Page 53 of Caging Cessie
Cessie held very still, waiting to feel Leon tense up in disapproval.
“That’s a good idea. I’d like to go with you, but only to support you. Unless you want something more.”
They were both hesitating, dancing around and hedging their statements. It was going to take more than a single conversation for them to let go of this fear.
“I might have to change jobs, do more training. There will be times work is crazy and I’ll be strung out and exhausted and?—”
“And I’ll be there. I’ll make sure you have homemade food that ticks all your dietary requirements. I’ll pick you up and drop you off so if you’re tired you don’t have to worry about driving.I’ll make out with you in the back seat of the car like we’re teenagers.”
She laughed and it sounded watery.
Leon’s hands slid to her hips, his fingertips pressing in with a firm, possessive grip. “And one weekend a month, you’re mine for thirty-six hours. Friday night to Sunday afternoon.”
Her blood heated, pooling low in her pelvis.
“You will submit. Yield all control. Nothing and no one is more important than that weekend.”
She opened her mouth to protest—what if the hospital needed her? What if her mom had a real emergency?
“Cessie.”
His voice cracked like a whip and she looked up.
“One weekend a month,” she agreed. “We go to a club?—”
“No. At home. We’ll upgrade to a bigger place and have a dedicated play room.”
“For one weekend a month?”
“That weekend is set in stone, but I want…” Now he hesitated. He started to release her, but Cessie grabbed his hands, pressing them against her.
“I need the contact,” she whispered.
The tension that had been creeping into his expression faded. “Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me that.”
She could only nod, feeling oddly shy.
Then his gaze turned hot, possessive. “I want a playroom at home, because once we leave the Ranch, I want to be able to dominate you at home.”
That surprised her, because they’d been so deliberate in keeping the two relationships separate, even after she moved in with him.
“It was nice having a club to go to, but our rule of only sceneing at the club meant we went nearly a year withoutthis.” He pulled her naked body against his half-clothed one for emphasis. Her nipples brushed his chest and Cessie moaned.
“I need you soft, needy, and on your knees, more than once a month.”
His low words rumbled through her, and she melted into him. That same soft, floating feeling from last night started to condense around her. She welcomed it, beckoned it to come closer and cocoon her in her submission.
“I need to use you,” he growled. “Not just play with you.Useyou.”
“And I need to be used.” Cessie rubbed herself against him, needy and shameless.
“I’m going to step out onto the porch.” His hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back. “You have five minutes to do whatever you need—think about it, go to the bathroom.” He nipped her throat. “When I come back, you either tell me you need time and we’ll go for a walk or something.”
“Or?” The word was strangled thanks to the angle of her neck.
“Or you’re on your knees, legs spread, ready to be my plaything.”
This time when Leon walked away, Cessie smiled.
