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Stefan moved to get up, and I joined him, he took my hand, and we walked back to his room. “I want to talk to you about Scarlett and your feelings about me managing the club,” Stefan said, taking a seat on the couch and pulling me on his lap.

“What do you mean? I don’t understand.”

“Well, we are in a relationship, and I want us to have the ultimate Dom/Sub bond, and that will take honesty and trust, and me managing a strip club may not be okay with you.”

I thought about this for a minute. I know from listening to the girls there that Stefan has never had sex with any of the strippers or even ventured into the changing room. In fact, Terri said he never used to spend much time on the floor till I was hired. So, did it bother me? “I think I’m okay with it. I trust you, and I would hope if you started to lose interest in me, you would tell me and not cheat on me.” I did wonder something, but I couldn’t ask; it was too embarrassing.

“What else did you want to say?” The man was a mind reader.

“So do the women there turn you on when they strip. I mean, you hire them, and I imagine you have to feel something when they audition to know if they are good enough.”

“Are you asking if the strippers make my cock hard, Nicolette?” he said, smirking. “The answer is no; they do not turn me on. Do you know what turns me on? You, kneeling in submission in front of me, looking up at me with those big blue eyes. Wondering what I’m about to do to that sexy body of yours. And knowing how aroused you are by the thought of my hands on your body, controlling you, commanding you, bringing you pleasure and pain that only my hands can. Me, the only man who has touched you. That is what makes my dick hard.”

He continued. “And now you have earned yourself a punishment. Do you know why?”

“A punishment? But what did I do?”

“You said if I would tire of you, I should let you know. I don’t like that type of mindset. I am never letting you go, and I think I need to punish you for thinking it could ever happen,” he said.

“But Blake said if you were keeping me, you would collar me, whatever that means.”

“Putting a collar on you shows ownership, and yes, I plan on collaring you, but I wanted to make sure you were okay with everything that goes with it first. And the collar I put on you will be permanent. I already have it designed, and it will be a tattoo around this pretty neck of yours, the only permanent mark on your body,” he said, his fingers tracing my neck. The thought of Stefan owning me should not be turning me on, but it did. I wanted him to mark me as his.

“When will you have this done?”

“Whenever you are ready. It’s a big step. Not only will you be my Sub, but also my ol’ lady and will wear my property cut. And we will live together. It‘s a lot to take in, so I’m giving you time to process things before pushing you too much, even though I would like to do it right this minute.” And by the intensity on his face, I had no doubt he meant it. “But, back to me managing the Scarlett, if you ever have doubts you come to me, don’t let anything fester inside you.”

“I promise. And I guess the same will be true for you when I work at Dominate Candy,” I said.

“No, it won’t because you won’t be working there,” he snapped.

“It’s the only way I can play my violin in a musical setting.”

“After I take care of your problem, you will try out for a real symphony, you are good enough, and once you don’t have to hide, your choices will be endless,” he said.

“That’s always been my dream since I started playing. I want it so much to happen, and I hope it does, but I know you told me not to worry, but I do. I don’t want anything to happen to you,” I said, putting my arms around his neck, my head on his shoulder. Growing up, I was a lonely child, and when I started playing the violin, I made the music my friend, and it took me places and filled a void.

“I know what I’m doing, and nothing will happen to me. So, don’t give it another thought. Let’s get your clothes from your apartment and then a light lunch before we have to go to work,” Stefan said, kissing the top of my head and squeezing me before pushing me to my feet.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

I WAS HAPPYto hear Nicolette say she would be okaywith me running Scarlett. I rebuilt this club from the low-class stripper bar it had become under Jax and turned it into a more upscale club. It took a lot of work hours and patience to get it where it is today. And I run a tight ship, with rules in place, so the girls feel safe. I know they met some of the men outside of the club for extra cash, that was their choice, but there were no extras inside the club. Even the brothers who came in for the show were only allowed lap dances; if you worked here, it was hands-off. I didn’t want to create a toxic work environment.

And I didn’t lie to Nicolette; I don’t get hard from seeing a naked woman dance. I need more; you can only see so many naked bodies before becoming immune. Tits, ass, and pussy have become the same, but the woman inside, her eyes, innocent movements, voice, personality, and the way she treats others are different. My butterfly has everything I’ve craved since I was old enough to know what I wanted in a woman. Having no family, I held out for a woman I knew would be my forever, that I could build a family along with the family of brotherhood I have in the club. And, of course, a woman who could handle my twisted darker side.

That woman is Nicolette Albescue.

I’m sitting in my truck waiting on Nicolette to come down. I dropped her off and then had to make a quick pickup at a store down the road. I watch as she comes jogging to the truck, trying to dodge the rain, causing those perky globes to bounce. Finally, opening the door and climbing in, she says, “I’m sorry I took so long, but Terri wanted to talk, and getting away was hard.”

Leaning across the seat, I kissed her on the lips. “No need to apologize, butterfly. We are still good on time; if not, I know the boss,” I said, winking at her. “I imagine Terri is grilling you about our bedroom play.”

Nicolette gave me a sly smile. “Yes, she was relentless. I finally told her there wasn’t much to tell.”

“You wound me butterfly. I will remember this tonight,” I said, giving a wicked twist to my lips and rubbing my hands together. I couldn’t wait to get to Scarlett and start her punishment.

WE PULLED BEHINDthe Scarlett, and I climbed out of Stefan’sbig truck. It was high off the ground and completely black, with not one shiny object on it. Even the paint was matte. I followed Stefan through the back door, and we stopped at his office door. “I am going to go get changed,” I said, starting to walk away.

“Hold it right there, butterfly, you can change in my office, and we have something to discuss,” he said, shaking a bag in his hand that I didn’t even realize he was carrying.

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