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Ansel

After the most explosive sex I’d ever had, I was forced to think like a protector the following day. My promise of getting Regina to my level in phases was the only thing that kept me from fucking her all night.

Frustrated with myself, I hadn’t been able to hold back. When her tight pussy started to squeeze and massage me, and she started to come, her hot wetness had put a death grip on my dick. Her pussy had sucked my dick in so deep and hard, no matter what my mind demanded, my body responded to her impacting demand that had me coming right along with her.

I’d abandoned my desires because it was time I gave her something I thought she might need—more interaction with everyday people in a normal setting. Other than the outing she’d had with Marcus and her visit to my club, she’d never asked to go out, and I was beginning to think that she never would.

The last thing I wanted was her believing or even thinking she was my captive. I may not have known shit about traditional relationships, but I knew the last thing a person who had been held captive wanted was to feel like a prisoner.

I’d decided to take her out for an early dinner today. Manuelle’s offered a variety of culturally diverse cuisine and was one of my favorite restaurants in the city. When we entered, the light aroma of delicious dishes being prepared caused my stomach to smile.

The tunes in the background sent a relaxing vibe through me. However, my happiness was short-lived when I realized Regina and I had drawn an audience.

Some of the guests we walked past didn’t hide their scrutinizing fucking gazes as they edged across their tables, whispering and eyeing us. Not all of them gawked, but enough of their judgmental gazes lingered on us that it stirred my anger.

“What fucking year are we in?” I hissed, not caring how loud I was. “They act like they’ve never seen a white man with a black woman. She’s Mexican too if you’d like something else to talk about.”

“Ansel, please,” Regina begged under her breath as her fingers tightened around my forearm. “Ignore them. You said you wanted to get me out of the house and show me a good time.”

She was right. This wasn’t the time to snatch a motherfucker up if I saw one more eye-roll. However, if I heard one comment about that damn border wall the president wanted built, all bets were off.

Normally, I was alone or with business partners when I came here, so I hadn’t noticed how ignorant some of these assholes were. Also, Regina didn’t need to know that she was the only woman I’d taken out to a restaurant.

I assisted Regina into her seat but didn’t take mine right away. I stood in front of our table and gave each motherfucker that eyeballed us the evil eye—a warning as far as I was concerned. I itched for one of them to utter one word.

“Ansel,” Regina called. Her low tone, as well as the flush creeping down her face, highlighted her embarrassment. I took my seat with a ready smile, but my insides were boiling. It was a fucking shame that there were still people that clutched tightly to such blinding ignorance.

The waiter handed us our menus and recited a canned line about soups and wines. Staring across the table at someone as beautiful as Regina, it was hard not to lose my shitty attitude. It had taken me a half hour to convince her into another dress, so it would have been a shame not to enjoy this outing.

“What’s the real reason for this, Ansel? I may not be a novice at the D/s relationship, but I’m smart enough to know that we are not on a real date.”

Her question and statement had my lips twitching. When she’d revealed herself as a bit of a realist, she hadn’t been lying. By now, most women who were laid up with a man would have been sending out wedding invitations and naming the third child we hadn’t had yet.

Although I’d taught my subs about our relationship boundaries many times, some still formed attachments and begged me for the kind of relationship I couldn’t give them.

Leaning over the table, I lowered my voice a notch. “I simply wanted to get you out of the house, Regina. I don’t want you feeling like you’re confined, especially after what your family did to you.” I lowered my voice further. “If I lock you up, the way that I desire, I’m going to have you begging me to throw away the fucking key.”

“Arrogant any?” she asked with a smirk on her face.

“Yep. While most men downplay their arrogance and call it confidence, I own my shit. My ass is arrogant as fuck, plain and simple. There is nothing that I don’t think I can do or accomplish. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t try if I set my mind to it. You know how a mom tells her child, don’t touch it, it will burn?”

She nodded listening to my words intently.

“I’m arrogant enough to touch, get my ass burned, and keep touching it until I figure out how to make it not burn. Not because I’m hard headed, but because I believe I’ll find a way to make it not burn.”

The smile on her face grew wide. “I should thank you in my case, for your arrogance.” She glanced around the restaurant, taking in the other diners before her gaze returned to me. “Honestly, I feel kind of vulnerable being out again. I’m anxious to go back to work, but I’m also afraid to. What if my family has people staked out and searching for me?”

Her question caused my brow to lift. She wasn’t naïve about her family’s pull or their reach. If they wanted her, they were coming for her, no matter what any of us did.

“If you’d like to get back to work, you’re going to have to develop a set of routines. Ones that will get you to and from work safely. I don’t need you worrying about that right now. I’ll help you when the time comes. And, if any of your family is crazy enough to test me, they will be dealt with.”

She didn’t comment as she moved her silverware around and glanced around at everything except me. Just like last night when she’d come barreling down the hall at the club, she was anxious like she sensed something that I didn’t.

“Tell me what’s wrong. You seem nervous, even with me sitting here with a gun shoved down my waist ready to put hot lead in someone.”

“I’m okay,” she mumbled.

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