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  enjoyed the most were those when he took control in the bedroom.

  “Yes, Master. And I came up with a few ideas on how to incorporate our special relationship into our weekdays.”

  “Excellent. I’ll read over what you wrote and we’ll discuss that later.”

  He was always very insistent that we not negotiate anything while I wore his collar. We would most certainly discuss my ideas, but I knew from experience it wouldn’t be anytime today or tomorrow.

  Frankly, I was looking forward to him taking a more dominant role in the bedroom. I thought back to a few nights ago in front of the fireplace, when he’d shown me by his words exactly how my body reacted to his commands. Every time I remembered him saying, “Fucking do it now, Abby,” my insides tightened and a particular warmth spread over my body.

  That night had been the first time he’d shown me exactly how he could be more in control, even when I wasn’t wearing his collar.

  “I wonder, though, Master,” I started and then stopped. “But maybe we should wait and discuss it later. When my collar is off.”

  “I don’t mind having a discussion. As long as we both know nothing will be decided or agreed to until it’s off.”

  I was still kneeling on the floor. I thought it doubtful I’d forget that long enough to haphazardly agree to anything. More than that, though, I knew he wouldn’t want me agreeing to anything pertaining to our weekdays. That was key to my decision to tell him my thoughts now.

  “We both have such intense headspaces during the weekend,” I said. “And you, you have to do so much planning and preparation. How will that work on say, a Tuesday night?”

  He put one foot across his knee and thought before speaking. “I think we’ll have to make the weekdays less structured. I won’t be planning anything specific. The weekdays will be a time for it to just happen naturally.”

  I couldn’t help it, I giggled. “The last time we let things happen naturally, we ended up with cold risotto and marinara sauce on a certain part of your anatomy, Master.”

  His laugh was playful. “You did an outstanding job of cleaning the sauce off, though. Can’t say taking it natural is a bad thing.”

  I laughed along with him. “No, definitely not a bad thing.”

  I enjoyed that as our relationship grew and strengthened, we found it easier to have lighthearted moments during my collared days. During times like this, I found it hard to believe we’d ever hesitated to laugh and share everything together. I couldn’t fathom I’d known him less than a year.

  He was still smiling when he said, “I have, however, planned something for this afternoon. Go on into the bedroom, I’ll be there in five minutes.”

  I hurried into the bedroom, curious as to what he had planned. The curiosity only grew when I saw the handwritten note at the foot of the bed with a blindfold beside it.

  Abigail,

  Get in bed and put the blindfold on. You are not to take it off at any time.

  It is late in the evening. You are alone in the house. Earlier in the day you had the blinds open and you were pleasuring yourself. You didn’t think anyone was watching. You were wrong.

  And you really should have made sure the front door was locked before you went to bed.

  Nathaniel

  My heart pounded. Role-play. I loved it when he created a role-play scenario. Loved the feeling of pretending to be someone else. It allowed me to act out some of my fantasies. Typically though, what we did was more straightforward: workplace, deliveryman, or naughty schoolgirl. This sounded intense.

  I didn’t have long to prepare. He said he’d be upstairs in five minutes. I debated for a few seconds on whether I should strip or leave my clothes on. He hadn’t said either way, and therefore, I could do either. Which way would be more fun?

  I hastily took everything off and scurried under the covers. The blindfold simply slipped over my head and in no time I was silent, still, and waiting in the darkness. Always before when he’d blindfolded me, I’d prided myself on my heightened sense of hearing, so I thought I’d know when he came into the bedroom. This time, I yelped when my hands were yanked above my head and tied into place.

  “You should have checked the lock before you got into bed,” Nathaniel’s voice was rough and gritty, but it was still his.

  Knowing I was safe, I allowed myself to sink deeper into my role. “Who are you?”

  “That doesn’t matter. What matters is I saw that little show you put on earlier when you thought no one was looking.”

  “You saw that?”

  “Yes, I saw what a naughty girl you were playing with yourself, fucking your fingers. I bet you knew I was there and it turned you on more knowing I was watching.”

  “I didn’t, I—”

  He put a hand over my mouth. “Be quiet. If you speak without permission, I’m going to slap you. Your only job right now is to do what you’re told and to make amends for this afternoon. Do you know how you’re going to do that?”

  I shook my head.

  He took my jaw in his hand and squeezed. “Answer me when I ask you a question.”

  “No.”

  He squeezed so hard it hurt. “You fucking know better. Address me correctly.”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Better not make that mistake again.” He moved his hand and pulled the sheet down. “I knew you’d sleep naked. Dirty girl. You were probably hoping someone would break in and give you what you want.”

