10
Regina
It had been two days, and Ansel hadn’t put hands on me again, not that I’d mind it. Since sleep eluded me most nights, I noticed he’d left the last couple of nights and hadn’t returned until the next morning. I conjured up all types of stories as to where he’d gone.
He and his friends were always on guard waiting for my family members to make an appearance. However, I didn’t believe Ansel’s late-night outings had anything to do with my situation.
Was he leaving to seek out his other subs? A question I shouldn’t have about a man that wasn’t mine. No matter how many times he reassured me, I didn’t know what the heck I was doing because I didn’t know what a sub was supposed to do besides follow her Dom’s commands.
There was another reason I’d said no to Ansel that I hadn’t disclosed to him. The idea of being one of a group of Ansel’s women didn’t sit well with me. However, my demanding curiosity, coupled with my attraction had won over my good sense.
Was Ansel leaving at night to commit other sinister acts? I had no idea. The way August had described Ansel, I’d imagined him as this sadistic serial killer. Being around him, I didn’t know what to think anymore.
August wouldn’t have left me with Ansel if he were a threat to me. Ansel also had taken care of and protected Megan for six months, and it wasn’t lost on me that they’d developed a tight bond.
No less than a minute after I’d sat down to eat breakfast, Ansel stalked into the kitchen, impeccably dressed in a dark navy designer suit that fit him to perfection. His presence was so dominating that I dropped my fork. In my haste to catch it, I almost toppled my plate.
“Good morning, Doc,” he greeted as his signature smirk emerged.
A stiff glance was cast in his direction for making me drop my fork.
“Good morning,” I greeted, stifling a yawn. I hadn’t slept a wink in the last few nights. However, in this case, I didn’t mind the sleeplessness. My mind flooded with the memories of him making me orgasm, knowing that it was a teaser as far as he was concerned.
A shudder ran through me, making my shoulders twitch.
He crept closer to the table in that stalking manner of his. He’d probably memorized every aspect of me down to the clear polish I’d put on my nubby nails. He walked around to my side of the table and stood close enough for his warmth to wrap around me.
A whiff of his fresh scent drifted up my nose, a hint of spice, a dash of piney woods, and a pinch of sin. His scent wrapped around me, invigorating my senses as it stirred my listless passion. I could have breathed him in all day.
My gaze settled on the phone he’d placed on the table in front of me. His finger sat on the shiny black face of the phone, keeping it in place. My gaze traveled up his strong hand before it caught a peek at the tattoo that covered his arm.
“2826 to unlock it and 666 to get me. If I don’t answer after three rings, it will go to Scott’s phone. If Scott doesn’t answer, it goes to Marcus’ phone, then JG and then Rob. If no one answers, you take the black Mercedes in parking space 127, second floor. The keys to the car are in your bedside table, directions on where to go are already programmed in the car. Aaron’s and Megan’s numbers are in here too. In case you forget, everything I just told you is in a neat little note locked inside this phone behind a picture of me.”
He already had a serious backup plan in place, making me realize he took his job of protecting me seriously. I glanced up in awe until I found my voice.
“Wow! Thank you,” I uttered as I shrunk under his lingering gaze, cast over me like a burning light. To have something else to concentrate on, I picked up the phone and started to scan through it. To say that I was impressed with this man was an understatement.
The flick of a shiny thin card passed across my view and was placed in front of me. A credit card? Specifically, it was a black card.
“I need to take care of some business today,” he offered, luring my gaze away from the card. “Marcus is going to take you shopping and wherever you need to go. If I catch you in jeans one more time, I promise you, I’m cutting you out of them and burning them. I may even toss the rest of your clothes in for good measure.”
A grin escaped me. “You wouldn’t.”
“You want to try me?” he replied in a dominating tone. Was he serious? His arms folded across his chest, those intense green eyes darkened as they dared me to try him.
“Now, tell me what I want to hear,” he demanded although his voice had returned to its normal timbre.
Was this the Dom side of him? What was I supposed to say? Somehow, I got the impression my time for asking questions had passed. Screw it. I’d wing it. Wouldn’t be the first time. I got the impression that Ansel wanted me to mess up so that he’d have an excuse to punish me.
“I’ll get something besides jeans to wear,” I answered, hoping it was what he wanted to hear.
“Good. I’ll be taking you out tonight. Pick up something sexy.”
“Okay,” slid across my lips, low and unsure. In my opinion, I was so far from sexy, I’d forgotten what the word meant.
Before my family had gotten a hold of me, I was carefree, playful, and outgoing. People wanted to hang out with me. They’d invite me to their parties and get togethers. The cesspool my family had dragged me into had swallowed my personality, and only jagged pieces of it remained.
At twenty-eight, soon to be twenty-nine years old, I was a prude.
Ansel glared at me until I dropped my gaze and flipped the card across my fingers. Without saying another word, he eased away, taking his warmth and invigorating scent with him. My gaze followed him as he exited the kitchen, looking as good going as he had coming in.