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“I know who I am,” I whisper. “Take your hand out.”

He leans in, fingers still inside. “Are you using your safeword tonight, darling?” he breathes.

His mouth brushes my throat. I nod.

“Out loud,” he orders.

“Yes, sir,” I moan. “I’ll use my safeword if I need to.”

His eyes flash dark. My spine prickles. His fingers plunge into me, finding my G-spot. My hips roll as his other hand pushes up the skirt of my wedding gown. Right at the top of my thigh is a delicate garter made from white lace and little yellow ribbons.

His mouth parts, distracted.

“Jesus Christ,” he says hoarsely. “Go—go get ready and leave that on.”

He pulls his fingers free, and I scramble down, ducking into the bathroom and shutting the door. I hear his boots go down the stairs. Hands shaking, I peel my dress off and get into the shower. When I’m scrubbed and dried, I slide the garter back on, settling it on my upper thigh.

In a little box on the chair is the lingerie I made from the silk he bought for me, a slip with ruffled, off-the-shoulder straps and matching panties. Mouth dry, I put them on.

Then, I pull out my makeup and do my hair up in curlers. Everything has to be perfect. I color my lips and apply a little blush, finishing with mascara that I know will end up running down my face. I dry my hair and arrange it in soft waves.

He’s back; I hear him in the bedroom.

My stomach flips.

His steps move around the room. I know he sees the toys I laid out. My toes curl, and my eyes catch my reflection. I’m beautiful, sexy in the soft way he likes, perfect to lay back and let him do whatever dirty thing he wants to do tonight.

I don’t want to make a single choice.

He’s in charge.

CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE

WESTIN

I see her plan. My cock is so hard under my sweatpants, I wonder how long I can wait.

The door creaks open, and I’m speechless.

She’s beautiful, maybe even more so than when she walked up the aisle, because this is all for me. Her golden hair falls in soft waves around her face. Her mouth is pale pink, her lashes heavy and dark. And she made herself a slip and panties out of the fabric I bought her at the general store.

“Come here,” I say.

She comes, hands tucked behind her back, her big, dark eyes fix on mine. I lift her hand, glittering with my rings. I touch her throat where she’s collared.

My girl. This is my girl.

“Sir,” she whispers.

“Darling?”

“I’d like you to do whatever you like,” she whispers. “I have my safeword.”

“I plan on it.”

She gasps as I turn her around, pulling her back against my body. I slide my hand down and into her ruffled panties, finding her naked pussy and playing with the silky arousal gathered on it.

“Are you wet for me?” I breathe.

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