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Terry paced in an empty office downstairs, his mind spinning. He loved Maggie. Loved her. Not just cared for her. Not just liked her. Not just wanted to fuck her every waking minute, but he loved her. On top of that, they were finally going to the Club and she’d agreed to let him do whatever he wanted all weekend long.
Scene after scene tumbled through his head, but he had to start small. Conquer the mountain of her nerves and insecurities one rock at a time. He’d start with the simple. He grabbed his phone and dialed.
“Hey, what’s up?” asked Ethan.
“I need a room for this weekend.”
“Ah...have you spoken with Maggie?”
“Yes. She suggested—”
“Great. You know. So, you don’t need a room. She already booked one.”
“She did?” His dick strained, ready to burst through his pants like the Kool-Aid man.
“Yes, she did. Happy birthday to you.”
“No fucking shit.” He drummed his fingers on the table. His little Sub had everything planned. It was time to take back control. He’d give her something familiar and yet different. “I need the Mobile Saint and”— he grinned—“a bowl full of large, fresh cherries. I’ll need them filled—”
“I’m at the airport. Call Julie.”
“Shit. I’m sorry. I forgot about your friend.”
“Yeah. No problem.” Ethan’s voice was soft. “I hadn’t seen him in a long time.”
“Still.” It was hard when a friend died but especially one who’d helped his own end along with drugs and alcohol.
“Yeah. It sucks but...life goes on.” There was a forced lightness to Ethan’s tone.
“I’ll let you go. Is Nick helping Julie with the Club?” He didn’t like dealing with Julie and had suggested numerous times that Ethan replace her, but his friend wouldn’t listen.
“You said you talked to Maggie.”
“I did.”
“Then you know Nick and Sarah are watching her kids.”
“Oh. Right. She did say something about that.”
“Forgot everything except the thought of playing at the Club with your Sub, didn’t you?” Ethan laughed.
“Yeah. There’s no room for any other thought after that announcement.”
“Surprised you had enough blood left in your brain to call me.”
“I have to divert some from my dick to plan the weekend. Plus, it’s a button on the phone. I didn’t have to remember your number.”
“That’s true.” Ethan chuckled again. “Since I hate to leave Maggie with a Dom who’ll wing it, hold on a minute.” He began typing.
“I can call Julie—”
“Cherries I can do. You’ll have to work with the staff to prepare them how you want, but the cherries will be at the Club. Talk to Jake in the kitchen but”—more typing—“the Saint is busy tonight.”
“Is it free tomorrow?”
“Yep.”
“That’ll work. Thanks.” He already had a plan forming for tonight. The Mobile Saint would’ve been nice but he could play without it.
“The Saint’s reserved for you. Where do you want it?”
“In our room.” Tonight, he’d show her the playrooms but tomorrow it’d be just her and him, re-enacting in “La Petite Mort Club style” the night he’d feasted on her body.