Page 13 of Indecent Secrets

I really had worn her out, though. I stood then helped her to her feet so we could clean up, then I ordered some room service. They had top-notch food here at the hotel, I’d found out. Delicious sandwiches and pancakes and whole bundles you could order.

Leigh stole one of the bathrobes to wear when the food arrived. She seemed surprised that I hadn’t just kicked her out immediately afterwards. I wondered what other kind of men she’d been with. So many just used their women and then sent them home or dropped right off to sleep without realizing the importance of making sure your sub was really okay.

“Feel free to use the shower,” I told her. “I didn’t bruise you anywhere, did I?”

Leigh shook her head. “You’re good. I suppose you want to negotiate terms?”

I laughed. “All about business, huh? I actually just wanted to take care of you a little. Eat up, enjoy the food, relax. But if you want to discuss terms now instead of tomorrow, that’s fine by me. I appreciate a go-getter.”

Leigh still ate the food like it might be poisoned, which amused me. I’d shown her that there was more to me than met the eye, so she was understandably wary. Good. She should be. She had no idea how much I was hiding.

“I have yet to choose a personal secretary,” I mused.

Leigh snorted. “I’m not going to be hired as a secretary. I’m over-qualified and it’ll raise eyebrows. Hire me as a personal consultant and get someone random to be your secretary. You don’t want me chained to a desk anyway—you need me accompanying you to social functions.”

I arched a brow. “People might think I just hired you to fuck you.”

“That’s fine by me.” She shrugged. “It wouldn’t be the first time people assumed that. It’s their mistake to make.”

She was genuinely unconcerned about what other people thought, and I loved her attitude. It was refreshing, and definitely not what I was used to from people in the world of the rich and spoiled. And the confidence in her sex appeal and her attraction was a hell of a turn on.

I watched her carefully as she finished eating. I was wildly attracted to this woman. I could admit that to myself. It had been a long time since I’d wanted someone this badly. Perhaps I never had wanted anyone as badly as I wanted her. But that meant I had to be extra careful. I couldn’t let my dick run things or cause me to get distracted and miss something important.

I was hiding layers of secrets. Maybe Leigh was, too.

“So, what exactly do you want from me?” she asked, setting aside her empty plate on the food cart.

“I want you to treat me as a client just like any other. Give me tips and guidance and don’t take me for a fool you can manipulate or boss around,” I said. “Everyone else will be doing that. I want honesty, whether I’m doing a good job or a bad job, because I know I won’t get it from the others. They’ll lie to make me feel better about myself, and they’ll lie to make me feel insecure. It’ll all depend on what they want from me that day.”

Leigh nodded, looking serious. “In that case, I hope you’re prepared to hear things you don’t like. I tell this to all of my clients. I’m not here to give you an ego boost. I’m here to keep you grounded and to stop you from making rookie mistakes. That means you’re not going to just get pats on the back from me. You’ll hear when I feel you need to go in a different direction.”

That sounded professional, and I respected her position. “I understand. As far as the rest of it…”

Leigh blushed and tucked some of her long red hair behind her ear, her gaze falling down to her lap. She didn’t look like she was being coquettish on purpose like she had earlier at the party. She looked genuinely submissive, like she couldn’t help it.

It made my blood run deliciously hot.

I took her chin in my fingers and tilted her face up so that she had to look at me. “Have you ever been anyone’s pet before, Leigh? Have you ever had a proper master?”

She shook her head. “N-no. I—I’ve played around with light BDSM before, but only with hookups. I never had a proper . . . relationship. Nothing longstanding.”

“Well. We’re going to change that.” I stroked her soft cheek.

She was going to look so very pretty with a collar around her neck. Not that she’d wear it at the office. The last thing I needed was my investigation jeopardized by people claiming the nephew was just as kinky as the uncle.

“This is how it will go,” I said, laying out the terms of our intimate relationship. “You’re going to be sexually available to me whenever I need to blow off some steam. The rest of the time, we’ll act as normal. But the moment I call you my pet, you’ll know that the change has started and you are to be submissive to me completely. I am your master when that happens. Not your client. Not your colleague or even your boss. Your master. Understand?”

Leigh shivered, her plush lips slightly parted as she inhaled sharply, her gaze fixed on me. “Y-yes, Master.”

Such a good girl already. I was glad that she had some experience. That meant I wouldn’t have to train her completely and I could skip to the good parts. I let my hand drop away. “Remember. When I’m your master, I own your body. I get to decide what happens. Including whether you get to come or not and how many times.”

Leigh flushed and shivered again. “Yes, master.” Her voice was barely a whisper.

“Good.” Fuck, I had to have her again. “So, for example, I want my good little pet to get on her knees and make me hard again. Use that pretty mouth of yours on my cock.”

Leigh flushed harder but immediately got down onto her knees between my legs, her hands on my thighs for balance as she leaned in and pushed my robe out of the way. She circled her fingers around my dick and went to work.

The feel of her tongue lapping at my cock was fucking heavenly. I groaned and slid my hand into her hair. “That’s it. Such a good pet for me. So obedient.”

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