Page 33 of His to Keep
She takes a sip of her wine and the way her hands tremble does little to calm my anger. “Before I could try to tell him any of that, he told me Mr. Scott—his client—was going to watch. That he was going to let him…participate.”
A red haze covers my vision. “Participate?”
She nods, the tremble in her hands becoming more pronounced. “Apparently Mr. Scott wanted to see what it was like to use a whip on a girl.”
I’m pulling to my feet before I can even think straight, every instinct in my body telling me to go and kill that fucker.Bothof those fuckers. The only thing that could possibly break through the rising tide of anger in my blood is the feel of Rebecca’s hand gripping mine.
“Wait,” she says softly, tugging on my arm. “Let me finish.”
It takes a lot of effort to sink back to my knees, but the feel of her fingers threaded through mine helps. Once I’m kneeling in front of her again, she takes a deep breath, straightening her shoulders. “It all kind of hit me in that moment, you know?” she asks, her voice much stronger than before. “You would never do that.”
“Let another man whip you?” I spit out. “Of course I fucking wouldn’t—”
She places a finger over my mouth, just as I had done to her in the entryway. “No. You wouldn’t spring a surprise like that on me. If you wanted me to do a scene with another man—”
“I wouldneverwant that.”
A hint of a smile plays on her lips, and that, more than anything else, allows me to feel a whisper of calm. “Lots of people in this lifestyle enjoy things like that. Aden always told me that to be a submissive, I had to be open minded. Any time I shied away from something he wanted me to do, he told me I was being prudish and judgmental.”
I am going to ruin that asshole. At the very least, I’m going to make damn sure he never sets foot inside Club Wyld again. It’s douchebags like him that give this lifestyle a bad reputation.
“But tonight, while I was sitting there next to him wondering how I was going to tell him no, it hit me. It’s not about judgement—it’s about trust. If you wanted me to do something outside my comfort zone, we would talk about it. You would make sure I was on board and you would never pressure me.”
I want to yell some more, tell her that only assholes pressure women, but I force myself to keep it in. She clearly came to some important understanding tonight.
“Before I met you,” she whispers, blue eyes searching mine, “I thought being a submissive meant doing whatever my dom wanted me to do. But you showed me it doesn’t have to be that way.” She cups my cheek with her hand. It’s not trembling anymore. “And I realized that if I have a choice, there’s not really any question—I choose your way. I choose you.”
The wave of relief that hits me is so strong I nearly fall backwards. She chooses me. This beautiful, strong, brave girl chooses me. Not because I showed up at the club tonight like some Neanderthal and carried her out over my shoulder—which was my plan before she showed up—but because she made a decision for herself. God, she’s amazing. And she wants to be withme.
“I choose you, too,” I murmur, my voice thick and husky. “I’ll always choose you.”
She releases a shaky breath. “I’m still not sure about work—”
“We’ll figure it out,” I assure her. She never has to work another day in her life if she doesn’t want to. I’m determined to see her back in school. But if she insists on paying her own way, I’ll make that work too.
She nods. “Okay. I trust you.”
Christ, I don’t know if any words have ever meant more to me. I cup her cheeks. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
Her lips tilt up into a mischievous little grin. “Good.”
Her lips are as soft and electrifying as ever. I’ve never placed much stock in kissing, always too eager to get right to the good stuff with the women I play with at places like Club Wyld. But I swear I could kiss Rebecca Fields for hours and be perfectly happy.
“Do you have any idea how insane you made me tonight?” I whisper roughly against her mouth. “Knowing you were out with another man?”
“I’m sorry,” she murmurs.
I nip at her bottom lip. “You’ll never do that to me again, will you?”
“No, sir,” she assures me, the word sending all my blood straight to my dick.
“You’re mine now,” I growl. “You belong to me.”
“Yes,” she says simply.
“I’m going to take all of you,” I say, not sure if it’s a promise or a threat. She merely keeps her blue eyes locked on mine, unafraid. “I’m going to own you, Rebecca.”
“You already do.”
