Prologue #2
“I’m excited to play here,” he said, his eyes holding mine as he opened one of the oak armoires that held an array of implements.
“I’m staying with a friend in Butte for the next few days.
We’ll be traveling together to Billings for a week-long conference but then I’ll be back in Butte for a few weeks.
A little break before I go back home and start my residency.
I’d like to spend some of my holiday here and I’d like to spend some of that time with you. ”
I swallowed, my abdomen swirling with a heat I hadn’t felt this deeply before. I bit my lip, and boldly said, “Are you hinting you want to scene with me?”
That crooked grin I was quickly falling hard for, appeared and he tipped his head. “Ah, naughty girl, making assumptions.” He made a noise that was a cross between a purr and a growl and added, “I want so much more than a scene with you.”
“Oh.” His words did things to me, and I sort of glitched out for a second.
But then the alarm on my watch chirped and I was back.
“I’ll gladly make myself available for a scene, or more, with you.
” My watch chirped again. Another reminder that my shift was starting in fifteen minutes.
“That’s the alert for my shift,” My face burned as I hit snooze on my watch.
“This is not the kind of job you want to be late for.”
Master Wes chuckled and it was as if I could feel the vibrations in my clit with the way it gave a greedy little throb.
“Don’t let me keep you then. I want a fresh canvas when we play.” He winked. “Interested in a weekend experience?”
“The whole weekend?” I swallowed.
“Somehow, I don’t think one scene with you will do, so yes, I’d like you for the entire weekend. Are you available the weekend of the twenty-fourth? That’s visitor’s weekend, I know, but I don’t want to wait any longer.”
I chewed my cheek trying hard to remember my schedule. After several beats, I remembered it was my weekend off. “I’m free, yes.”
His smile, damn it. It was chef’s kiss. And if he didn’t stop giving it to me, I might swoon like a Victorian governess with a crush on the widowed duke who employed her.
Okay, that’s it. No more romance books. I was cutting myself off.
“I’ll book us a suite, but I’d like to play in here first.” He unhooked a strap from inside the armoire and ran it across his palm. “We’ll make time Sunday to go through your portfolio though. Because I wasn’t joking. I do want a painting.”
My eyes widened. “You do?”
“Yes, Mira. I think you’re very talented.”
I made an excited noise, jumping up and down. “I don’t really have a portfolio though. But I have photos of my paintings in an album on my phone.”
“Well, we’ll have to get you started on a portfolio then. Every artist needs one.”
I nodded, realizing he was right. If I was going to take myself seriously as an artist, I should have one.
“Mira?”
I took a breath composing myself before answering because he was looking at me like I was an equal mix of adorable and irresistible. “Yes, Master Wes?”
“Have you ever had a Daddy Dom?”
Wes
Ten days later…
When I scanned the rustic lobby for Mira, I found her within seconds.
She was standing near the massive stone fireplace, and it was as if everything else fell away.
Not just the people around us but the stress I’d been carrying from the conference, the run-in with my father.
And my mother’s matchmaking. I swear she thought of every event, even a medical conference, as an opportunity to find me a wife.
The lobby, busier than when I’d visited ten days ago, was dotted with small hives of people. But the low chatter of voices, the scents of various perfumes and colognes, and the people buzzing about greeting each other, all blurred away and the only thing in focus was Mira.
I’d thought of her a hundred times in the days since I’d seen her and my memory didn’t do her justice.
Excitement thrummed through me. Her blonde hair, pulled back in a ponytail, left her fresh face fully exposed.
My mouth tightened into a small smile at that.
Her expressions and the blush of her cheeks wouldn’t be hidden by her hair tonight.
The hot pink blouse she wore was fitted so it accentuated her curves, right to where it stopped just above her belly button.
I licked my bottom lip at the line of pale skin showing.
Her pleated black skirt was adorned with silver buttons down the front, and it fell three quarters of the way down her thighs, showing off more of her creamy skin and two adorable knees.
It could’ve looked goth or eighties punk on someone else, like the girl at the front desk with the purple and turquoise hair, but not on Mira.
With her round face, curly hair and cherub mouth, she looked like a cute but sassy little doll.
My mouth went dry as she spotted me and her face broke out into a smile.
Jesus. My mouth had never gone dry for anyone. Hell, I thought that was just something people said. But no, this woman had me seeing stars with our chemistry.
