Temptation - Leigh Lennon Page 0,20
upstairs, and how I’d like to put a ball gag in her mouth, bind her like the person on the stage, and tickle her to heighten her senses like the Dom is doing with his submissive in front of me. Fuck, I’ve never wanted a woman like I want her.
I can’t hold on another second without checking in on my kitten. Turning to Jared, I lean in toward his ear. “I’m done for the night. You’re in control.”
I run a tight ship. All subs are treated with respect. If within the club, a sub ever needs protection, we offer it and ask questions later. I’m a big proponent for every submissive. So many dominants do not know how to train a sub properly, and for this reason, I bring submissives into the club under our protection—Jared’s, mine, and the dungeon master.
Taking the back stairway to the private suites and the secret passage to my personal and office spaces, I find myself in front of Eve’s room. I knock lightly, seeing the time is eleven p.m. When she doesn’t answer, I let myself in with my key. Walking into the apartment hallway past the door that leads to her bedroom, I look in, and the bed is empty. Moving down the hallway, I find her cuddled up on the couch.
Sitting across from her on the coffee table, I gently caress her shoulders. “Kitten, wake up, sweetheart.” Fuck, sweetheart? Have I lost my ever-loving mind?
With the chocolates of her eyes opening a little, it takes her a second to adjust to the lamp light. “Kitten, I wanted to check on you.” Fuck, her eyes are swollen. She’s been crying. I’ve never cared if I made a woman cry, so why does my heart ache to hold her?
“Kitten, have you been crying?”
She stretches her arms above her head and sniffles a little. “Yeah, yes, Sir.”
I know she isn’t doing it out of obedience, but she’s still her mouthy little self, and it makes my cock ache for a physical touch by her and just not any warm body.
“Kitten, why are you crying?” I know the answer has a lot to do with me banning her from dinner and all I’d promised. Even checking out the club, I had seen a little glitter of excitement in her expression, though she had tried to hide it.
Rubbing at her eyes, she starts to cry. “I haven’t eaten all day, Sir. And I hate peanut butter and jelly like some people hate liver and anchovies. My dad never had money, and we ate it most of my childhood.” I have a feeling there’s so much more to the story, but I don’t have it in my heart to push her, not after seeing the puffiness in her eyes.
I knew PB&J was certainly not what most want for dinner, but I had no idea she hated it like she does. Or it would make her cry. Yet I’ve never had compassion for any girl I’ve played with. And why the hell do I think this could have all been avoided if I’d not stood my ground? Fuck, what am I saying? Was I wrong? Surely not. I, Chadwick Westbrook, can never be wrong.
Pulling at her hand, I bring her toward me. “Come on, Kitten. Let’s get you fed.”
“You can spank me now. I won’t fight you.” Her voice makes me crumple, but I can’t. I can’t let her see that she affects me this much.
“Kitten, are you sure?”
She moves her head away from me. With one fluid motion, I move her chin back to meet my eyes. “Kitten, it’s been a long day. Let’s start over. You understand now when I say something, I mean business, so let’s start brand new in the morning. For now, let’s find food that will put a smile on your pretty face.” I’d be a fuck of a Dom for not feeding a woman under my care, but I made my point, and it’s all that’s needed, but fuck, she’s made her own point and put her own mark on my heart. With her little hand in mine, I take her down the back staircase to the restaurant and order her a steak, salad, and a baked potato. In the thirty minutes it takes for her to devour her food, I sit in silence, watching her as if she is the most perfect person in this world. Is this what she is?
My head is foggy as my eyes open before the sun