  This was a new side of Nathaniel, a darker side. He was rough and demanding and I found it hot as hell. The fact I didn’t have my sight only made it hotter.

  “I bet if I . . .” he slid a hand between my legs and forced a finger inside me. “Just like I thought. Your little pussy is desperate for cock.” He shifted on the bed and removed the remaining covers.

  He was silent for a long time and I started to grow uncomfortable.

  “Look at you all spread out on the bed. When I saw you earlier, I imagined you like this. Naked and aching. Watching you made me so damn hard. So now you’re going to open those legs for me.” He slapped my upper thigh. “Now.”

  I grew more and more aroused the longer he talked and when I spread my legs, I knew he could see exactly how much. I thought he’d slip a finger into me, but he pinched a nipple instead, causing me to moan.

  “So wet for me,” he said. “Good thing, because I’m seconds away from pounding into you as hard as humanly possible.”

  I felt him move on the bed again. This time settling between my legs. He pressed his cock right against my slit.

  “Feel that? Feel how hard and thick I am?”

  “Yes, Sir.” I shifted my hips, needing him to move.

  “Good.” He pushed the head inside me. “Fucking hell, the sight of you taking me.”

  I wished I could see. Could watch as he claimed me. I groaned as he moved the slightest bit.

  His hand covered my mouth. “You’re not to move or make a sound and you certainly aren’t allowed to come.” He pushed deeper. “Your only purpose right now is for my use and my pleasure.”

  As if proving his point, he thrust all the way inside me and, holy shit, it felt so good I had to bite the inside of my cheek. He withdrew and drove back in with a grunt. He muttered something under his breath and then took my right leg and pushed it up so it touched my chest. He slid even deeper on his next thrust.

  “That’s it. Take that cock.” His hips picked up the pace and slammed me into the mattress with every forward push. With his punishing rhythm, I knew I couldn’t hold out for very long.

  Under the blindfold, I squeezed my eyes tightly, but that didn’t help very much. He shifted his hips and hit new spots. Desperate not to come, I inhaled deeply and held it.

  “Breathe,” he growled in my ear, his hips never stopping.

  The air left my body with one loud whoosh. “Yellow,” I panted. “I can’t. I can’t stop it.”

  Almost immediately the blindfold was taken from my face. His dark, ne
ed-filled eyes stared into mine. The intensity of his expression almost took my breath away again, but then he gently whispered, “Come, Abigail.”

  With those two softly spoken words, I freed my body and my orgasm engulfed me immediately. He held still while I constricted around him and then he pushed into me again and again, not stopping until, with a final grunt, he thrust deeply, allowing his own release.

  He rested for only seconds before reaching up and untying my hands. One at a time, he kissed both my wrists and placed my arms at my sides. His familiar hands ran over my body and I sighed as he reclined on the bed and pulled me to him.

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  “Yes, Master, I always enjoy role-play.” I turned my head and kissed his chest.

  “I know, but I need to be certain. We’ve never done anything resembling consensual non-consent.”

  “We’ve talked about it before and I said I was interested. Now that we’ve touched on it, I’d like to do more.” I shivered again just thinking about the way he talked, his rough and demanding hands, and most of all, his mastery over me. “It’s thrilling and exciting, but I know I’m completely safe with you.”

  “Look at me.” He pulled me closer. “I want to fulfill all your fantasies and desires.”

  “And I want to fulfill yours.”

  “Oh, my lovely.” He lifted my chin, gave me a soft kiss, and whispered against my lips, “You already have.”

  ***

  The Thursday before we left, he found me reading in the living room. We’d spent the day skiing and exploring the village a bit more. He’d disappeared shortly after we returned. I’d assumed he’d called to check on Apollo. Our honeymoon was the longest Apollo had been away from him and Nathaniel checked on him frequently.

  When he returned, he strolled into the living room and took a seat beside me. “Reading anything good?”

  I closed my book. While he had switched to e-books years ago, I still preferred actual books. To me there was just something about turning pages and—call me crazy—the smell of a book. Technology couldn’t replace that.

  “Pride and Prejudice,” I said.

  “Again? Haven’t you memorized it yet?” He was smiling and his voice was playful, so I knew Apollo must be doing well.

  “Haven’t memorized the entire thing just yet. Maybe by the end of the weekend. It is a long flight home.”

  “Are you ready to go back?”

  I gave the question some thought. Part of me was ready to get back home and see family and friends again. I especially missed Felicia, since we talked on an almost daily basis at home. And part of me was ready to go back to work. I knew I didn’t have to work. Nathaniel had told me I could quit when and if I wanted to. But I enjoyed my work and the people at the library, plus I couldn’t imagine what I’d do if I didn’t work. I’m sure I could stay busy, but for the time being, it would be nice working and knowing I could quit if I wanted to.

