Page 66 of For the Sub

When she’d turned off the water and pulled back the shower curtain, he wrapped her up in an oversize bath sheet that she loved, then helped her over the tub’s rim.

A white towel hung loose around his hips, making his skin tone a bit darker by contrast.

Every time she caught even a glimpse of his body, she was struck by his decadent masculinity. “You do a lot of little things to take care of me, Sir.” Which in turn drove her to serve him more. “It’s unusual.”

“Is it? A good Dominant takes care of his submissive, sees to her needs and comfort. It’s not all about telling someone what to do and getting your rocks off.”

“But…I’m not your sub,” she pointed out.

Who am I trying to convince?

Gently, he placed his thumb beneath her chin and tipped back her head. “I see only one Top and one beautiful little bottom here and now. That would make you mine.”

At that word, her breath hitched.

For the time being.

Nothing more.

“It’s my pleasure to do certain things for you, sub. Allow me.”

The rough edge to his statement told her it wasn’t a request. “Thank you, Sir.”

After drying her exposed skin, he plucked the clips from her hair and dropped them on the vanity top. “How sore is your cunt?”

Before she answered, he continued, “I can use your ass if you’re too tender.”

Her mouth parted at his suggestion.

The idea of having him use her so thoroughly appealed on a primitive level. “I can do whatever you want, Sir, it’s up to—”

An unholy scream rent the air.

Chapter Ten

Niles shoved her behind him and grabbed the doorknob. “What in the hell…?”

“It’s okay, Sir,” she said, laughter in her voice as she put a calming hand on his back. “Thank you for being my hero and protecting me, but that’s just my other four-footed friend.”

Heart thundering, telling himself there was no imminent danger, he turned to face her. “What the fuck is it, a mountain lion?”

“It’s an ordinary household cat.”

His pulse slowed to normal. “That noise came from a cat?”

“I warned you that I had more animals, but I should have been more specific. His name’s Whisper.”

Whisper? “You’ve got a messed-up sense of humor, Ms. Hess.”

“He doesn’t like people much, so he stays outside when I have company. He comes in through the pet door when he’s ready.”

“And lets the entire neighborhood know when he’s back.”

Brandy picked up the towel she’d somehow dropped when he’d pushed her back. She held the material near her chest. It didn’t hide her breasts with their beaded nipples. Even though her pelvis was covered, the fact he couldn’t see her pussy intrigued him even more. “Do we need to do anything with the cat?”

“As in?”

“Feed it? Put it outside and bar the entrance?”

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