Page 54 of The Billionaire Submissive
On one hand, she was surprised Donovan would bring her to a diner to eat after he’d flown in a Michelin chef for the weekend. But on the other, she was learning exactly how much he loved these little ties to his past, like the first place he and his best friend worked. His father’s boat. The man might have more money than he could spend in a dozen lifetimes, but what he truly valued were the memories.
It makes me wonder what memories he’s storing up of me.
Her stomach flipped over, an excited yet terrified little heave that made her set the juicy hamburger into the basket.
After his adamant refusals, he was being strangely quiet now.Which means he’s up to no good at all.
Casually, she picked up one of the hand-cut skin-on fries. “What’s the count for the day?”
“Five.”
“The next time you tell me no, I’m doubling it.”
He sat up a little straighter, stacked the pages up on top of the portfolio and scooted down to the chair across from her. “Promise?”
“You know it, lover boy.”
He picked up his burger and took a bite. “So you said about the collar too. What does it mean to you, Lilly? I mean, deep down, does it mean an engagement? A promise? Or I am just a plaything you’re keeping around until you tire of me?”
Careful, Lil. You have to handle this like he’s a fragile piece of irreplaceable glass. “I’ve put a collar on a sub before.”
“That’s not what I meant. Have you put a collar onyoursub? Did you ever have a sub who was wholly yours, body and soul?”
“Not that way, no.”
He ate silently for a few minutes and she hoped he’d drop the subject. No such luck, not with this wealthy CEO.
“So when you put a collar on a sub before, he was just a sub. Notyoursub.”
“Right,” she said it slowly, trying to figure out where he was going with it. He wasn’t jealous or tense or upset. In fact, he smiled at her over his burger.
“So then there’s no reason for you not to give me my collar tonight.”
“I said…”
“The real one. Not the training one. Donovan Morgan doesn’t do training, which ranks down there with cleaning, waiting in line or, God forbid, laundry.”
“Or cooking,” she added, laughing.
“Exactly.”
She wiped her greasy fingers on her napkin so she wouldn’t drop her glass. “I just want to be clear up front. I don’t want you to be hurt in any way. That would devastate me.”
“Crystal clear. Mistress L is not proposing marriage with this collar.”
“Donovan, I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
Tipping her head, she studied him, watching for any little tic or betrayal. But he wore the consummate businessman mask perfectly. Open and charming with just a hint of a smile curving his lips that might be amusement…or smugness because I’m falling right into his trap.
“I want it, Lilly. I want it as much as I’ve ever wanted anything before in my life. And you know what that means.”
“You always get what you want.”
He nodded, smiling. “You know it.”
She hated to do it. She really did.But I don’t have a choice. I have to remind him who’s in control of this relationship, and who’s the submissive.“Your Mistress will decide what’s best for you. If she decides it’s best to start slowly, then that’s exactly what you’ll do. Or you won’t have the Mistress.”
