Chapter Eleven

The next day, Sara sat with her back to Thor and talked about anything she could think of. He didn't hear the words as much as the soft tone. The food, vitamins, and medicine she'd been giving him helped. His coat looked better except for the dirt, and his ribs weren't showing anymore.

She felt him sniff her back and continued to talk. She was amazed as he snuck up beside her and laid his head on her lap.

She let him smell her fingers. "Are you ready to be petted, Baby?"

When the dog relaxed, she started to scratch his head and neck gently and slowly.

"You are handsome, Thor. I would love to get my hands on the men that hurt you."

She started to sing to him and smiled when he relaxed more and closed his eyes. Her back was starting to ache from sitting on the hard ground for so long, but she didn't want to leave when she was finally getting through to him.

Sara looked around and saw Grant leaning against the barn closest to them with his arms crossed over his chest. She knew he didn't like it when the dog was this close to her, but there was no one else around to help him.

The dog had shown no aggression toward her. It seemed like men were what he feared the most.

"I've got to go, Thor. But I'll be back. Maybe someday you'll want to come home with me. I'd like you to meet my girls." She patted him one more time before she stood. Thor stayed in place until Grant headed their way.

He stopped her with his hands on her shoulders. "What's wrong?"

She looked confused. "What are you talking about?"

"I saw you when you stood, and I could tell you were in pain."

She grinned and touched her back. "I got a little stiff sitting there for so long."

"I don't want you in pain."

Sara snorted. "I'm not. Remember, I'm not a teenager anymore."

"I still don't like it."

She smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist. "I promise to do better."

She watched his lips twitch as he kept scowling down at her.

"You're going to be a little feisty today, I see," he said.

"Oh, I don't know about that."

He rolled his eyes, tipped her head up, and took her lips in a kiss so carnal it curled her toes.

"I can't start anything here," he said. "What are you doing tonight?"

"Nothing."

"Would you be up for going to the club with me? I've talked to the owners, and they said they'd have their women there to help you with any questions you might have and to make you feel comfortable."

"Do I know any of them?" she asked.

"I'm not sure. I've only met them a few times. I don't think any of them are from around here, so I doubt it, but they are very nice, and I know you'll like them."

A blade of anxiety started to grow. "I'll try. What do I wear?"

"I'll come to pick you up at seven, and I'll have something for you to wear."

She had wanted to see the inside of the club since it opened, and this was her chance. "Okay. I better head home."

He walked her to her car and opened the door. He made sure her seat belt was on before bending and kissing her lips. "I'll see you soon."

Sara waved as she drove away. All the way back to her house, she went back and forth about going. She knew there would be things she had never seen before, like people having sex or walking around naked, and she didn't know how she would handle it.

She parked her car in the garage and sat there. It all came down to pleasing and trusting Grant. The last thing she wanted to do was disappoint him. She also reminded herself that if she were really uncomfortable, she knew Grant would bring her home.

Sara took care of the dogs and even threw the ball for them several times. It was warm enough for them to want to cool off, so she filled up the baby pool she'd bought so they could lie in it. Both had always loved playing in the water, and she hadn't had a chance to take them to the small river a few miles away.

She glanced at the kitchen clock. "Oh, shit." She only had an hour and a half to get ready, and it would take a while to dry her thick hair.

Sara was sitting at her dressing table, putting lotion on her legs, when someone knocked. She glanced at the time and rushed into the hallway with her short, silky robe fluttering behind her.

"Come in," she yelled when she saw Grant through the kitchen window. "I'm about ready. I lost track of time playing with the dogs."

"That's fine. We're not on any set schedule."

Sara sat back down and finished rubbing the lotion onto her leg when she noticed how quiet it was. She glanced up to see Grant leaning against the doorjamb, staring at her.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing. I just think you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and sitting there stroking your legs is hotter than Hell."

Her mouth dropped open. "Oh. Um … thank you." Her breathing deepened, and her body softened.

