Page 15 of The Master

I had a feeling that comment was as much Nate’s way of letting me know that he wasn’t going to be weird about Perry and Gary anymore as it was about watering my flowers.

I would like us to leave straight from work, but I’ll have my car if you need me to take you home first. I have included instructions for you to follow today, should you so choose.

As if I’d be able to refuse.

I wanted him even more than ever. Enough that I was nearly one hundred percent certain that we’d end up in bed at some point this weekend. I could’ve used that as an excuse not to go, but I wanted us to have this time together.

The second envelope in the box holds some of the details from the dream I had about you earlier this week. I want you to read one slip every hour and know that we’re going to choose them, one at a time, for us to do over the next three days. Whatever we don’t get to, we’ll set aside for another time. Don’t read them beforehand. One an hour.

My skin tingled as I reached for the second envelope. I could only imagine the sort of things that were written there. Nate wasn’t just exceptional in bed. He was creative too. He’d said at one point that he was going to be the only teacher I had when it came to sex, and he’d been doing a bang-up job of it so far.

I closed my eyes and muttered a curse, not because I disliked what he wanted me to do, but because I knew how insanely horny I was going to be by the end of the day. At least him no longer being my actual boss meant I didn’t need to feel guilty about doing exactly what I wanted to do and follow his instructions to the letter.

I put the envelope into my purse, picked up the suitcase I’d be taking with me to the Hamptons, and then made a last check around to make sure I hadn’t forgotten anything. Gary and Perry had already said they’d watch my place for me, but I’d text them later to tell them about my flowers. I didn’t know how well they’d hold up while I was gone, but at least the guys would get to appreciate them too. Besides, I had a feeling this wasn’t the last time Nate would buy me flowers.

When I arrived at work, I waited until I was settled at my desk in relative privacy before I opened the envelope and pulled out my first slip of paper.

You lean against the window, breasts pressed against the cool glass, nipples hard. I take you from behind, daring any voyeurs outside to sneak a peek at the beauty that is you in the throes of pleasure.

Fuck. Me.

I’d known he was articulate, but that description was…wow. Fucking wow.

This was going to be harder than I thought.

That particular statement was proved over and over again every time I pulled out one of those little pieces of paper. Each one of them painted a picture of sensual decadence, depravity some might have said, especially the ones that delved into the BDSM side of sexuality. I’d never imagined that I’d not only read about those things but would look forward to them. Things that were rougher than what we’d done so far.

And every single one of them made my thighs clench.

The last one was still dancing through my mind as I tidied up my desk at the end of the day.

You’re so beautiful on your knees and elbows, all that bare skin. Your wrists are bound together with soft leather and similar strips tie your ankles to your thighs, making it a little more difficult to balance. Your pussy glistens with moisture, and I can’t wait to taste it.

I could picture it all, almost feel it. The way his fingers would brush against my body as he put the restraints into place. The heat of his skin coming into contact with mine. The vulnerability and lack of control that gave everything an edge that nothing else in my life had.

By the time I reached the lobby, my insides were twisted up in knots, but the good kind. The knots that came from anticipation. I felt like if I had to wait too long, I was going to explode.

Fortunately for me, Nate arrived less than two minutes later, his eyes scanning the lobby until they connected with mine. Everything and everyone else faded into the background, and he walked toward me with a purpose that made a thrill go down my spine.

“Glad to see your tyrant of a boss didn’t keep you over.” He winked at me as he kissed my cheek.

I reveled in his warmth. “I’m glad you didn’t work late, either.”

“Perks of being the boss.”

“Thank you for my flowers.”

“You’re welcome.”

He tucked my arm around his, and we headed for the parking garage where his car was waiting. My bag was already inside thanks to Chris Starr, one of the building’s security guards. Nate had sent Chris down shortly after I’d arrived at work so I didn’t have to deal with co-workers who were already far too curious about my relationship with Nate. We weren’t hiding it, but the parts we wanted to keep private weren’t anyone else’s business, especially when there was always the chance that someone would sell any kind of juicy information to any number of paparazzi.

We kept the conversation light as Nate made his way out of the city. The traffic didn’t seem to bother him, but it was heavy enough that I didn’t want to be a distraction. We had less than thirty minutes left in the drive when something shifted between us with a single question.

“Did you follow the instructions I sent with the flowers?”

“I did.” I smoothed down my skirt.

“And?”

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