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I keep my pride tucked away and only allow him to see stone. “You’ll get her collar engraved; Karma needs her name on it,” I tell him while holding my new accessory out, taking it in.

Nathaniel is quick to reply. “As you wish, Puppet. But what are you wearing?”

His tone has changed, he is nervous but also extremely serious.

Rain waits in intrigue.

“Something we will play with later, if you are a good boy.” My own tone changes to sultry and seductive.

He hisses, “Fuck,” under his breath.

Then it occurs to me, father like son, they both have a fascination with rose gold collars.

Peculiar.

Rain excuses herself. “Papa, I should go check on Greta.” She smiles at him with her eyes full of love.

“Please call if you need anything,” he insists, and she rubs his arm kindly.

“I will, promise.” Then she leaves us alone.

“How are you doing?” And as soon as those words leave his mouth, I am in hysterics again. Removing the cat finger claw, I don’t want to rust it with tears. I set it down on my bedside, then cuddle back up with Karma. My emotions are a roller coaster of a ride and I hate it. Crying is something I find to be uncomfortable but have been told that it’s also very healthy. I beg to differ.

I feel the bed dip as Nathaniel sits down, his hand touches my leg and gently he squeezes. “We will rebuild it,” he rasps, choking up. Seeing me like this is clearly impacting him, and a tiny part of me is glad. He deserves to hurt like I am, for all the years of pain he and his organization caused.

“But what about work until then? It could take a year to rebuild.” The sobbing gets louder at the idea of not working for another year. What will I do?

His throat growls deeply. His answer to my question will determine my next move. I can hear him thinking. Come on, Sinclair, you are a smart man, you can do it.

“Elijah’s old shed out back. It’s yours for you to do as you please.” I know how hard that must have been for him to say. But this just determined his future without even knowing it. Getting up on my knees, and scootching over to him, I place one leg on either side, then sit down on top of his lap. I can feel his hard cock pushing against his trousers. Moving my ass on purpose, I encourage him to continue to be aroused. Nathaniel’s breathing becomes more heavy, but he doesn’t move to touch me, he knows I am in control right now.

He’s being vulnerable. Allowing me to do the things I love in his yard takes a strong, confident man to be comfortable with such things.

When he promised he was going to fix this after fucking me over the hood of the car, I believed him, and still do. And as much as I am pissed off, hurt, and broken from the events of these past weeks, he is really trying. I can feel it deep within my soul. Anytime he enters the room, it's a connection no one could break, even if they tried. He would never lie or mislead me, purposefully. It’s not in him, not when it comes to me or his family. Seeing how broken he is because I am, I know he feels everything I do, too.

“I still hate you,” I tease through my tears.

The corner of his lip rises, a glint of hope entering his eyes. “Good. As you should.”

“I will use my new toy on you, while you're asleep, vulnerable and unsuspecting.” I continue teasing him.

His words are hushed but true. “I would be honored to die by your hand, Puppet.”

Taking my hands, I hold his jaw in my palms. My thumbs rub along his soft, pouty bottom lip, and acting on impulse, I lean in and kiss him.

My chest warms and my eyes close. Thankfully, he moves and grips my hips. I need to feel him holding me, and it reassures me that what I am doing is right. I use the tip of my tongue to part his lips, and his tongue meets mine. It’s soft, unrushed, and passionate kissing. My nails play with his beard and lightly scratch his skin, bringing forward goosebumps onto his skin and my own.

Before it gets too deep, I pull back. Our lips unlock and I already feel lost and left needing more. Our eyes lock once more as my heart races. Nathaniel gently squeezes my hips, reassuring me that he’s got me, like I have him.

Everything is about to change.

19

ELIJAH

“Thomas!”

It takes only seconds for him to poke his head into the garage where I am gathering supplies for this evening's playtime. His obedience is remarkable. I will give that old wench credit, she did one thing right training him.

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