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When Jackson finished the write-up of the day’s activities, he let his thoughts wander to Paula. She had been exquisite the previous night. Her mood had been good, her submission graceful and easy. Her modesty gone, she now took off her clothes as soon as she came in the house. After he’d fed her dinner, they had spent a relaxing evening watchingCaptain Marvel. When he couldn’t have hobbits, he liked to keep up with superheroes. Paula enjoyed it because the captain was now a woman. She had started off the evening on the floor by his legs, but he had pulled her up onto the couch after about fifteen minutes, and they had spent the rest of the movie cuddling.
She’d woken him with a blow job that morning, and it had been wonderful. These days, she was deep throating him and swallowing most of the time. She was everything he had ever wanted. They had done their Tai Chi together before breakfast, and after eating, parted for the day. He was only sorry it was Thursday, and he wouldn’t see her again until Saturday. He was looking forward to her debut at Club Indigo as his sub.
He was glad the trial contract was ending soon, and he intended to push for her to move in with him when they renewed it. He was sure she was the woman for him. He had yet to share the “L” word with her, but he had admitted to himself that he was head over heels in love.
Will pulled him from his reverie. “Jackson, I’ve called you twice. What’s so fascinating about that report?”
“Nothing. My mind wandered.”
“Better not let the captain see you doing that.”
“Yeah, I know. Looks like Zach has calmed down. Have you gotten anything out of him yet?”
“I was just going to suggest we take him to interrogation and see what he has to say for himself.”
An hour later, they had the phone number for Zach’s new dealer and the location where they met, but he claimed not to have even a street name for the man.
“Shall we turn him loose or book him?” Jackson asked.
“I don’t know,” Will answered. “What do you think, Zach?”
“I told you everything I know. I didn’t have nothing but personal stuff. If you let me go, I can help.”
“How can you help?” Jackson asked. “You don’t even know your dealer’s name.”
“When I need more ice, I can call you before I call him.”
“How can we trust you to do that?” Will asked.
Zach raised his hand like a Boy Scout pledging. “Because I promise.”
Jackson and Will could barely contain their laughter. “Okay. We’ll let you go, and we’ll stand you to a fresh dose on Monday. We’ll meet you at Troost and 39thStreet, and then you’ll call, and we’ll all go together.”
“Why can’t we go tomorrow?”
“Would your dealer believe you had money for ice two days after you just got it?”
“Nah, probably not,” he conceded.
They let him go and reported their findings to Captain Lacey before clocking out for the day.
Jackson went home to dream of his Melda and check over his plans for their Saturday night.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Paula hadn’t been this nervous before, not even when taking the detective’s exam. She shifted uncomfortably, too restless to stay still beside Jackson, but well aware of how she pleased him showing her submission by kneeling beside him. At his house it helped her get into the zone, but here? Exposed in Club Indigo for the first time—as his sub, his Melda—was disconcerting. Why couldn’t she relax? They were with friends and people who wouldn’t judge. She swallowed and shifted again.
Jackson was chatting with Connor and Henry, Suzie and Lincoln kneeling beside their Doms in silence. Both were naked, since Paula didn’t think Lincoln’s wrist cuffs, cock ring and leash counted as being dressed. She was thankful Jackson had given her a baby doll nightie to wear, although he hadn’t deemed it necessary to provide her with underwear. She was in good shape, but her breasts could do with some support, damn it! She struggled to keep her hands as Jackson had taught her. If she could cross her arms, she could at least hide them a bit.
A firm hand tangled with her hair on the back of her head. Little pinpricks of pain on her skull helped return her focus to the present. “You worry too much, Melda,” Jackson said. “That’s my job.” He forced her head to the side and grazed sensual lipsover the delicate skin under her ear. Her eyes drifted closed, and she relaxed in his hold. She could swear her body temperature had risen ten degrees. The mix of his harsh hand and soft lips was erotic.
A low chuckle had her opening her eyes, and she took in Henry’s amused regard. “Looks like she needs some bondage to remember her place.” The handsome man grinned, and Paula realized her hands were no longer behind her back. She had clutched the fabric of Jackson’s shirt in both hands and was holding on for dear life.
She looked up at Jackson, whose eyes didn’t betray what he was thinking. Jackson maintained eye contact with her but addressed Henry. “You know, I think you’re right about that! She definitely needs something extra to get her out of her head.”
Jackson removed her hands from his shirt and pressed a kiss to them before letting her go. He rose and ordered. “Follow me, Melda.” Paula engaged her stomach muscles in order to rise gracefully. The Tai Chi she did every other morning as a part of her contract with Jackson had improved her core strength and balance.
Jackson smiled. “You’re beautiful and strong, and I am so proud of you, Melda.” His praise settled some of her restless energy.
