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“Thanks, Andy.” Headed for his car, he didn’t hang up right away. Not yet. “Miss Wruthers took it upon herself to ask you to tail Lilly. The order didn’t come directly from me.”
“I suspected as much when Miss Wruthers kept asking me to take pictures of you two together.” Andy’s voice echoed with relief. “I watched Miss Harrison when you weren’t with her, but otherwise I kept my nose out of your business, Mr. Morgan.”
“I appreciate it, Andy. But more, I’m grateful you called today. If anything happened to Lilly…” he let his voice break with emotion. “I wouldn’t be able to go on.”
“I’m on the floor now. If I hear anything, I’ll call security,” Andy promised. “She’s safe.”
“If she tries to leave, stall her. And whatever you do, don’t allow her to drive!”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Normally a cell phone was the last thing Lilly kept handy in a scene, but she kept it out and ready in case Donovan called her back. When his text finally came, her eyes burned.Downstairs if you need me. I love you too.
Everything was going to be all right. He understood. He hadn’t leapt to the horrible conclusion she was doing one of her clients behind his back. Mr. Douchebag would have assumed the worst.
Mr. Morgan, her sexy beast of a submissive, had come to make sure she was safe.
Hannah Hamilton paused, a flail over her shoulder, ready to land another blow, but her arm wavered. Bound spread-eagled beneath her and gagged, her husband cast wide eyes around the room to see what was happening. “Everything okay?”
“I’m sorry for the interruption, Hannah. Please continue.”
With a nod from Mistress L, Hannah swung the flail against her husband’s back. The steadythwapfilled the room. Hannah started to sweat. But nothing happened.
Specifically, nothing was happening for Ralph. He didn’t fight the bonds or moan. For all she knew, he’d fallen asleep.
“Let’s halt for a moment.” Frustrated she hadn’t been able to get through to them, Lilly tried to think of a new tactic. “Hannah, see to the submissive. I’m sure he’s thirsty.”
She removed the gag and lifted her husband’s head to let him drink from a plastic bottle. They whispered and she stroked his hair off his forehead. It was very tender. But the actual punishment had been wooden. Unemotional. No wonder Ralph couldn’t get excited. Hannah couldn’t arouse him because she hadn’t been touched emotionally by what she was doing. It was going through the motions for his sake. Since it did nothing for her, it did nothing for him either, despite her best intentions.
She has no idea how sexy it can be to hear the groans and moans of a submissive really enjoying the punishment. Like Donovan. If she saw what I can do to him…
It would be too much to ask of her very arrogant, proud, extremely sensitive and easily embarrassed submissive whose hard limit was exhibition. Even the threat of someone walking in made him uncomfortable, let alone having other people in the room. But could he talk to them? Help Hannah understand how much her husband needed this? She texted him.Can you come up to room 243? No emergency.
He immediately texted back.On my way.
“I’ll be right back,” she told Hannah and stepped outside into the hallway. The elevator dinged and there he was, striding straight toward her so he could pull her tightly against him.
“Are you all right?”
“Yes,” she whispered against his neck, squeezing him harder. “Thank you for understanding. For not jumping to conclusions. They just needed my help. Desperately.”
“Someone has to make sure you’re safe,” he growled but he rubbed his mouth against her ear. “For all I knew, you were meeting some nutjob client who was going to make you sorry you dumped his ass for me.”
For all her standard operating safety procedures, it’d never dawned on her that one of her clients would try to hurt her. Hannah and Ralph wouldn’t, but would one of the others? If she’d gotten a similar message from one of them, would she have come alone?
“So what’s the problem?”
“She doesn’t understand how the pain can be arousing. I’ve been trying to show her with as little interaction into their relationship as possible, but she’s not able to make the connection.”
“You want to show her what we do.”
“I tried to show her with Ralph, but I don’t feel anything when I punish the clients. Not arousal at least. But with you…”
“I’ll do it.”
“Donovan, you don’t have to. If you can just talk to them, it’ll help.”
“You know my limits, Mistress.” He said it easily, his confidence and trust fully in her. Such trust rocked her to her core. “If you think it’ll help them, I’m willing to try.”
