Page 23 of Indecent Secrets

“Yes, a couple,” I lied. “I’ll include them when I send all the rest to you. But only if you want to. It would be a lot to take the company in such a bold direction but… it might also be what you need if you want to distinguish yourself from your uncle.”

Our food arrived and we tucked in before I continued to talk. “He was known for really digging his heels in and you want to keep the company from going into the red. Maybe bold is the way to go,” I said, planting the suggestion. “But you shouldn’t decide anything right now. We can look over the proposals and decide if there’s anything in there that really feels right to you.”

From there, I moved us on to other topics. At one point I got the server to tell us all about the restaurant and how it worked, and I praised the ethical choices. Just giving Jack some small nudges.

The food really was delicious, though.

We were wrapping up dessert when I felt Jack’s knee press against mine under the table. I nearly dropped my fork and I saw him smirk.

“I want to take you back to my place,” he said quietly, waving down the server for the check. “I have something that I’d like to see you in.”

“You can’t have bought me lingerie that quickly,” I said.

“Oh, how I wish, but no.” Jack grinned. “Same hotel as before. I’m still apartment hunting. I’ll meet you there.”

I nodded, my mouth going dry. I had no idea what he had in store, but I knew it would be good.

We’d arrived at work and the restaurant separately, so I drove myself to his hotel, then headed up to his room. I was glad he had a luxurious suite, for once not annoyed at the waste of money. It meant we could have room and privacy.

I hadn’t paid much attention to it when I first was there, but it was a two-room place with a large bathroom that included a soaking tub. The first room was a large living room area that included a marble fireplace, a sitting area, a desk for work, and a kitchenette with a breakfast table. The second room was the bedroom, with a king-sized bed and a vanity table. That room was where we’d spent our time before.

But now, when I was let into the space, Jack led me instead to the chairs in front of the fireplace.

“You’re my pet, is that right?” he purred in a low, seductive tone.

I nodded, already feeling warm and aroused.

“Pets don’t wear clothes, though,” he said, trailing a finger from my throat to where my buttoned blouse stopped him. “And you seem to be dressed.”

I shivered, and immediately began to unfasten my blouse. Jack smirked approvingly, watching with a hooded gaze as I made my way down the buttons. I pushed the blouse off myself and then starting on my skirt.

I didn’t try to be teasing. I tried just to follow orders and be his good girl. But I could feel myself flushing all over as I laid myself bare to Jack’s hungry, commanding gaze. For the first time in years, I felt almost shy about getting naked in front of someone. I felt like he could see right through me, to the very heart of me.

“Perfect.” Jack left me standing there completely nude and went into the bedroom, returning with a small black box. “I don’t have a custom one for you, which is a pity, but I think this will do for now.”

He opened the box, and my breath caught in my throat.

It was a black leather collar.

Jack’s gaze on me was devouring. “Be a good pet and kneel for me.”

I went to my knees on the thick plush rug the hotel room designers had placed in front of the fireplace, my hands clasped in front of me. Jack gently pushed my loose hair back out of the way as he wrapped the collar around my throat, then clasped it into place.

When I swallowed, I could feel the pressure of the collar against my throat. Fuck. It was almost like being choked, but not quite as intense. A reminder, and a teasing one at that.

“Very good.” Jack ran his fingers through my hair, his nails scratching lightly at my scalp.

I shivered. Every inhale and exhale, every swallow, reminded me of the collar around my neck. It was ever-present. It kept me grounded so that I couldn’t be distracted by thoughts of anything else.

I could only imagine how I looked right now: naked, except for the strip of black leather around my throat. Like I really was a submissive little pet.

“You were so eager earlier,” Jack mused. “You’re a woman who’s used to getting what she wants, when she wants it. Used to expressing her opinion… used to being bold…”

He walked around behind me, doing something I couldn’t see, and then I felt him kneeling behind me.

“But if you’re going to be my pet, then you’re going to learn to take what I give you, when I give it to you. I could slide my cock inside of you right this moment and you’d come, wouldn’t you? You’d be wet enough for me to fuck you as roughly as I wanted.”

I swallowed a whimper. “Yes, master.” It was true. I could already feel my pussy clenching, feeling empty.

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