Page 62 of The Assignment: Room 3

“You’re a lucky man, Flex. I have seen Celest work some magic up there. One of my favorite subs to watch.”

“Thank you.”

“Ryder is fine. Only my own subs refer to me as Sir.”

“Let’s go ahead and say that you call every other Dom in here by their first name or Mr. Who-the-fuck-cares. I’m the only one you should be calling Master.”

I grab the back of her head, holding her steady as I conquer her mouth with mine, our tongues twisting and tangling in a frenzy.

“Understood?”

She’s breathless in reply. “Yes… Master Navarro.”

“Good girl. Now, where to play? My playroom or the voyeur floor?”

“Why not both? We can start on the voyeur level and then go to your playroom for dessert.”

“You’re not just a pretty face, pet.”

“Thank you.” I set her on her feet, ready to leave my friends high and dry. They don’t have the ability to make me come with the force of a fucking freight train. I’d much rather be tangled up with my girl.

“Go grab us a table upstairs. I’ll be there in a minute. Do not touch yourself or take off any clothing until I arrive, pet.”

“Yes, Master Navarro.” She sashays through the bar, all eyes drawn to her as she makes her way up the stairs.

“Fuck me, she’s a well-trained pet.” Ryder may as well be jerking himself off to the sight of her right now, and I’m fighting the urge to punch him. She’s not even mine. Not yet.

“I’ll get with you this week with some ideas for a restaurant level. Send me what you were planning, and we can figure it out together.”

“Will do, bro. Enjoy your night.”

“I plan to.” I take the stairs two at a time, eager to get Celest in my arms. I have plans for her tonight. I pass Dalton on the staircase, but I don’t stop to chat. “Hey, bro. No time to talk. Celest.”

“You’re like a rabid dog, Flex!” he shouts after me, but I don’t give a shit. Instead, I howl like the dog I am.

The moment I reach the floor, I spy Celest on the other side of the room, a drink in hand as she watches everyone engage in all kinds of kink. It’s as if she can feel my gaze, her eyes meeting mine, and a bright smile lights up her face. She’s stunning.

I navigate my way through the crowd, and she stands to greet me properly, throwing her arms around my neck, up on her tiptoes as I capture her lips with mine. “Good evening, Master Navarro.”

I slide my hands up into her luscious hair, holding her in place as I deepen our kiss. A proper hello for my submissive. My heart is pounding in my chest from this smallest of touches, adrenaline making my pulse quicken.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say through ragged breaths. I want more of her in every way possible.

“Thank you, Master.”

“I bought you a little gift.” I reach into the inside pocket of my suit jacket and present her with a small token of my affection. A dainty platinum collar and leash. I had it custom-made at Tiffany’s for her, and I know it’s going to look breathtaking around her neck.

“A collar? Aren’t those reserved for a contract?”

“Not when you have a pet… pet. May I put it on you?”

“Y-yes.” She lifts her cascading loose waves for me to fasten it around her neck, and it makes my cock stand to attention, seeing it on her.

“Gorgeous. Now, take off your clothes so I can parade youaround this room on your leash.” The rapid rise and fall of her chest tell me she’s going to enjoy this.

“Heels?”

“Leave them on. And your panties. I’m almost sad to peel you out of that dress…” I say, running my hands down her back and onto her delectable ass, “… but what’s beneath is so much better.”

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