"Fuck," he said. "If we don't get out of here in the next few minutes, we won't be leaving this room."

He walked over to the bed and set a clothing carrier on it before unzipping it and pulling something out of it.

"Come here, Sweetheart."

She walked over to him, tightening her belt.

"That has to come off," he told her.

She nodded, pulled the robe off, and set it on the mattress.

She listened to him curse again and had to bite her lip to keep from smiling.

"Oh, you think it's funny, do you?" he asked in a gruff tone.

She looked up at him and shrugged.

"Oh, you'll pay for that," he warned. "The bra needs to come off."

Sara slipped it off and reached for the thing he held.

"I'll have to help this time."

He had her lift her arms, and he set the stiff cloth in place over her chest.

"Turn around, Sweetheart."

She turned to look at the mirror as he hooked the back. The thing made her breasts look huge. She was afraid if she sneezed, she'd fall out. It also made her waist look tiny.

"Now, the panties," he said.

"Bu t— " Her mouth snapped shut when one of his eyebrows rose. She slipped them off and laid them on the bed.

She put her hands on his shoulders as he squatted in front of her and started pulling up a different pair of underwear.

"Oh, these are thongs?"

"Yes," he said and tucked the string between her ass cheeks.

A shiver ran through her when he let his finger run up and down between her ass cheeks. She'd never been touched there before, and although she was apprehensive, she couldn't believe how enjoyable it was.

Sara opened her eyes when he chuckled. She almost whimpered when he pulled away.

"Don't worry, Little Sub. I'll eventually have every part of your body, and I can guarantee you'll love everything I do to you."

She caught the edge of threat in his tone, but it didn't scare her because she knew he'd never hurt her.

Next, he tied a see-through piece of fabric over her hips. All the garments were white, which she thought was strange until he turned her to face the mirror. Sara gasped. The white fabric against her lightly tanned skin looked damn good. She twisted to the side. Her eyes widened when she could clearly see her ass cheeks.

"Wait, Grant…"

"What do you call me in the bedroom?"

Her eyes found him in the mirror. She blinked a few times because he looked different for some reason, but she couldn't put her finger on why.

"Oh. Sir."

He tipped his head. "Good. Now, what's the problem?"

"There's got to be more to this. I'm practically naked, for God's sake."

Her eyes narrowed when his lips twitched.

"Little Sub, If I wanted you naked, you would be…"

He grabbed onto her hand when she tried to step away from him.

"I can't do that, Gra … Sir. I just can't. Just the thought of being naked in front of people…"

"Whoa. Wait, Sweetheart. I won't ever do anything you're truly against. I'm not saying I won't push you at times, but I'll never humiliate or upset you on purpose."

She relaxed and nodded. "Thank you. Now, about the outfit…"

"It stays on. You're actually covered more than most of the women there. You'll see."

He cupped her face in his hands. "Trust me, Sweetheart. No harm will come to you when you're with me."

She sighed and nodded. "Okay."

He bent and picked up what looked like a necklace.

"This is your collar. It will tell all the Doms that you're mine and not to touch."

She stared at herself in the mirror and reached up to touch the dark-blue stones that encircled her throat. "How do they know I'm yours?"

He lifted his hand and showed her the ring he was wearing with the same dark-blue stone.

"Let me brush my hair, and then we'll go." She sat back down at her vanity and ran a brush through her dark locks. They cascaded down her back, stopping at her waist. There was a little natural wave to it, so she didn't have to curl it all the time.

"I could watch you do that for hours."

"Why?" she asked.

He grinned. "Because it's such a feminine thing to do, and it's sexy as hell. I'm going to want to brush your hair, too. My fingers are itching to burrow in your hair. I love the soft feel of it, and the scent drives me wild."

"I'm glad."

He rolled his eyes. "Oh, I bet that makes you happy."

She snickered. "Yeah, kind of."

"Are you ready?" he asked.

She stood and nodded. She was as ready as she would ever be.