Page 8 of Until I Own You

“Oh, that’s nice of you,” my mom says.

“Yes, you know, I always like to visit my friends.”

That’s one way to put it. And sure, she was walking out of the viewing gallery with Sonia. But I’ve heard through the grapevine she enjoys herself in the viewing gallery far more than I ever anticipated from pretty, sweet Bridget Vance.

Of course, I’ve always been able to tell what she needs.

Every cell in my body screams for Bridget because she is as submissive as they come.

And for years, all I’ve wished was to be the one she submits to.

But that is forbidden fruit. And besides, just because I know what she needs, doesn’t mean she knows it too.

Would she even let me? Would she want me to?

God, I need to get out of my head. Now.

“That’s the only reason you were there?” I half-smile.

Bridget’s nostrils flare. “Why do you care, Seth?”

I shrug. “Just curious.”

I love watching her squirm. I could drop a bomb on family dinner in one fell swoop by telling the truth about where she was exactly. What would I get out of that, you may ask? A reaction. If I have to live a half-life and settle for subs that don’t quite satisfy me, if I can’t have the sub of my dreams, then I want to enjoy my time on this earth any other way I can.

But just because I like to see her reactions to me, imagine how she’d react to my hand as I spank her for being this fucking irresistible, I would never actually out her like that. It means crossing a line.

The sanctity of the Underground is worth everything to me, just as it’s worth everything to Bridget. Not only because we’ve signed legally binding documents, but because it’s a place where we can express our desires.

Our needs.

Our cravings.

I wouldn’t jeopardize that.

“What about you, Seth?” Bridget offers. “Why were you at the club?”

My heart stutters in my chest. It’s only fair.

Well played.

There are any number of reasons I could be at the club. I’m a member in my own right, not just by familial attachment. I could have been using the fitness facilities or indulging in a meal midday. Maybe taking a meeting with potential investors in my tech company.

However, every excuse eludes my tongue because the truth was I left my office in the middle of the day because I was desperate for a release. Desperate to be free of my ever-present thoughts of Bridget for an hour or two. Needed a sub to take my mind off of it.

And by the way Bridget is staring at me, she knows. Does she know that all the teasing and poking is a reaction to not being able to have her? If that’s the case, she’s got a better poker face than I thought.

“Business lunch.”

“At three?” Is that a smirk on her lips?

“Late business lunch.” My jaw tightens.

Mom tsks. “No wonder you’re not eating much. You’re not hungry.”

“With whom?”

If Bridget were my sub, she’d be getting the spanking of her life tonight.

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