Page 30 of The Billionaire Submissive
He smiled and took a step back toward the bed, sure he could convince her otherwise. “I took the liberty of ordering some clothes for you as soon as you agreed to come to my place after dinner. I’m a pretty good judge of size but the tags are still on if you don’t like anything or they don’t fit.”
“I knew you were a creepy nutcase.” Laughing, she leaped up and fled toward the bathroom before he reached her. “And I still hate you for getting me up this fucking early.”
“You sure do curse a lot.”
She popped her head back out the door, her forehead creased with the first hint of uncertainty he’d seen from the confident Mistress. “Does it bother you?”
He snorted. “About as much as those swats you gave me. Of course it doesn’t offend me.”
Her lips quirked and her brow smoothed out. “Then maybe I’ll give you a fucking swat on that gorgeous ass of yours every time you make me curse. Deal?”
He couldn’t suppress the shudder that rocked through him. After last night, he wanted more. So much more.We’ll just see how much I can make that luscious mouth curse, then.“Deal. But no wooden spoon.”
“Got it. No fucking wooden spoon. How about a fucking crop? Would that work for you, Your Majesty? We’ll have to stop by my place and get it.”
His skin tightened at the thought. He’d had a crop used on him before and he’d come after just a handful of blows. “Sure. We can pick up anything else you want.”
“Like my dog.” She shut the door so she thankfully missed the way he winced. He wasn’t much of an animal person. Or a kid person, for that matter. They made too many messes and were too noisy.
Looking around again at his destroyed bedroom, he had to smile. Maybe he could get used to messes. And he’d certainly enjoyed a lot of noise last night.
He heard the shower turn on and she raised her voice so he could hear through the door. “Start the fucking count, you sexy beast.”
“One!”
Waiting while Lilly unlocked her front door, Donovan could barely contain his curiosity. Would her bedroom look any different from the rest of the house? After last night, he’d be terribly disappointed if her bed was average. If the color was beige. The woman who’d half destroyed his room last night deserved better than a boring traditional bedroom.
She paused a moment and for once, the Mistress looked hesitant. “I don’t let a lot of people into my bedroom. So it’s a bit of a mess.”
“I don’t care.”
She flashed a grin at him, the saucy one that made him want to chase after her like a bull in a ring. “I’m a terrible slob. It might be more than your delicate sensibilities can withstand.”
He let out a huff and pushed her door open. “Delicate sensibilities my ass.”
She pressed against his back and gave said backside a very firm squeeze. “Mmmm, no, I believe it’s my ass now. Just don’t be horrified.”
Letting him lead the way down the only hallway where her bedroom could be in such a small townhome, Lilly pointed to the door on the right. “My room. Across the hall is the Mistress’s room.”
Did she really think they were two separate personalities? “You have a separate room for the Mistress?”
She pushed open the door on the left. “The things Mistress L needs are completely different from what Lilly needs. I keep all the equipment in here. My toys, the traditional Dominatrix clothes, the fetish shoes.” Indeed, she had drying racks lined up in the small bedroom holding various outfits of mostly black latex. Hip boots heavy with straps and buckles. A table holding all kinds of paddles, flails and the aforementioned crop. “See anything that strikes your fancy, lover boy?”
“The crop is enough for me.”
“You don’t want any of the clothes?”
“Let me see your bedroom first.”
With a shrug, she twisted the other door handle and pushed open the door. “Make yourself at home. I’m going to pack a bag of toys for the weekend. I guess I’ll just surprise you. But if you see something you want me to bring, grab it.”
Her bedroom was so dark he couldn’t see anything but the vague shape of her bed. Given her penchant for sleeping late, she probably loved the dark cave-like feeling of the room. Fumbling around on the wall, he flipped the light switch.
Finally, color. No beige in Lilly’s bedroom. The coverlet on her bed was a brilliant scarlet. No surprise there. But what did surprise him were the colorful pillows on the bed, all bright jewel tones and different sizes, from royal purple to peacock blue to sunshine yellow. The fabrics were all sumptuous and rich, velvets and satins, a mix of textures to please her sensual side. The curtains were heavy brocade in a rich forest green, floor to ceiling, and instead of just covering the window, she’d lined the entire wall, increasing the feeling of a cave. Actually, no, it was more like a tent. A sultan’s exotic tent in the desert.
The rest of her home was tidy and plain, but she wasn’t exactly messy here. Not like she’d warned. She was just more careless. More open. More herself. The suit she’d worn to his office was thrown on the floor in the corner along with the ugly shoes. An appropriate place for clothes she obviously cared very little for. A pair of jeans were laid out on her bed, as if she’d planned to wear them as soon as she got home. Naturally he grabbed them for her, along with a pair of tennis shoes she’d left at the foot of the bed.
Her bathroom was fairly Spartan in the feminine category, at least in his experience. No racks of perfumes, only a small makeup bag of mostly natural products. A variety of hair products lined the counter, but no lotions or perfumes. He’d hoped to find a clue to what her favorite scent was, but none of her things had fragrance.She’s sensitive or even allergic. Better avoid any smelly gifts until I know for sure.
