“Well, I can’t deny it. Last week Stella McKay plopped right down at my feet. When I picked her up she kissed me. Right here.” He pointed at his cheek.
She laughed. Stella was a gorgeous toddler who still had problems with balance.
“Come sit with me for a minute, sugar.”
He crooked a finger and pointed at the sofa, waiting until she sat to do the same. Nerves bubbled in her stomach. He’d kept her so busy all day that she’d had little time to worry, but in the last hour everything had crashed down on her.
She clasped her hands together in her lap, hoping to hide their shaking. Duncan reached over and grasped hold of her hands, pulling them apart, holding them in his own large, warm hands.
She should have known she couldn’t hide anything from him. Sometimes she thought he had eyes in the back of his head.
“You know, you’ve had just over a week to prepare for this, no one would blame you if you pulled out or said you needed more time.”
Laken stared into his calm gaze. She shook her head. “I can do this. I need to. Putting it off a week wouldn’t help.”
“I know you’re scared—”
“Not of you. I trust you,” she said firmly. She squeezed his hands. “Believe it or not but I have really missed this. Being your submissive.”
“I’m so proud of you. No matter what happens, I want you to know that. This has been a full-on week, but you’ve taken everything I’ve thrown at you and met every challenge.”
“I’ve actually enjoyed it more than I thought.” She loved giving up control dur
ing sex, knowing that she only had to worry about doing what he told her. She thought that was what had kept her sane during this week, the fact that when she got home from work, Duncan took charge. She’d only ever been a sexual submissive. But there were times this week when she wondered if she didn’t want something more.
“I’ve always liked giving up control during sex. With you, anyway.” She couldn’t imagine giving up control with anyone else.
“Being submissive isn’t a one-size-fits-all thing,” he told her. “Just because you’re submissive with me in bed doesn’t mean you’d want to be with anyone else. And you won’t be,” he added.
What was it about his possessiveness that turned her on?
“There have been times this week when letting go has been a Godsend,” she told him. “I want that tonight. I don’t want to spend the whole night worrying and stressing.”
“Then that’s what will happen,” he said with confidence.
“Duncan, when this is over, will you, I mean, will we…”
“When this is over, you and I will sit down and decide where we go next. I just want you to concentrate on getting through this. But, Laken, I told you I love you and I meant it. I’m not letting you go again. Ever.”
Her fear eased.
“Present, sugar.” His low voice sent shivers up her legs where heat pooled in her pussy.
She dropped down to her knees before him, placing her hands on her thighs.
“Look to me. Tonight, you are going to be the epitome of a good submissive, understand?”
She bit back a grin. “Oh, I am?”
He narrowed his gaze at her sternly. “You are, unless you want your bottom to match your corset.”
She shook her head, although her pussy throbbed at his words.
“What is your safe word?”
“Odie, Sir.”
“You will use it if you need to. For emotional and physical overload.” It wasn’t a question but an order, yet she answered anyway, knowing he expected it.