Chapter 10

chapter ten

F or a long moment, Jensen said nothing. His brain had stopped working the moment she said the words ‘I agree’. He blinked a few times trying to force himself to think, but his thoughts were still frozen. Did she really agree to be his submissive? Bloody hell.

She cocked her head to the side. “Jensen, are you okay?”

He nodded, then cleared his throat. All of a sudden he felt like an untried virgin. She was studying him as if she thought he’d lost his mind. Not exactly the reaction he wanted from his submissive.

He wanted this, needed it on a level that he didn’t yet understand. She was standing there, the bright sunlight shining behind her, and he had only two words running through his mind.

I want.

He wanted her on his desk, bent over as he took her from behind. He wanted to lean back in his chair while she was on her knees in front of him, his cock in her mouth. He could just imagine the way her tongue would swirl around his shaft as she gazed up at him with those damned eyes of hers.

Damn. Beads of sweat had already dampened his palms. She left him randy and almost out of control in his need for her. They had a verbal agreement. It was still work hours. He knew it was important to stick to their agreed upon rules, but he wanted a taste of her. No matter that he had waited for months. Now that he knew she was going to submit, it was hard to resist the pull of her. She was such a strong woman, so he knew their D/s play would be challenging.

“Tonight then?” he asked.

She nodded.

“Do you want to go to Rough ‘n Ready?”

The moment the question slipped out, he regretted it. He didn’t want to share her with anyone else. Even if that meant walking around a club, he didn’t want people to look at her, to think about her. She was his.

And he sounded like a boy with a new toy. Bloody fucking hell. It was the first time in his history as a Dom that he felt so possessive with a sub.

“No,” she said. “This is us, alone. I don’t want an audience.”

He felt the same way, but he thought she might want to get a private room. He wasn’t stupid enough to make the mistake a second time.

“Do you go to many clubs?” he asked.

She hesitated. He wondered at it, and he really didn’t want to order the answer out of her. Thankfully, she said, “I did years ago, but I stopped.”

“Why?”

“Truth is, I didn’t want to run into you at any of them. You are a member of several of the clubs I frequented. I thought it would be odd to run into each other, even if you knew of my preferences.”

“That worked out well,” he said, not bothering to hide the sarcasm in his voice.

Her mouth twitched. “You weren’t supposed to be there, if you remember.”

Jensen shook his head. “So sneaky. That’s why you dressed up the way you did?”

“I’m still recognizable. My worry is that it would reflect on the family if I were found there. Micah’s pretty tight with security, but you never know. Those rags have some incredibly sneaky bastards working for them. And while it’s okay for you to be a member, they would rip me to shreds for the fact that I am woman.”

The way she talked about Ross made him itch. “I sense there’s something more between you and Ross.”

She frowned. “Are you talking romantically? There isn’t. He’s in love with his wife.”

Jensen knew that was true, but there was something else there, something that told him they had a deeper connection than just two people in the life. He knew she was. Granted, Ross was the owner of the club, but Jensen knew a lot of club owners wouldn’t allow it. That meant they had a more personal relationship.

“I also heard two subs complaining about him and the other owner. They do no demonstrations or play unless it’s with their wives.”

“Yes, I’ve heard that too. Have you ever played publicly?”

He shook his head. “I didn’t want to create more grief for you. Have you?”

She wrinkled her nose. “I had to perform for so many years on the ice, I wasn’t inclined to do so in my private life.”

That made sense. He knew she still loved to skate, but only did it if she could rent some time on the ice, privately. She hated being gawked at. Even after all these years, people who loved skating recognized her. More than once they had been stopped for autographs, especially when they were in Colorado.

He glanced at the clock. It was late afternoon and he knew that they both needed to eat. They would need it for the activities he had planned for them. “Did you want to go out for dinner?”

She thought about it. “I guess we could. There isn’t much to eat since Marta wasn’t here today.”

“Where?”

“How about that little sushi place down in Waikiki near the hotels.”

He liked that idea. It was always busy, but the sushi chefs were always fast. It would be filled mainly by locals.

“That sounds brilliant. I have an errand to run, but I’ll be back in about an hour or so, then we can go. Does that work?”

She nodded and said nothing else before leaving the room. He turned his seat around to stare out the window. He had fought this need for her for months and now he was giving into it because she was a submissive. The idea that she worked for him apparently didn’t bother him as much as her not living in the life. Now that he knew she was, he could care less about the work relationship. No, that was wrong. He did care. He needed her. He had never had a personal assistant who was as good at knowing what he wanted and exactly when he wanted it.

He shook himself out of his thoughts and knew he had to get a move on. He had to call Micah to see if he was at the club, so he could do some shopping. Jensen needed some toys to play with tonight and they had the best supply.

He dialed the number to the club and Micah picked up on the second ring. “Rough ‘n Ready.”

“Ross, this is Wulf. I was wondering if you could do me a favor and let me come in to shop now.”

“Not coming to the club tonight?” Micah asked, humor threading his voice.

“Nope. I have a very private night planned.”

“I thought you might. Come on in. I’ll be happy to let you spend money at my club.”

Jensen hung up and grabbed the keys to the sedan they had rented. The sooner he got this and dinner done with, the sooner he would finally have Nicola all to himself.