  Another part of me, though, was enjoying my time with Nathaniel and I knew when we returned home, he’d be busy catching up with his own work. I knew how demanding that would be. Our time together would probably be drastically reduced. I most certainly was not looking forward to that. A downside to marrying such a successful businessman was that I had to share him with too many damn people.

  “I’m torn,” I said in answer to his question. “I’m ready to get back home in order to see people and even get back to work. But I know you’ll be extremely busy and I won’t be able to see you that much. I’ve enjoyed having you all to myself for the last two weeks.”

  “I feel the same. Torn.” He reached over and took my hand. “But I promise you that business will never come before you and our marriage. I’ve known too many men who have ruined their lives by treating work as the most important part of it, and I vow not to do that. In fact,” he smiled, “I give you permission to kick my ass if I ever get my priorities out of whack.”

  I snorted. “Like I need your permission to do that.”

  “True, I’d expect you to kick my ass. Permission or not.”

  “Your dad wasn’t like that was he?” I asked almost hesitantly. He didn’t talk about his parents often, but his prior statement made me curious.

  Surprisingly, he didn’t even pause before answering. “No, he definitely had his priorities straight. Always took time for family. Never missed an event that was important to me. And I remember he and Mom would go off on their own without me for a week or so, several times a year.”

  “Sounds like he was a good role model.”

  “He was. It goes without saying, but I hate that he died so young.” He looked down at his wedding band. The one that had been his father’s. “He had so much left to teach me.”

  I placed my hand over his. “I think he taught you a lot and I’m sure he’d be proud of the man you’ve become.”

  “Thank you.” He leaned over and kissed me gently. “I wish they could have met you.”

  He’d said as much before. Since my mother had died when I was an adult, I couldn’t imagine not having her with me while I was growing up. “I wish I could have met them, too. But you know, I see glimpses of them in you.”

  He sighed and put an arm around me. “I’d like to think that’s true.”

  We sat for a few minutes, wrapped in our own thoughts and watching the snow fall softly outside.

  “It’s so beautiful here,” I said, breaking the silence.

  “Quite a bit different from New York.”

  “I couldn’t live away from the city, but I really like it here. It’s so different, even from the estate.”

  I’d really grown attached to the chalet in the last week, and the village had its own charm. I especially liked the no-car rule. And how many other places could you visit where you could ski across borders?

  “And the food is outstanding,” he said.

  “Yeah, especially the hot chocolate you make here.”

  “I was just thinking about making some. Want a mug?”

  “Sure, that sounds great.”

  While he left for the kitchen, I walked over to the window and looked outside. It suddenly hit me hard that we’d be leaving soon and that made me a bit sad. The chalet had been a haven for us and I knew I’d always remember the two weeks we’d spent here, both for the intimacy and pleasure we’d enjoyed and the insights I’d gained about my own nature.

  We still hadn’t discussed my journal writing. I supposed we did have the long flight back. The jet would allow us plenty of time and privacy to talk.

  “One hot chocolate and a special delivery for a Mrs. Abby West.”

  I looked up to find him reentering the room carrying a tray holding two steaming mugs and an envelope with a silver bow.

  “I got mail? Here? With a bow?” It didn’t make any sense.

  “Technically, I put the bow on it.”

  “Why would you put a bow on my mail?”

  He nodded toward the couch and put the tray on the center table. “Have a seat, drink hot chocolate, and I’ll explain.”

  I took my seat and picked up the mug, but it was too hot to drink. “Mmm, smells so good.”

  He took a sip of his own. “Needs to cool a bit.” He picked up the envelope and handed it to me. “Here, open this.”

  His eyes were filled with excitement and a huge grin covered his face. I looked from him to the envelope and took it from him. “What’s this?”

  “Consider it a belated wedding present.”

  “From who?” I shook it. “Sounds like paper.”

  “It’s from me and it is paper, silly woman. Open it.”

  “We said we weren’t exchanging wedding presents, that we were just doing the rings. Now I feel bad. I didn’t get you anything.” I should have known he’d get me something. It really wasn’t fair. Although I had to admit I was intrigued by what could be in an envelope.

  “You gave me the gift of yourself by marrying me,” he said with a quirky smile.

  I cocked my he
ad and narrowed my eyes. “That’s sweet and all, but don’t think I’m going to forgive you for getting me a gift after we agreed we weren’t exchanging them.”

  “I guess I’ll have to find a way to live with your wrath.”

  I took the bow off the envelope and placed it on his knee. “Silver?”