Page 55 of Seduce

“Not too far from Lara’s cafe.”

“So that makes Jordan and me the closest, since Max’s home is next door, and Damon lives out here as well,” Crystal said.

“How do you know that?” Tessa put her hands on her hips.

“Down, girl.” Crystal gave a laugh. “Jordan dropped off some supplies Damon needed last week, and I was with him.”

Tessa shook her head. What was wrong with her? Crystal had Jordan; in fact, she was very much in love with Jordan. “Sorry, I must be tired.” She rubbed her forehead.

“It’s okay, my friend.” Crystal touched Tessa’s arm.

“Well, now that’s settled.” Sierra looked across the room. “Looks like the men have taken care of Peter. Shall we go tell them our plans.”

“Let’s.”

* * * *

Thirty minutes later, Tessa sat back against the leather seat in Damon’s car. She pulled in a deep breath and let out slowly. “I’m exhausted.”

“It is almost three in the morning.”

“Ugh.” She really didn’t want to drive home tonight, nor did she want Damon to make the trek to her apartment and then back to his house. “Are you still mad at me?”

“Never mad. Annoyed maybe, but never mad. You did something out of the goodness of your heart, not because you wanted to disobey me.”

“Thank you.” She was surprised he understood that.

“But I’m still going to punish you,” he remarked, pulling into his garage.

“Oh?” She’d kind of hoped he’d forgotten about that.

Damon grinned at her as he opened her door and helped her out. “I don’t forget.”

Tessa’s heart pounded as they entered the house. What did he have planned for her?

“Let’s see. I’ll make this easy, go into the bedroom and undress. I’ll be there in a moment.”

Tessa nodded and made her way to his bedroom. Her heart pounded with each step she took. The rich masculine colors soothed her nerves as she undressed and waited, her stomach churning with butterflies.

* * * *

Damon waited until Tessa was in the bedroom before he put his bag in the closet and closed the door. He wasn’t going to punish her in a true sense. A short spanking would remind her that he was to be obeyed in the club.

He spoke the truth when he said he understood why she did what she did. Harper was having a hard time talking with him. It happened sometimes with a sub and a Dom, even though the subs all knew him.

They were going to need to figure out a better support system for both the Doms and subs. Peter was contrite about what he did, and promised to apologize to Harper. He admitted he hadn’t listened to her when she went over her hard limits.

What a mess. Five years into this and things were starting to slowly unravel. Had the club grown too big? That was another thing they needed to discuss tomorrow. Figuring he’d given Tessa enough time. He made his way into the bedroom.

He stopped in his tracks. Tessa was kneeling in front of the bed, her head down so her chestnut hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her hands were on her thighs. Her total submission to him was a gift, one that overwhelmed him. They’d known each other such a short time, and here she was submitting to him.

“Tessa,” he said, then groaned. “Sweetheart.” Damon was never at a loss for words, but her submissive position sliced into his heart. “Please stand up.”

“I did something wrong, Sir.” She didn’t move an inch.

“Something minor.” Damon walked over to her and held out his hand. “Please.” She lifted her head in response to his plea, and he gently grasped her offered hand as she rose from her knees, helping her to stand. “You never have to kneel for me.”

Tessa blinked at him; her brown eyes held confusion.

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