Corruption - Leigh Lennon Page 0,44

are three rooms up here. Anton’s been staying with me, but he’s not coming home tonight,” I explain as I pull her up the landing of the steps. “I have a small office, a spare room, and the master.” I don’t stop at the other spaces, only continue into my bedroom.

The automatic lights turn on as we enter, and this time, besides simple white and black, I have a little more color, if you consider gray a color. I turn my body to face her as she stands in the doorway, staring at my personal space.

“Can I ask you a question, Sir?” Her eyes are downturned when she pulls her grip from me.

“Yes, you can. But you are the only woman…I’ve never brought anyone to my personal space. You are the only one. The only people who have access to my life in this way are my boys, my mother, and my sister and niece.”

A tear spills from her eyes. “I know your heart, and I know your spirit, but I feel like I know so little about you.” I wait for her to clarify her thought process and wonder if she has regrets. “And I can’t wait to learn everything about you.”

I walk toward her in two long strides. “I want that, too, my precious gem. I promise, I want that, too.” I hold her as she continues to let every painful part of tonight out of her system. “I’m here, and I’m not letting you go.”

I start the shower for her, commanding her to take some time to herself as I rummage up some dinner for us since both our stomachs rumble. I promise her I’ll find her something to wear in the mess of the shit in my trunk. I leave a pair of what looks like yoga pants and a tank top on the counter for her as I wait downstairs for our Indian food to be delivered.

She strolls down the steps as I wait on my sofa with my laptop, preparing an order for essential items I think she needs. “What is that I smell? I’m so hungry,” she says as she steps into the living room.

“I ordered some Indian food,” I reply, shutting my computer, then pushing to my feet.

“Indian food at eleven p.m.? How is this possible?”

I’m inches from her, and a broad grin crawls onto my face. “Anything is possible.”

“I’m sure not many say no to you, isn’t that right, Sir?”

There’s something about my precious gem in my own space, calling me Sir. At this idea, all tension leaves my body, and my mouth falls open, ready to devour her. I place a small kiss on her neck, then work my way down to her shoulders. A little mewl flows from her mouth, and because I’m only wearing my pajama bottoms, when my erection pokes into her stomach, her next groan causes it to continue to harden.

I pull away. “You and me, we have time. I can’t take you, I can’t dominate you, not the way I want to, without making sure you’re healed.”

She drops her head, and I inhale everything that’s pure in her. “A good Dom makes sure his sub is emotionally and physically healthy.”

She tips her face to mine. “You’re a good man, Maddox Sobota.”

I let out a long chuckle. “Not really, but I’m yours, and I’m not letting you go.”

I’m instantly awarded with a broad smile, and before she can reply, I pull her with me as I had earlier. “Come on, precious, let me get you fed.” And as she’s promised in the past, she follows me without another word.

She piles a fuck ton of food on her plate from the spread on the island that separates my kitchen from my dining room. She sits down at the table, and I don’t know if I’ve ever sat here. I don’t cook, so why would I sit there?

I move my plate over to the seat kitty corner from her, then return to the kitchen, just to bring two wine glasses and a bottle with us. “Want a glass?” I ask. I figure if she’s old enough to be kicked out of her house, then she’s old enough for a glass of wine.

“I’ve never had wine.” Of course she hasn’t. She’s a preacher’s kid. “But I’d like to try.”

I give her a little chuckle. “This bottle is a little dry, and it’ll take a while for you to get used to. Let’s get you started with something a little