She slumped in the seat. “What am I going to do? How would I even explain all this?”
“Why are you interviewing for a job?” he frowned.
“Because I need to support myself.” She bristled at his questions even as she knew she shouldn’t. One night at the Club didn’t mean a lifelong relationship. He’d been under no obligation to return or even to choose her if he did. And she didn’t owe him any explanations either.
“I thought you had a contract with the Club. What about your family—Andrew and Belinda?”
Ally felt her cheeks flush with embarrassed heat. “My contract ends the first of December. Andy helped me send out resumes and get some interviews. I don’t want to rely on my family. I need to face life and get on with it.” She shrugged. “I don’t think I’m really a submissive anyway. No matter what the questionnaire results were.”
“Why would you think you’re not a submissive?” he demanded. “You were perfect!”
“No,” she contradicted him, shaking her head even as a rush of pleasure filled her at his compliment. “I tried. I really did, but it just didn’t work out.”
Scowling, he looked at her. His left arm was draped over the steering wheel and his fingers drummed the dashboard.
“Why would you marry a man like Kevin MacLauren? He’s an absolute asshole.”
“I didn’t know that two years ago when I met him. I had just lost my family and Andy and Belinda let me stay with them. I…” She shook her head and looked out at the grungy cement block wall beyond the windshield. “He seemed charming and kind and, before I knew it, we were in his plane flying to Vegas. Unfortunately, what happened in Vegas didn’t stay in Vegas.”
“And it only lasted six months?”
“Six months longer than it should have,” she replied with a sigh not understanding the edge in his voice. What right did he have to be upset? “He…um, the physical side of our marriage wasn’t…”
“Did he hurt you?”
“No, nothing like that,” she replied, feeling something warm at the concern. “It just wasn’t the way I thought things should be. The way I’ve seen other relationships. I didn’t know what to do or how to fix it,” she raised her hands in a helpless gesture, “I saw a therapist but that didn’t help.” She grinned. “Well, it did, in a way. That’s when Andy suggested the Club.”
“Did going to the Club help?”
“Sort of,” she replied, hoping he wouldn’t ask what had gone wrong. That would be nearly as humiliating as some of the things Kevin had said to her. She didn’t want to get into any of that. “So, I tried being a submissive and setting limits to an extent before letting go. It’s not working and I have to move on with my life.”
“Maybe it’s because you set limits,” JW murmured, studying her.
The way he was looking at her made her uneasy even as a rush of heat swept her body. She knew it would be totally unacceptable to throw herself at him and beg him to fuck her anyway he wanted.
“What do you mean? Submissives can—”
“Slaves can’t,” he reminded her.
Ally felt her jaw drop. Slaves? “I’m not a slave,” she stated, narrowing her eyes. What game was he playing?
JW’s arm stretched out across the console and his fingers traced her jaw. It took every bit of strength in her not to cuddle her cheek against his palm.
“Really? You practically were with me. I fucked you into exhaustion and didn’t give you a chance to use your safeword,” he continued, leaning toward her until their foreheads nearly touched. “Hell, I didn’t even ask for your safeword. I used you like a slave, Ally. I took total control of your body, and you loved every minute of it. I did what I wanted. I could’ve done more and you wouldn’t have tried to stop me.”
His fingers lightly gripped her jaw and she swallowed nervously. Her pussy clenched. He was right. About all of it. Did he understand that it was because of him? That in
“Why are you interviewing for a job?” he frowned.
“Because I need to support myself.” She bristled at his questions even as she knew she shouldn’t. One night at the Club didn’t mean a lifelong relationship. He’d been under no obligation to return or even to choose her if he did. And she didn’t owe him any explanations either.
“I thought you had a contract with the Club. What about your family—Andrew and Belinda?”
Ally felt her cheeks flush with embarrassed heat. “My contract ends the first of December. Andy helped me send out resumes and get some interviews. I don’t want to rely on my family. I need to face life and get on with it.” She shrugged. “I don’t think I’m really a submissive anyway. No matter what the questionnaire results were.”
“Why would you think you’re not a submissive?” he demanded. “You were perfect!”
“No,” she contradicted him, shaking her head even as a rush of pleasure filled her at his compliment. “I tried. I really did, but it just didn’t work out.”
Scowling, he looked at her. His left arm was draped over the steering wheel and his fingers drummed the dashboard.
“Why would you marry a man like Kevin MacLauren? He’s an absolute asshole.”
“I didn’t know that two years ago when I met him. I had just lost my family and Andy and Belinda let me stay with them. I…” She shook her head and looked out at the grungy cement block wall beyond the windshield. “He seemed charming and kind and, before I knew it, we were in his plane flying to Vegas. Unfortunately, what happened in Vegas didn’t stay in Vegas.”
“And it only lasted six months?”
“Six months longer than it should have,” she replied with a sigh not understanding the edge in his voice. What right did he have to be upset? “He…um, the physical side of our marriage wasn’t…”
“Did he hurt you?”
“No, nothing like that,” she replied, feeling something warm at the concern. “It just wasn’t the way I thought things should be. The way I’ve seen other relationships. I didn’t know what to do or how to fix it,” she raised her hands in a helpless gesture, “I saw a therapist but that didn’t help.” She grinned. “Well, it did, in a way. That’s when Andy suggested the Club.”
“Did going to the Club help?”
“Sort of,” she replied, hoping he wouldn’t ask what had gone wrong. That would be nearly as humiliating as some of the things Kevin had said to her. She didn’t want to get into any of that. “So, I tried being a submissive and setting limits to an extent before letting go. It’s not working and I have to move on with my life.”
“Maybe it’s because you set limits,” JW murmured, studying her.
The way he was looking at her made her uneasy even as a rush of heat swept her body. She knew it would be totally unacceptable to throw herself at him and beg him to fuck her anyway he wanted.
“What do you mean? Submissives can—”
“Slaves can’t,” he reminded her.
Ally felt her jaw drop. Slaves? “I’m not a slave,” she stated, narrowing her eyes. What game was he playing?
JW’s arm stretched out across the console and his fingers traced her jaw. It took every bit of strength in her not to cuddle her cheek against his palm.
“Really? You practically were with me. I fucked you into exhaustion and didn’t give you a chance to use your safeword,” he continued, leaning toward her until their foreheads nearly touched. “Hell, I didn’t even ask for your safeword. I used you like a slave, Ally. I took total control of your body, and you loved every minute of it. I did what I wanted. I could’ve done more and you wouldn’t have tried to stop me.”
His fingers lightly gripped her jaw and she swallowed nervously. Her pussy clenched. He was right. About all of it. Did he understand that it was because of him? That in
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