Page 22 of With You

Her eyes welled. “I didn’t do anything.” She sniffed. “I have an old voicemail from him that I replay when I’m missing him. It doesn’t help a whole lot. I also kept all his text messages and took screenshots of them, so I can save them.”

Moving my hand to the back of her head, I fisted her hair and crushed my mouth to hers. “I have old texts and voicemails from him too.” I leaned my forehead against hers.

A shuddered breath left her. “Let’s go, Shade. I need my husband.”

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(Meadow)

While Shade grabbedour bags, I stared up at the large building standing before us. It had vinery up the sides of it, the bricks a dark brown. Trees of all shapes and sizes, sat behind it. The place was basic but beautiful.

A warm mouth pressed against my temple. “Ready, baby?”

I took a deep breath, smiling up at Shade and nodding. “I am.” Truth was, I was nervous but excited. I had never dominated Shade. Not in the way we both wanted. Sunny had always been the dominating type. I could still hear his voice whenever he had called me ‘Pet.’ I realized something then. “Shade?”

He looked down at me over his shoulder. “Yeah?”

“How come you don’t call me ‘Pet?’”

He gave me a small smile. “Because that was Sunny’s term for you. I know I called you it a couple of times when he was alive but now that he’s gone, it just seems fitting to let the term go with him.”

“Oh okay.” I went up to Shade, hooking my arm in his. “That makes sense.”

“Good.” He kissed the top of my head. “Now let’s go. This wolf is hungry for his Little Lamb.”

A shiver rippled down the length of my spine with what was to come. As we neared the front door of the large building, my body vibrated with a need for my husband. It was like the closer we got to doing what we both had been wanting for awhile, the more I became excited and turned on.

When we stepped into the estate, I couldn’t help but notice how it didn’t look like there was a BDSM club within it at all.

Shade checked us in, and I went up to a wall that held black and white pictures of some of the most sensual and erotic pictures I had ever seen.

“Beautiful, aren’t they?”

I jumped, finding a woman standing a few feet away from me. She had long brown hair that fell in waves around her shoulders, the ends just short of hitting her tailbone. Her eyes met mine, a small smile spreading on her face. She was fingering a black collar around her throat.

My stomach tumbled.

While Shade and I didn’t live the lifestyle religiously, I read, and I knew what that collar meant. She was owned. By someone. God, just the idea of having Shade’s collar around my throat, sent a ripple of pleasure throughout every inch of me. But I wondered at the same time, what would it be like for him to wearmycollar?

“They are beautiful,” I finally said, looking back at the wall of pictures. My eyes landed on one with a man’s hand wrapped around a slender throat. You couldn’t see any faces in any of the pictures, but I had a feeling that they were all the same models.

“It’s the same woman in every picture. Sometimes her husband joined her, but he liked taking pictures of her instead,” she explained. “That’s why there’s more of just her.”

“He’s very talented,” I said as Shade came up beside me.

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