Page 50 of Ivory's Ruin Romance

Good morning, beautiful.

I hope your studies were fruitful, remember to reward yourself.

I also see you’re eager for punishments, that’s good :) The picture you sent is particularly sweet, so I won’t be harsh. Answer this, and you’ll be in the clear: what about riding my bike turns you on?

Of course, a punishment wasn’t really called for. Her end of the deal hadn’t been mandatory, but since she mentioned it, he decided to play along.

Either way, he’d planned to ask her about the bike. He’d been surprised when she admitted it had such an effect on her, but he suspected something from the beginning. Could be the adrenaline, or maybe she enjoyed being afraid and knowing he’d still keep her safe, but he wanted to hear it in her own words.

She was probably in class at the moment, so he set the phone aside and started getting ready for the day. His only lecture would begin in an hour, and after that, he had work until dinner time. Then, once it was nice and dark out, he’d set things into motion.

A text came in as he sat down with a fried egg and some toast for breakfast. Luckily, it was from the only person he wanted to hear from.

Good morning yourself, handsome <3

For the reward, (since you insisted) I bought a hot chocolate. Hold on, I’ll send a pic. They made a cute design with the creamer. And I’m not…eager. Maybe a little, but only because it’s coming from you.

Forget I said that.

About the bike thing…I like being close to you. It’s like my fate is in your hands.

His lips twitched. Forgetting was the last thing he’d do when it came to her.

He pondered the last message she sent. So, she was a true submissive—aroused by letting go of control. She also wanted the chance to be obedient and know the rules would be enforced. Several scenes came to mind, and he stored them all for later.

Giving her his full attention was going to be fun as hell.

But it was important that she got over being so strict with herself. Trying to live up to impossible standards would only make it harder for her to excel, and he’d rather she worked towards her own goals instead of what she thought others expected of her.

A photo of her hot chocolate came in; a fancy heart swirled into the froth like she’d mentioned. He wished the picture included more of her than a gloved hand, but he saved it regardless and then snapped a photo of his boring plate and sent it along with a reply.

I like to hear that, all of it. My food is less cute, but it does the job.

I’ll make you cute food someday.

You’ll be my cute food someday.

Her response had made him smile, and his chest warmed when she sent a blushing emoji.

Have you had any cravings to smoke?

Nothing too bad.

I’m going to keep myself busy tonight to keep my mind off it.

Or to let off some steam. It was a win-win as far as he was concerned. Not so much for the other party involved, though.

About time for me to leave for lecture. I might not be able to talk much for the rest of the day, but I still expect you to hold up your end of the deal.

Okay. Stay warm, it’s freezing outside!

Will do. You too.

<3

She sent a purple heart back, and a weight settled on his chest as he closed their messages.

Cold or not, he had no choice but to ride his bike to campus. He’d used all his savings to buy that beauty, and nothing had been left over to maintain a car. No regrets.

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