Chapter 2 #2
Technically, Mitch had secured Tiffany’s membership for an entire year because there was no way she could’ve afforded it on her income.
Working as a cage cashier at the Golden Nugget Casino paid well enough for her to cover her rent—before she’d moved into the guest house, since Sir didn’t collect rent from her—her car payment and insurance, utilities, and other expenses.
But after all that, it wouldn’t have made a dent in the membership fees at an elite BDSM club.
In fact, she wasn’t certain what was going to happen in five months when her year was up.
Without paying rent, she’d be able to extend her membership by another year, but that would wipe out her savings.
Sir stood suddenly and rounded the desk to take a seat in the guest chair in front of Tiffany.
He crossed one leg over the opposite knee.
A shiver ran down her spine as she felt his gaze roam her body.
She knew she was imagining it heating her skin, but that didn’t stop her nipples from pebbling and her clit from throbbing in response.
“Eyes on me, little one.”
Lifting her gaze, she took in the man before her. Even if she hadn’t been in the lifestyle, she would’ve recognized his commanding presence. Maybe it was because of his police training and experience. Maybe he’d just been born with it. But wherever he’d gotten it, she definitely responded to it.
Sir stood six feet three and had a lean, muscular body that made most women drool.
Tiffany loved when he was shirtless while working in the yard or swimming in his pool.
At the club, he usually wore snug T-shirts or just a leather vest, and while they showed off his toned physique, she still preferred him not to cover his chest and shoulders.
He was what some people might call ruggedly good-looking.
The sharp angles of his jawline and previously broken nose prevented him from being gorgeous by some women’s standards, but his personality and self-confidence made him all the more attractive to Tiffany.
His electric blue eyes could go dark with anger, disappointment, or frustration, yet lighten with laughter, calm, and delight.
When he was in a good mood, the crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes crinkled with amusement and mischief.
His thick dark-brown hair was kept neatly trimmed.
A two-inch scar ran parallel to his right eyebrow, but Tiffany had never had the courage to ask him how he’d gotten it—or the broken nose—because it seemed too personal, and that was something their relationship wasn’t.
Non-personal might seem odd for two people in a D/s contract, when one of them was currently kneeling on the floor in her underwear.
But Tiffany had known going into this that Sir’s intent was to help her redefine the habits and feelings Bruce had instilled upon her over their two years together.
“Did you have a good time with Tori yesterday?”
Sir often asked her how her day had gone or other questions that made her feel like they were a couple, but then she had to remind herself they weren’t. “Yes, Sir, I did. I wish I got to see her more often. She’s my favorite cousin.”
He smiled. “I kind of guessed that, since you’re on the phone with her a few times a week and you were thrilled to find out they were coming to visit.” There was a pause before he asked, “Did Tori tell you why they came to Vegas?”
Tiffany blinked several times, uncertain what Sir was alluding to. “Um, I thought they just decided to take a mini-vacation.”
“Well, that’s part of the reason they’re here. The other reason is to offer me a job as manager and resident Dom of a new lifestyle resort in the Florida Keys.”
What? Why hadn’t Tori told me that? Sir was going to leave her, and Tiffany wasn’t ready for that to happen.
She needed him. There were still times she fell back on old habits, and she was terrified she would never find a Dom who treated her like she should be treated.
The way Ty and Mitch treated Tori. How Mistress Rayanna treated her submissive, Teagan.
How Sir treated Tiffany. What would happen when he left her all alone?
Would she fall for another abusive Dom like Bruce, who didn’t show her his evil side until she was too invested in the relationship to leave?
“Tiffany!”
She gasped at the bark, and her startled gaze met his. He didn’t seem mad, more like exasperated. She licked her dry lips before answering. “Yes, Sir?”
“I asked you a question and received no response. Where did you just go in that pretty little head of yours?”
Her breath caught in her throat. She felt like she was always disappointing him, although he rarely used that word with her. Frustrating—now that was a word he’d used quite often over the past seven months when she fell short of his expectations. “I’m—I’m sorry, Sir. I-I—”
When he uncrossed his legs and leaned forward, reaching out, Tiffany flinched, and Sir froze, his hand in midair just an inch away from her face.
“Little one, I thought we were past this. You should know by now I’ll never hit you in anger or displeasure—and neither of those apply to what I’m feeling at the moment.
I only wanted to wipe away your tears. Why are you crying? ”
She hadn’t realized her eyes were watery and her cheeks wet until he’d mentioned it. “I—You’re leaving Vegas, Sir?”
This time, when his fingers moved to touch her face, she didn’t shy away, letting him dry her cheeks and jaw. “I’m considering it, yes. But that doesn’t explain your tears. Tell me why you’re crying.”
His tone told her he expected a truthful answer this time and would not accept anything less. “Will—will you find me another Dom be-before you leave?”
Sir’s lips pursed together as he sat back in his chair. “So, you don’t want to move to Florida with me and take a job at the resort?”
“What?” Her eyelids blinked rapidly again. What is he talking about?
He sighed, then shook his head. “We need to work on your listening skills some more, pet. While you were zoned out on me, I said that Mitch is offering you any job you want at the resort, if you’d like to relocate there.
If you do, we’ll maintain our contract until you’re ready to move on.
If you don’t want to go to Florida, then, yes, I’ll start looking for a Dom I can entrust with you. ”
Move to Florida? With Sir? Work in a new resort? So close to Tori?
“I told Mitch and Ty I’d have an answer for them by the end of the week, after I go through the very large file they gave me with all the plans for the resort.
You have until then to tell me your choice.
I don’t want you to make a rash decision— think about it carefully.
If you have any questions, ask me. If I don’t know the answer, I’ll speak to Mitch and Ty and get one for you. ”
Tiffany swallowed hard. She wondered if Sir wanted her response to be yes, she wanted to go with him, or, no, she wanted to stay in Vegas and let him find her a new Dom.
She had less than a week to figure it out.
If she knew what he wanted, it would make it so much easier to decide.
Her heart said to take the offer and move to Florida with Sir.
Her mind told her it might be the biggest mistake she ever made.