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I felt myself being lifted off the ground, then I was situated on his lap on the couch in his den.

His hand stroked my hair, and his deep voice was soothing when he softly said, “Don’t cry, baby. You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

Wait… what?

I decided if I was dreaming, I didn’t want to wake up and cried myself to sleep in his arms.

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Jeff

I think I broke my new toy.

Chapter Fourteen

Vivian

I took a big stretch when I woke in the morning, then stopped halfway through.

Where the hell am I?

The scent hit me first: something clean and masculine, tinged with soap and sandalwood.Jeff. Or, as he liked to be referred to as,Sir.

I looked around the room; it was exactly how I envisioned his bedroom would look: all clean lines and muted tones. The slate-grey walls matched the fluffy comforter and window coverings, giving the space a nice cool, masculine feel, while the dark wood furniture added warmth. Floor-to-ceiling windows lined one wall, the kind that probably let in a flood of morning light if the electronic shades weren’t lowered like they were now. It was minimalist, but not cold. Everything looked expensive and perfectly arranged. Like him.

Okay, so I figured out where I was, but the bigger question ofwhyI was there had yet to be resolved.

His side of the mattress was empty, but the sheets were still warm. I was naked, except for the collar around my neck.

The events of last night came back to me. I remembered how he’d held me in his arms, whispering sweet words while running his hand up and down my back to comfort me.

I think he’d even called me “baby”.

And now I woke up in his bed—without his cock gagging me.

I got out of bed and went to use the bathroom in the guest room I’d been using, After brushing my teeth and hair, and washing my face, I pulled the white t-shirt of his that I’d been wearing over my head and made my way down the stairs. My bare feet moved across the cool hardwood as I followed the smell of coffee. I wasn’t sure what I expected, but the sight of himshirtless at the kitchen island, tablet in one hand and a spatula in the other, caught me off guard.

He looked relaxed, almost domestic. A far cry from the man who’d made me squirt in front of a roomful of men just thirty-six hours earlier.

He didn’t look up right away. Just said, “Good morning, baby. Shower, then come eat. Don’t take too long—I’m making breakfast.”

Baby?

“Oh, okay.” I quickly added, “Sir,” because I still wasn’t sure what was happening.

I turned without another word and headed back to the bathroom to start the shower.

As I waited for the water to warm up, I took off the t-shirt and unclasped the collar, carefully setting it on the vanity, far from the sink so there wouldn’t be any accidents.

The hot water soothed my aching muscles and washed away the dried cum and lube, but it did nothing to help with the confusion swirling in my head.

Last night, he’d held me. Whispered to me. He’d called me baby and let me sleep in his bed.

I remembered feeling safe in his arms

Could someone so cold also be capable of tenderness?

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