Page 121 of Salvage Him
Twenty-Two
Brooklyn
Last night,Harrison’s goal was to assert his dominance over me for my benefit. He wanted to push me out of my own head and remind me what I knew and loved aboutmyself.
Tonight was all about him. I was his plaything, and he was going to use me to his heart’s content. He needed tonight as much as I needed lastnight.
I set the timer on my watch to twenty-seven minutes. I entered his place. I jumped in and out of the shower in record time. I wrapped a towel around me as I walked across the vast room, my feet slapping on thesmoothwood.
Crush was in the same building, but youcouldn'ttell.
I placed my bag in the closet. I ran my fingers over his clothes. Jeans, t-shirts, and a couple of suits in garment bags hung intheback.
Iopenedone.
It was dark gray with blue micro pinstripes. I imagined how he would look in it. His eyes would pop from the color. The label was from a local tailor I recognized inHighlandPark.
He had worn it before; the jacket smelledlikehim.
I explored the place a little more. I couldn't sit still. Tonight made me nervous. The workbenches were empty, but faded outlines were visible where equipment used to sit. I would love to see his workspace. See him at work, creating and turning something plain into somethingbeautiful.
My phone alarm startled me. I turned the phone off and sat on the bed until I heard him at the door. I got to my knees, lowered my head, and placed my hands on mythighs.
It wasn't until he open the door that my nervesdissipated.
I breathed in and out and waited for hiscommand.
He stopped as heapproached.
I felt his gazeonme.
I remained in position. Headbowed.
A few long minutes had passed before he moved again. He headed toward the closet then to the kitchen. He had yet to address me, but I knew he was as in tune with my presence as I waswithhis.
He approached me but detoured to my left side. He dropped something on the bed and walkedbehindit.
He stood in frontofme.
Finally, headdressedme.
"Look at me,sweetpup."
I raised my head and took my time to take him in—from his shoes to his thighs and his abs, chest, and face. His eyes, hooded and dark, made myinsidesflip.
"I brought you a gift, sub." He handed meabox.
"Thank you, Sir." I set it down on my thighs and lifted the lid. My eyes grew wide, and a smile crept up on my face. My heartfluttered.
Inside was a full set of brown leather ankle and wrist cuffs. The leather was smooth but thick. Lined with black velvet, each cuff also had a wide D-ring that shined. They were brand new andbeautiful.
Igiggled.
"You like them, sweet sub?" he asked, his tone fullofhope.
I grinned up at him andnodded.
He reached forthebox.
