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“Fuck,” he growls.

He wants me. I know he does.

But he is so strong. Because he can withhold his pleasure to train me. To make me a perfect sub.

I adore him.

Seth lets out a shaky breath, then releases his grip on me before stepping away. “Good girl.”

Without anything to hold onto, I drop to my hands and knees. I am a shell of my former self, hollowed out by his domination and his power.

My body tremors from the soft echoes of orgasm, the pricking memory of pain, and anticipation. For the next time. The next lesson. The next touch.

I don’t realize Seth has returned to me until his hand is guiding my chin up. He’s crouching in front of me, a serene smile on his face. He releases the lock around my neck.

If we were in a relationship, we could be open about, I’d leave it on always like I had with the placeholder. However, a little blue choker is inconspicuous compared to a literal chain and lock.

Seth and I have agreed that it will remain in his keeping. That way, it will become part of our ritual. Putting my hair up and my collar on after taking my clothes off.

I steady my breathing, remember that there is a world beyond this room. One that would not welcome us together like this.

Seth’s arms wrap around me, and he pulls me into his lap, burying his face in my neck.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs.

My breath catches.

“So perfect.”

I need to be good. Need to follow the rules, but I… “Will you kiss me, Sir? Please?”

Seth lifts his eyes to mine, a serene smile painting his lips. Without a word, he presses his mouth to mine. Long and drawn out.

His fingers thread through my hair, cupping the back of my head as the kiss lingers and winds.

Together, we return. To Bridget. To Seth.

Seth carries me back to the bed, lays me down prone, and breaks out a tub of cream. With care, he rubs the cream onto my ass, reminding me of the searing pain I experienced.

“This will help with the redness. It will also help with any bruises.”

The coolness of the lotion relieves the tension in my muscles.

Once he is done, Seth places a line of kisses across my shoulders. “Let me get you another glass of water…maybe some more chocolate…”

His voice fades into the background as I realize something.

I love being his sub so much I’m not sure the line between Bridget and sub exists anymore.

15

SETH

When Bridget arrives, she is dressed just as I specified. In a dark blue dress.

Low cut to show off her cleavage and skintight to display her tiny waist and round hips.

As the maître d’ escorts Bridget to the table I’ve reserved for our business lunch, I rise from my seat to welcome her.

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