
Yes.
“Ask me the question in a more respectful manner, Abigail.Just because this is your table doesn’t mean you can talk to me any way you choose.”
Her gaze fell to the table. “Will you touch me this weekend, Master?”
“Look at me,” I said, because I wanted to see her eyes.
Her expression was conflicted—she knew she’d misspoken—but I’d overlook it this one time. And since she’d asked . . .
“I plan to do more than touch you. I plan to fuck you. Hard and repeatedly.”
Her lips parted and her eyes grew wide with excitement, dinner forgotten.
Yes . . .
I pushed back from the table. “Let’s get started, shall we? I want
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