Page 92 of On His Terms

“Sorry. I was playing with my food, Sir.” She laid her fork on top of her plate. She was looking forward to tomorrow night at the Den and finally sceneing with Master Evan C. But she was going to miss seeing Master Alexander. She realized that she was starting to care for him, deeply. Falling for a trainer was stupidity, she knew, but she hadn’t seen it coming.

“Is everything okay?”

No. “Fine. Thank you.” It had been even an hour ago, but now, she was closer to leaving him than she’d been before.

“Would you like to finish your meal? Or would you like to leave?”

She folded her hands together in her lap. “I don’t want to rush you, Sir.”

He looked at her, his gaze focused on her. He frowned slightly before nodding. “I’d rather get home, as well.”

Home. Which meant his place. Not theirs.

He signaled for the check and paid the bill.

“Thank you for dinner, Sir,” she said, when he pulled back her chair.

“You have the loveliest manners,” he said. “This time I want you to walk in front of me.”

It seemed he gave a different order every time they were together. That was part of his plan, she supposed. With a new Dom, she wouldn’t know what to expect, and so he prepared her for everything, which made him excellent at what he did.

They waited at the valet stand, and when one of the men opened the door for her, Master Alexander said, “I’ll see to the lady.”

The valet nodded and accepted his tip. Master Alexander handed her into the SUV and waited while she buckled her seatbelt before closing the door.

“You seem quiet,” he observed after he’d eased into traffic.

“Just trying to concentrate,” she said, fabricated.

He shot her a sideways glance.

“I don’t want to be a disappointment,” she added, hoping that would dissuade him from further questions.

“You won’t be.” He took her hand and drew it to his lips.

Oh hell. That was it.

Earlier, he’d kissed her.

Though she’d continued on as if nothing had changed, everything had.

And now that she’d had a few minutes to reflect, she realized it.

Being spanked, fucked, even tended to was one thing. His passion that created an emotional connection was another.

Her heart had melted as she’d looked into his eyes.

The sex they’d had afterward, with her on top, had been different, magnificent.

“Would you like to continue to play this evening?” He slid a sideways glance her way. “Or would you like to call it a night?”

And never scene with you again? That would be the smartest way to spare herself any further anguish. But maybe she was a glutton for punishment. Greedily, she wanted as many experiences as possible to remember him by. “If you’re agreeable, Sir, I’d like to stay a little longer.”

“I was hoping that would be your answer.”

They both remained silent until they neared his house.

“When we arrive, leave your clothes inside the door and then go up to my bedroom. When I get there, I want to find you leaning over the bed, your ass cheeks spread apart.”