Page 33 of Illicit Education
“I’m always available for you, Cabot.”
“I would like to find a new submissive.”
Mina’s eyebrows rose briefly, then she nodded. “I think that is a good idea.”
Rolling my shoulders, I leaned back, a bit more relaxed now that Mina was on board with this decision. It was a long time coming.
“You made a mistake hiring Stella to work for you.”
“I did.”
“You have my support.” She clicked her mouse and focused on her computer screen. “Ah, here it is. There’s an impressive list of subs who have expressed interest. Do you have anyone in mind?”
“Actually… I’d like to make sure that Stella is happy and taken care of first.”
Mina lifted her gaze, looking at me reverently. “This is why you are such an incredible Dominant.” She clicked a few times, then leaned back. “Do you have someone in mind for her?”
“I do.”
As I explained who I thought would be best for Stella, Mina checked each Dom’s files, confirming that two of the options were currently open to new submissives. We couldn’t guarantee a match, but the path forward looked promising. I wasn’t rehoming apet; this was a person, a great woman and even greater submissive. It would take time and meticulous care to make sure that Stella came out on the other side of this unscathed.
But by the time I left Mina’s office to get ready for tonight’s performance, I knew I was on the right path. My shoulders were relaxed, my head clear. Mina was right, as always. I’d made a mistake mixing my underground life with Reed Enterprises.
I hoped it was a mistake I could soon rectify.
I just prayed Stella would be receptive to the idea.
Chapter Fourteen
Rylan
Back at the lingerie shop, I stared at myself in the dressing room mirror, amazed by what I saw in the reflection. The woman looking back at me wassexy. I squared my shoulders and smiled. I’d never felt so fierce.
Maybe this whole fancy lingerie thing was overrated after all. Why had no one told me?
“Well?” Greer called from outside the door. “How does it fit?”
I ran my hands down the soft velvet reverently. “Like a glove,” I whispered.
“I’m coming in.” The door opened and Greer was inside before I could respond.
She gasped. “Rylan Janine, this is… you are…” She grabbed my hands and lifted them up, shaking her head. “I want to motorboat the hell out of those things.”
I barked out a sexy laugh-snort combo, then pulled my hands out of Greer’s grip to cover my mouth. “You think it’s too much? Maybe I need a larger size–”
“Bruh. No.” She gave me a glare of annoyance. “That’s exactly how it’s supposed to look. Like it was made for you.” She turned me to the side and crouched until her gaze was level with my cleavage. “Look at them, oh my God. I might need to get a corset like that for myself.” She cupped her own breasts and pushed them up, then looked at mine. “Can you lick them?”
“Your boobs?”
“No.” Greer huffed. “Your own.” She looked at my cleavage pointedly.
“Oh my God, get out of here.”
“Just try it.”
“Go.”
Laughing, she bent over to scoop up my blouse and bra and tuck them into her purse, mumbling about how she’d want to lick her own boobs if she could, then turned me around and tugged the sales tag off the corset. “Come on.” She pushed me back into the store.