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“Even though we don’t know each other that well?”

“Well, I think if we knew everything there was to know about each other in a little over the month that we’ve been sleeping together that we’d have to be two of the most boring people on the planet.”

I chuckled. “Fair point. I just need to know that you’re…okaywith… I mean, that you’re able to… Fuck,” I cringed. “I have no idea what it is I’m trying to ask.”

“Little Owl, if you think what you told me turns meoffyou, then you haven’t been paying attention. I find you utterly beautiful and completely ravishing. Nothing you could say or do would ever change that. Am Iokaywith what happened to you? Fuck, no. I never will be. I’m tempted to track this guy down and end his miserable existence.”

Too late, I thought dryly.

Mal kissed me again. “Don’t ask me if I’mokaywith what you just told me, pet. I’ll never beokaywith anything that hurts you. Can I live with it?” He shrugged. “What choice do I have? I can’t go back and change it, no matter how much I wish I could. But I can promise you this: I’ll be here for you, no matter what. To support you, to hold you,” he dropped his hand down to my bottom and pinched my cheek, “to tease you. Whatever you needfrom me, Little Owl. And if you need more nights like this, where it’s just us with no expectations or formalities, then that’s what we do.”

I warmed inside to the point that I thought I might be heating the water instead of the other way around. “I think we should do this sometimes. Not often, but special occasions or when one of us needs it. Personally, I’m not seeing a big difference between Master Mal and Just Mal.”

He chuckled, his chest vibrating against my back. “I’m afraid you’re stuck with just me, love. Not really sure how to be anyone else.”

I bit my lip. “Are you okay with me still figuring out whoIam?”

“As long as you’re open and honest with me about your needs, absolutely.”

I sat up in the water. Turning around, I straddled his thighs. His cock was still flaccid from just coming downstairs, though it twitched at the contact with my mound. My arms around his neck and his hands on my hips, I said, “Right now, I need you to kiss me.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Giving me orders, Little Owl?”

I smiled. “Just Mal, remember. I can order Just Mal around all I want.”

He laughed, matching my smile. His hands moved from my hips to squeeze the globes of my ass. “Don’t think it works that way, pet, but in this case, I think Just Mal is willing to make an exception.”

Just Mal settled me even closer on his lap before bringing his lips up to claim mine.

Chapter Sixty-Two

Mal

I’m not entirelysure how my little owl talked me into letting her do this with clothes on, but her safety was my top priority. When I started removing certain bondage pieces and displays from my dungeon upstairs in anticipation of her presence in my home, I knew there was an addition or two that I wanted. The first was a dancing pole in the bedroom. I hired a professional installer too, because I needed to know that it was mounted properly.

The second was a flying pole in my office. Even though I didn’t know if she had ever used one before, I knew that I wanted another way to make my little owl fly. Due to the tall ceiling in my office, which had once been a garage before the owners before me had converted it into a home office space, the company did recommend getting an eight foot pole, plus a mounting extension. The extension allowed the pole to be immobilized when not in use. Due to the rotating link that connected the pole to the ceiling brace, it was not recommended to be used as a standard dancing pole.

Since I was no longer employed, or technically notcurrentlyworking, I decided my home office was not where I wanted to be this morning. My large, leather armchair in my bedroom was theperfectplace for a front row seat. My phone was also hooked up to the new speakers mounted in the four corners of my bedroom.

My little owl wanted to put on a show. After the thirty long minutes of me impatiently waiting for her to come out of my bathroom, she finally emerged.

And fuck me up the ass, she wasgorgeous.

She was wearing a short black wig that I’ve seen her in before, her owl mask, a onesie corset piece, sheer black tights, and high boots. She was beyond breathtaking. Christ, I had it bad for this woman, and not just because she looked fucking fantastic.

As soon as she set a playlist on my phone, there was no hesitation, no warmup. My little owl leapt onto the pole. There was no safety mat or padding on the floor below her. When I’d informed her I’d also purchased such things, my little owl had scoffed in a rare sign of defiance. I could have easily punished her for the insolence, but it was so fucking adorable that I found myself only playfully swatting her ass instead.

Master David did not have to bear witness for me to know I was in over my head with my little owl. There was no going back for me.

She was utterly fearless on the pole, and fuck that confidence was sexy. My little owl so rarely displayed such certainty. I wondered if she did in her art studio. I would never order her to show me her workplace, though I was hoping she would soon so that I could design a similar studio in my house or behind it for her.

The running leap my little owl took gave her the height she needed to do a fancy twist, holding on upside down to the pole.Lovelyby Billie Eilish came over the speakers first. My little owl must be familiar with the song for she moved in perfect rhythm with the smooth notes.

I recalled the first time I saw my little owl dance, before I’d ever touched her, tasted her,fuckedher. Pole dancing wasn’t new to me. I’d been barely eighteen the first time I went to a strip club. My height and build have always made me look older than I was, so no one questioned my age even though I was still a high school student. I’d been the clichéd horny teenage boy and had lost my virginity years before. My buddies had a bet going that I couldn’t sneak into the new club without proper ID, to which they had to pay up when I’d come strutting out of there with lipstick on my collar and glitter on my dick.

Once I found my calling in BDSM and joined numerous clubs in Alaska and the lower forty-eight, I noticed a few of them likeSnow Chainshad poles. There’d been a few interesting dancers over the years, butnonelike my little owl. The way she moved to the music, twisting and turning, lost in her own head… It was intoxicating. Unlike the strippers or the subs I’ve seen using such dance poles over the years, I knew in my soul that she hadn’t been dancing for the audience, but for herself.

Dancing was her escape. She weaved her magic over the crowd, and I was entirely enthralled. I casually stroked my dick, watching her performance. Her current task was to dance until I came. She was only allowed to break for water or the bathroom. The sooner she accomplished her task, the soonerIperformed for her. I might not know how to dance on a pole, but I was confident I could perform a strip tease.

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