Temptation - Leigh Lennon Page 0,55
Lipton, can do whatever you set your mind to.” A thought occurs to me. “What would you do if education or money wasn’t an issue?”
“Oh, just that little hiccup of not worrying about the training or the money for it, is that it? That shouldn’t be a problem at all,” she jests.
“No, I mean it. What would you do?”
She answers without giving it a second thought. “I love horses, you know that. I don’t know if I want to go back to school at this point in my life to be a vet, but after watching the staff at your grandma’s place, I’d love to train horses.”
“Kitten, I believe in you, and if you want something, I’ll stop at nothing to make it happen for you.” I give her a kiss on her cheek, tipping her head to mine. “The only thing I need you to do is believe in yourself.”
We’re back at our hotel room just long enough to shower and change. I’ve not wanted to push her, so I shower first, then wait for her in the living room. “Kitten, are you about ready?”
“Uh, is there a specific outfit you’d like me to wear, Sir?” Her tone is matter-of-fact and icy at best as she walks into the living room in a tight black dress and matching heels. She’s so beautiful that I almost don’t want her to change when she gets to the club.
Standing up from my chair, I stroll over to her, pulling her close to my body. “First, you look stunning. Second, I have something for you at the club, and third, Eve, what’s wrong, Kitten?”
I force her gaze to mine as I tip her head up. She tries to look away, but my finger and thumb are securing her chin. “Kitten, you care for me. I know this. We can’t go anywhere in this relationship if we don’t equally try.”
“Tonight.” It’s her own answer, and I don’t need to be a rocket scientist to know she’s nervous.
“What about it? Use your words, Eve. It’s what I know. Regardless, talking through the hard parts is the only way to get what you want in this world.”
“Okay.” She backs away when the forcefulness of her words hit me. “I want you,” she plainly states. “But with you comes your requirement of a submissive female with no voice.”
“Eve.” My own voice is equally stern. “You know nothing of my lifestyle if this is what you think. I only do what we’ve agreed upon.” I stand and have it on the tip of my tongue to tell her so much, but she won’t understand it until she’s immersed in my life. “Let’s get going. We have a busy night, and you can change at the club!” I pull at her hand, and we leave the room. Tonight, I will finally make her mine in every way.
I don’t know if the club is busy. Many members don’t drive because the parking is limited in Manhattan. Out of all my clubs, this is the smallest one with a very small restaurant upstairs. The private rooms are few and far between, and the waiting list for a private room is up to three years.
I wait for her outside of my private room as she changes into the leather dress I’ve left for her on the bed. When she walks over the threshold, I stop breathing. This is a simple, elegant dress, and nothing is left to the imagination as the dress hugs every little curve of hers.
“Okay, Kitten. I can’t wait to show you off to everyone.” She still has the necklace choker she’s had since the day she moved into the apartment above the Chicago Dungeon Elite. And it’s still stunning. But tonight, I have something else to give her.
Since the club is smaller, it means there are less members, but in a space half the size of most of the open spaces in the club is a small stage. It’s just as erotic when one of our VIP members is performing wax play on his sub. To the side, a Domme begins flogging her male sub. And Gio has both his girls, Embry and Tillie, in bondage, hanging from the ceiling.
“Oh, fuck, that’s hot.” She points at the female Domme.
I pull her close to me. “Do you want to play on the main stage?” I should have known better, but it’s so easy with Eve, I sometimes forget she’s not fully become mine.
She pulls away from me, and through