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Terry parked his car in the garage of La Petite Mort Club. He was late. He’d gone home to take a quick shower and to grab his present for Maggie. A trip that should’ve taken a half hour took close to an hour.
Beast had cut his mouth chewing on one of the kid’s action figures. Derek had been ready to rush the dog to the emergency vet. Terry had spent forever calming the guy down. The dog wasn’t bleeding anymore and shit like this happened with kids and dogs. A man had to learn to roll with life when he had a family. His chest tightened. Maggie had given him that and so much more.
He picked up the package and opened it. He ran his finger over the intricate gold strands affixed around the brown, leather collar. He’d bought this for her months ago but he’d been waiting for her to trust him enough to let him lead her completely, to guide her and to dominate her. He prayed it’d be tonight.
He slipped the box in his jacket pocket and got out of the car, grabbing his gym bag from the backseat. He hesitated. If she truly wasn’t ready, tonight could scare her away from the Club or even him. He couldn’t lose her. He wouldn’t. He dialed her number.
“Hi. Is everything okay?” asked Maggie.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sure.”
“Damn it, Maggie, I mean it. Once I walk into the Club, the only thing that’s going to save you is your safeword.”
“I don’t need saving from you. You won’t do anything I won’t like.”
Her words made his legs shake and his dick almost explode. “I’ll see you in a minute.” He hung up and strode to the door. He handed his gym bag to the bouncer. “Hey Tim, I need you to make sure this gets to our room.”
“Yes, sir.” The bouncer took the bag and the tip Terry offered. “Thank you and she’s at the bar talking to Richard.”
He nodded as he walked into the main room of the Club. It was early so the place wasn’t full but it would be soon. The weekends always packed in a crowd. He greeted a few of the regulars as he strolled past the stages and couches, some in the open and some tucked discreetly in the corners.
His eyes landed on Maggie and all the blood rushed to his dick. She looked like innocence begging to be lost—temptation incarnate for a man like him. She wore a sexy, peach dress that promised to be almost as soft as her pussy and fuck-me high heels with sheer white stockings. Her curly hair, pulled back in a ponytail high on her head, screamed for him to use it to guide her as she sucked his cock.
He stopped a few feet from her, content for the moment to watch. He loved the way her eyes sparkled when she talked, her breasts swaying and shifting with every breath and movement.
She must’ve felt his gaze because she stopped talking in mid-sentence and turned, her face lighting up in a smile. “Terry.”
“I believe it’s Sir now, don’t you?” He walked toward her.
“Yes, Sir. Sorry.” Her hazel eyes darkened with heat.
“No need to apologize but don’t forget again.” He took the last step to her side, his hand skimming down her back, loving how she shivered at his slightest touch. “Richard.” He nodded at the other man.
“Terry.” Richard shifted away from Maggie, not that he’d been too close, but it was an acknowledgement from one Dom to another. “May I buy you a drink?”
“Thanks.” His fingers glided over her skin. She was soft everywhere and she was his.
“You’re a lucky man,” said Richard.
“I know.” He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. “You look lovely.”
“Thank you.” Her cheeks heated, still unsure of herself.
Hopefully, he could help her with that tonight. “Stand. Let me see you.” He offered her his hand.
She hesitated a moment, glancing around. He raised his brow. Here was the first test. She obeyed at home but in public her shyness and insecurities would struggle against her willingness to submit. It was a battle he would’ve preferred to wait to have. He’d wanted to shore up her confidence with his devotion, but they were here now and he’d use everything he knew to show her how sexy and attractive she truly was.