Page 87 of Five Days to Be Mine

17 EVAN

On my way back to Mara, every single guest wanted to talk to me.

I know it’s because my reputation precedes me.

It’s not every night that I’m in Sinful Bites for full service and guests want to take a selfie with me or shake my hand, or in the case of one gentleman, asked me if I wanted to lick the wine off of his submissive’s chest.

Seeing Mara sitting there, knowing she is waiting for me, makes my cock twitch. My body hums with the knowledge that she is mine. I’m beginning to think that things, some of which I had kept wavy since my ex, are possible with her.

Maybe I can try and move out of my comfort zone because I don’t think this woman will reject me. I know she won’t judge me.

“Ready for the next part, princess?”

“Yes Sir Evan.” Her hand feels so delicate in mine.

I catch the gazes of the diners as we pass them, as I guide her to the front of the restaurant where we have play equipment set up. Not a full dungeon but options for our guests to use.

Being in this restaurant, hearing the laughter of guests, watching their kinky interplays.

This is what I had dreamed about and no matter how many excellent services we’ve had since Sinful Bites has opened, I don’t take it for granted.

But tonight, it feels different.

The cool mask I usually have on my face as the owner, the man happy to solve the problems for both my staff and guests, has slipped.

Instead, I feel nervous, like I don’t want to screw this up in front of all these people.

As I make eye contact here and there, passing the tables on our way to the front of the room, I have my figurative fingers crossed behind my back that nobody stops me or interrupts me.

Under my cool touch, Mara’s eyes are glassy, her breath is gasping, her eyes are zeroed in on me.

We almost make it before Mara stops, stumbling into me.

“Mara, what’s wrong?”

Her face is pale, she’s biting her lips

“Jenny’s here.”

In the passion of the last two days, I had forgotten about her former colleague.

“She told me where to find you and I comped them tonight in exchange. Should we stop to thank them?” I trace her jawline with my fingertips, wanting to bring her focus back to me.

“What will they think of me?”

Her voice is hoarse, far away and I get the sense that it’s not this moment that’s going through her mind, but something else.

“Princess, look at me.” I gently squeeze her shoulder until her eyes meet mine. “You are mine. The only thing they or anyone else is going to think of you is damn. I wish that was me. You’re my princess. I brought you back to the kingdom and I own this place. What am I going to do to you right now?”

“Spank me…paddle me.” Her voice is feathery light, but her eyes start to get glassy again.

“That’s right, and you’re going to take it like a good girl, right?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“That’s my good girl.” I devour her lips, slowly, until the tension eases from her body.

I lead her over to the spanking bench, grab my toy bag that I had set under it earlier.

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