Page 25 of Untamed Desires
I bristle just a bit at her insinuating that I have to have permission for something as silly as a haircut, but then I wonder if that’s something all dominants would expect of their submissives. I mean, I know we haven’t discussed it, not really, but I want to be Matthew’s in all ways.
Hannah methodically dries my hair in sections, running the hairbrush through it over and over, following it with the dryer. The repetitive motion is relaxing. I don’t ever take so much care in drying my own hair. I turn the dryer up to high and get it done as fast as possible. When she’s finished, my hair hangs around my face in a shining golden curtain. I run my fingers through it, and my jaw drops at how soft and silky it feels.
“Wow! Thank you. I almost don’t recognize my own hair.”
Hannah blushes. “You’re welcome. If you want, I’d be happy to fix your hair before your dinner tonight. I can twist it up, or maybe put a few curls in it and give it a sexy beach look.”
I smile. “I would love that. I basically live in braids, ponytails, or I just let it do what it wants.”
A loud knock sounds on the door causing me to jump. Hannah rests her hand on my shoulder in reassurance. Slade’s voice booms through the door, and the tension leaks out of me. “Ladies, it’s time to go.”
“It gets better,” Hannah says quietly to me before telling Slade we are almost done.
Slade grumbles something about being called Master and pain in the ass women. Hannah has a Cheshire Cat grin on her face as she grabs a pretty white summer dress from the countertop. I quickly pull the dress on which fits surprisingly well.
“Oh good, it fits. The shoes might be a bit big, though.” Hannah kneels down and holds up a pretty gold sandal to my foot. I let her slide first one then the other on and look down to admire the shoes. They are a little big but are the nicest pair of shoes I’ve ever worn.
Hannah stands with a smile. “Let’s go shopping!”
“You’re way more enthusiastic about spending Matthew’s money than I am. I don’t have any idea where to even start.”
“Good thing I know exactly what you need.”
Hannah practically skips from the room with me dutifully following after. She walks right up to where Slade is standing and kneels at his feet. Slade grimaces like the show of submission physically hurts him. Hannah either doesn’t notice or ignores it. With reluctance, Slade sifts his fingers through Hannah’s hair.
“You’re killin’ me, little girl,” Slade murmurs to Hannah. I feel like an intruder in a very private moment.
“I’m sorry, Master,” Hannah answers.
Slade shakes his head, looking down at her with affection. “If only that were true.”
I can’t help but wonder about their relationship. After last night, I got the impression that Slade didn’t like Hannah very much, but looking at him now, I’d say he very much likes her. More than likes. In fact, he’s looking down at her the same way that Matthew looks at me.
The moment passes, and Slade offers Hannah a hand to help her to her feet. She stands with a contented sigh. Without a word, Slade leads us to the elevator. In the parking garage, Slade’s relaxed demeanor shifts and is replaced with the man I first met last night. He helps first Hannah, then me into the back of a big black SUV. Within moments we are out of the parking garage and into the bright light of the day heading towards my very first shopping spree.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
ROSE
Hours later, my feet are sore, and I’ve got at least a dozen bags full of clothes, makeup, and lingerie that, despite my protests, Hannah assured me I needed. I learned quickly that it was easier to just go with the flow instead of arguing. Hannah could out stubborn a mule. Plus, anytime I put up a fuss, she’d use Slade as a tie-breaker, and Slade always picked Hannah’s side.
“Why do you always pick Hannah’s side?” I ask Slade after he once again tells the sales lady we will take yet another dress.
Slade pins me to the spot with his dark gaze. “Just following the bosses orders.”
“And what exactly did the boss say?”
Slade’s lips quirk up slightly. “If she likes it, she gets it.”
I let out a frustrated breath. “That’s just ridiculous! Just because I think something is pretty doesn’t mean I need or want it.”
He just shrugs, and Hannah giggles.
I am much more cautious with what I show interest in for the rest of the afternoon. Finally, Hannah seems satisfied that I’ve got everything I need. Honestly, I have enough stuff for three people. Who needs five pairs of shoes? Or ten dresses? Not to mention the twenty bra and panty sets she insisted I get. I’m just one person.
We are heading toward the food court and frozen lemonade and soft pretzel when Hannah steers us toward another shop. I try to dig in my heels, but she points at a beautiful black dress in the window, and I stop fighting her.
“It’s perfect for your dinner date tonight.”