Page 16 of Bound to the Chef

Until now, I didn't realize just how much of her wanted to host and serve. Well, now she'll have her chance. Dragging the information off of the screen, I send a message to the real estate agent, seeing if we can see it today.

My submissive is a jumpy mess as we wait for the response, but then, so am I. We're this close to having everything. This close to life being perfect. Her squeal of excitement when they answer back in the affirmative, hurts my ears, but I can't stop smile as her exuberance takes over the room.

“Well, I guess that means you need to rest while I work on some logistics. I want you well rested before we go look at the house this evening.” Even as she lies back against the pillows, I know she's not going to get a moment of rest.

Honestly, I'm just relieved she's so excited. It's certainly a far cry from where she was last night. Once more, I message Aaron. He should know all about the location, since it's very close to where he lives.

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Rhylee shuffles beside me,bundled up against the cold. All traces of pain in her shoulder seem to be gone, but I can't tell if it's from the miracle of modern pain pills or the excitement I feel wafting off of her. I can't help but smile as she pulls ahead of me, only to slide back to my side where she knows she belongs.

“What was that about you being the goodest girl?” I tease, hugging her close.

“I mean... yes. But we're looking at a new house!”

With a smile, I pull her back and let the agent on ahead. “You were so hesitant last night. What has you so excited now?”

“I think a good night's sleep let everything percolate in the background. Honestly, it was silly of me to rebuff your idea. So many things happened all at once yesterday that I was overwhelmed.”

“And now? What do you think of the house?” I pull her in front of me as I lean against the white picket fence.

Her body molds to mine as our breath hangs in the air. “It's even prettier than the pictures showed. But I don't know. It's so...”

“Wholesome?” I supply.

“I was thinking quaint, but yes. I think wholesome applies. I mean, it has the perfect shutters, the perfect little porch. It looks like it belongs on some family sitcom.”

“Yes,” I murmur in her ear. “But just think of how filthy and depraved it will be on the inside. People will walk by and think we're some lovely, run-of-the-mill couple, never knowing that I'll have you chained up to a Saint Andrew's cross while I whip your pretty little flesh.”

Her body writhes against mine as all sorts of depraved thoughts flit through her mind.

“Soon, my pet. Soon.”

Gripping her hand in mine, we take after the agent and tour the house. Just as I hoped, everything is perfect. Though the outside still has that older, charming feel, the inside has been completely redone with a modern couple in mind. Even the kitchen is state-of-the-art, perfect for a pair of chefs looking to have fun with their friends.

“Can you give my wife and me a moment?”

“Certainly,” the agent says with a smile. “Take all the time you need.”

Turning back to Rhylee, I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Well, can you see forever with me in this house?”

“Most certainly.”

“Excellent. Then I'll have the agent put in an offer. But first.” I get down on one knee and pull the box out of my jacket.

Rhylee gasps and puts a hand over her heart. Through the bond, I feel how hard it pounds. Honestly, it almost mimics mine. Now that the moment is here, I didn't think I'd be so nervous.

“I never did get a chance to properly propose to you. We have the government to thank for that. But I have a question that I feel is far more important than if you'll marry me or not.” Opening the box, I let her look at the band of silver nestled on the blue silk. Her eyes and the bond say it all. Even without me asking, I know the answer. “Will you do me the honor of becoming my collared slave?”

“Yes,” she screams out, hurtling herself toward me. “A million times, yes!”

I just barely manage to move enough to catch her instead of her running into me and hurting her shoulder all over again. Shaking my head, I find that I can't even be all that upset with her. My little slave never ceases to amaze me with the joy she brings into my life.

“In that case, we have one more stop to make.”

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White fairy lights twinkle,covering the entrance way to the club. It all looks so magical, like a dream. But it's not. Just one look at Rhylee tells me it's my new reality.

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