A man, someone in a cowboy hat, looking both lost and as if he were in a candy store, reached out for her, grabbing her elbow. My gut tensed instantly, my lizard brain growling mine. I grit my teeth, shoving the possessiveness off, reminding myself Mira wasn’t mine.
Not yet anyway.
If the guy was expecting anything from Mira, he was disappointed because although she was polite, she made it known with a gestured hand, she was otherwise engaged, and then with a pointed finger, she sent the man to the girl at the counter.
“Hi,” she said sounding breathless as she arrived in front of me.
Reaching out, I set my bag at my feet and pulled her into a big hug, lifting her off the ground for a second before setting her back onto her Mary Janes.
“Let me have the full effect?” I asked, making a spinning motion with my finger. She spun for me and I admired her from head to toe. “Hi back,” I said when she faced me again. “You look beautiful tonight.” Her blush at my compliment further woke the beast in me, making my cock stir to life.
“Thank you, Master Wes.”
I arched my brow, frowning just enough to make her think about our last conversation. I knew the instant she remembered because her cheeks flushed a soft pink.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
I leaned in whispering, “Good girl,” just for her ears. “Don’t forget again. I’m not ready to turn you over my knee yet.”
She shivered and licked her lips as she looked down, noticing my bag. “Do you want to take your bag to the suite?” She pulled a keycard out of her top where she’d had it in her bra. “I asked Luna for it, so we didn’t have to wait in line.”
“Smart.” I nodded and looked around her. “Where’s your bag?”
A deeper blush pinkened her cheeks. I couldn’t wait to see that color on her tits and ass.
“Wasn’t sure if I’d be allowed clothing,” she teased with an adorable shy smile. “But there are robes in the room, and I also had Moses drop off my toiletry bag and a few things.”
“Are you comfortable being alone with me before we have our talk?”
She nodded. “We’ve been texting and chatting practically non-stop since we met and not all of that was negotiations.” She looked down at her Mary Janes. “You’ve definitely surpassed acquaintance now.”
“A new friend?” I supplied, even though putting the word friend anywhere between us felt like a disservice to my heart.
“You could say we’re new friends, but the kind with possibilities, not the kind I’d place in the ‘friend zone’.”
Her smile was shy again and I was quickly learning it was a bit like kryptonite for me. “I’ll paddle your ass ten ways to Sunday if you friend zone me, Mira Wilcox.”
She grinned, barely holding back a laugh. “Keep that paddle holstered, Master Wes. Paddles are awful.”
Returning her smile, I took her hand folding my fingers between hers. “As you told me.” I leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to her hair. “Let’s go then.”
The smell of fresh linens and leather hit me as I walked into the suite behind Mira. The floor-to-ceiling windows gave us a stunning view of the mountains and lake. I glanced at Mira, and her eyes were as big as mine as she looked around.
Suddenly, watching her was way more interesting than looking at the suite. She stared at the fireplace as she ran her hand across the buttery leather couch, and then she looked up in awe at the high ceilings lined with rustic wood beams.
“It’s gorgeous.”
“You’ve never been in this room?”
She shook her head, her ponytail swinging. “I’ve never been in any of the suites. The service sub rooms are a little more… compact.” She laughed, but I was still stuck on the fact that she’d never been in the suites before.
“Have you never been someone’s sub for the weekend?”
This time when she shook her head, the movement was so slight her ponytail didn’t budge.
“No, I’ve played in the Dungeon with visitors, but never this.” Her eyes darted to mine. “Never wanted to before you.”
I wanted to ask why she’d chosen to with me, but I also didn’t want her questioning her decision.
“Maybe it makes me an ass and a caveman, but I love knowing that.”
She grinned. “I love cavemen.”
A pull in my gut had me closing the distance between us but before I could lean down and kiss her, she was up on her tiptoes kissing me.
Cupping her face in my hands, I deepened it, and she moaned into my mouth. My tongue swept over hers and my right hand left her face so I could wrap my arm around her and tug her tightly against me.
My cock was hard and throbbing by the time I set her back onto flattened feet. And she looked well kissed and a little dizzy when I released her.
“Hmm, that wasn’t very submissive of you, girlie. I might’ve decided to punish you for it, if it wasn’t such a great kiss.” I looked at my watch, a Rolex my parents gave me when I graduated med school, and then cupped her chin. “From here on out, we’re assuming our roles, got me?”