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She jumped a little at his interruption, but answered him. “It’s very nice.” Short, simple, polite, that was all Brianna gave when out in public. I could get more out of her in my chair but sometimes even that took work.

After she got out of the vehicle, she moved as close to my side as possible without touching me. I finished up with Joel, and before we took our leave, I confirmed that the car would be delivered later today. As soon as we were both inside my car, I placed my hand over hers, waiting to feel her relax.

It happened almost instantly. I smiled, removed my hand, and set the car in motion to take us home.

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Brianna was quiet the entire ride home, and I wondered what she was thinking. I caught her clamping her lips together a few times, which told me she wasn’t just passively watching the buildings go by.

When we arrived back at the condo, I went upstairs and let her know she was free to do as she wished until it was time to make dinner. As I logged onto my e-mail, I could hear her moving around downstairs and wondered what she was doing with her time. My mind seemed to be on little else but her these days.

Never had one woman dominated my thoughts as she did. I had no idea what it meant, but I had to know everything I could about her. As the search engine appeared on the screen in front of me, I typed in the name Brianna Reeves.

After only a second, a list of options popped up. Many of them were irrelevant, but I did find the obituary for her mother Carrie. Clicking on the link, I read through the article. There was no mention of a husband. What piqued my interest, however, was that Carrie and Brianna did not share the same last name.

Reaching in my drawer for the stack of papers I’d taken with us to the DMV, I began reading.

Brianna Lynn Reeves

Transferred

Sophomore

Emergency Contact: Jonathan Reeves – Father

Brianna said she grew up in Dallas, however the school records I now held in my hand were from Two Harbors, Minnesota. She was a transfer into her sophomore year, which would place it just after her mother’s death. It made sense. She’d obviously moved in with her father after her mother’s passing. But why hadn’t she mentioned him? Every time her family had been brought up in conversation, she’d shut down. The next name I typed into the search engine was Jonathan Reeves.

When the list of links popped up on my screen, I was more than surprised. If this was the same Jonathan Reeves, and from the location I would have to assume that it was, he was the county sheriff. My eyes drifted to the stairs that would lead me to the broken woman who had recently entered my life. Was she scared of what he’d think of her now? Was that why she hadn’t mentioned him? Didn’t want to go home? Or was there something more?

Just the thought that her father could have had something to do with her ending up with Ian made my blood boil. How could anyone do that to one’s own flesh and blood?

The sound of plastic cracking brought me back to my senses. Looking down, I saw I had split the side of my keyboard. It didn’t look like any keys were damaged, thankfully, but I would most likely need to buy a replacement.

Shutting everything down, I sat back in my chair and closed my eyes. I’d known this was a conversation we needed to have, but I’d been waiting. The last thing I wanted was to send her back into herself. Maybe starting with something else would be better.

Deciding I wasn’t ready to go back down to her yet, I reached up and removed the key I had hidden on an upper shelf of my desk. Getting up, I walked up the three small stairs and turned to the locked door I hadn’t opened in a month.

The key fit snug in the lock, and I twisted the handle in my palm. As I pushed the door open, I could smell the polished leather that filled my playroom.

The chances of Brianna coming upstairs to find me were slim, but I closed the door behind me just to be sure. This room would open up an entirely new dynamic to our relationship that she wasn’t ready for and might never be.

Walking across the room, my fingers trailed across first the whipping bench and then the restraints close by. I could see her here, spread out naked before me, with me standing over her. Her eyes were filled with trust and longing. For me.

It was then that I realized just how much I wanted this, her, here. I wanted her to want me. All of me.

Brianna

As I put dinner on the table, I was still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that he’d bought me a car. A new car. An expensive new car.

Okay, it wasn’t really my car, it was his, but he’d bought it for me to use. I felt a smile on my lips.

“You’re in a good mood, Brianna,” he said as he entered the room.

“Yes, Master,” I answered while finishing my task, still smiling.

He took a seat at the table. “It looks wonderful as always.”

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