Chapter 25 Steele
TWENTY-FIVE
STEELE
It’s only been two days since I saw her last, but I missed her.
We sent texts when we could, but it wasn’t easy with how discreet we’ve had to be.
It’s not that I’m worried about getting caught talking to her, since we’re still working together…
but the content of the texts? That would definitely leave us with some explaining to do if the wrong person was looking over my shoulder at the wrong time.
Plus, we’re not allowed to have phones during practice, film sessions, or anywhere else that requires our full attention, so contact has been limited since we left late Friday night.
As much as I want to get my hands on Sydney in this moment, I also want to hear her voice and ask how her weekend was.
I reach the door to our room, which I reserved for the next twelve hours.
We certainly don’t have to stay that long, but I hate the thought of not squeezing every second of my day off for what it’s worth, even if that means lying around doing jack shit until we feel like rejoining society.
Fingers crossed that she’ll let me spend a good majority of that time with my face buried between her thighs, but we’ll see.
Waving my key card over the pad, I wait for the lock to disengage before quietly pushing my way inside.
My gaze lands on my girl immediately, and I can’t stop the shit-eating grin that splits my face because goddamn.
I’ve never felt more in sync with another person in my whole fucking life.
Instead of being ready to go in leather and lingerie, she’s lounging on the bed in a pair of sweatpants and an oversized T-shirt, one bare foot crossed over the other as she mindlessly scrolls on her phone.
It’s like she knew I was dying for some type of emotional connection before we got down and dirty, which will definitely be happening after I get all the hugs and kisses I’ve missed out on.
“Finally!” she squeals when she sees me standing there, hopping off the bed and running across the room at full speed like she hasn’t seen me in years. I open my arms wide, catching her just as she leaps into them with reckless abandon.
“Hey there, Mistress,” I say with a chuckle, settling both hands under her ass as she wraps her legs around me. I bury my face in her neck, enjoying the contented hums that leave her lips as I carry her back to the bed and sit down. “What kind of trouble did you get into without me?”
“Not much,” she replies, staying wrapped around me like she’s made of Velcro.
I never thought in a million years that the sarcastic, mouthy Sydney Grant would be a certified lover girl, but that’s exactly what she is.
I’m glad she feels safe enough with me to let her guard down, showing me the parts of herself that she keeps hidden from the world.
It’s made me want to do the same with her, letting my softer side out when it’s just the two of us.
“No?” I reply, pressing my lips to hers chastely before pulling back. “Not even a tiny bit?”
She shrugs. “I finally made good on my promise to kidnap Angus for the day. I brought him over to Finley’s so he could meet Boner.
At first, I wasn’t sure if he would even leave my arms, but by the time the day was over, they were the best of friends.
It kind of made me sad to bring him back to the shelter. ”
I huff a laugh. “Only Theo would name his dog something like that. And I don’t know why you brought Angus back when you could just adopt him. He may not have many years left, Syd. He should be spending them with the person who loves him most in the world.”
She nods, her expression softening. “I was thinking about that, too. I talked to my dad a little bit, and he agreed that it’s time for me to start considering a house of my own.
I think seeing my sister so happy with Maddox made him realize we’re adults, and that he has nothing to worry about.
We’re smart enough to take our own safety seriously.
But still, that may take a while, so my little guy will have to hang tight at the shelter until I find the perfect home for us. ”
“Why don’t I take him for now?” I ask. “Pets are allowed on my lease, and you’re welcome to spend as much time there as you want. Angus has already proven to be comfortable with me, so there’s no reason he can’t live with me until you’re ready. It beats being stuck in a cage all day, right?”
Her bottom lip quivers, her ocean blue gaze welling with tears. “You would…do that for me?”
“Of course, I would. I’d do anything for you,” I answer, lifting my hand to cup her face.
To be honest, this isn’t a decision I made on a whim.
The sadness in her eyes when she tells Angus goodbye pulls at my heartstrings every time, to a point where I double-checked with my realtor weeks ago to see if I was even allowed to have a dog.
I didn’t know if I’d actually have the courage to suggest it to Sydney, since it’s a pretty big deal.
But judging by the dreamy look in her eyes as the weight of my offer settles in, I made the right decision.
She sniffles, her lids fluttering closed as tears stream down her cheeks. “You’re so good to me, Steele. I don’t deserve it.”
“You deserve all of it and more,” I whisper, leaning in so our faces are inches apart. “Let me give you the world, baby. Let me show you what you’re worth.”
She erases the space between us, kissing me with so much passion that it steals the breath from my lungs.
I immediately reciprocate, plunging my tongue between her parted lips and swallowing every soft whimper that spills out of her as I do.
My hands roam, disappearing under the hem of her shirt and ghosting along the soft, heated skin of her torso.
I want to tell her everything I’m feeling—that I’m head-over-heels in love with her—but I’m too afraid to say the words.
I’ve never uttered such a life-altering confession before, and I’m terrified of scaring her away.
Not to mention, if she doesn’t feel the same, I have no idea how to even move on from that.
Seeing her every day and knowing that she doesn’t love me back would end me, plain and simple, and I’m not ready for that.
So, I hold it inside, using my body to show her just what she means to me.
We kiss for what feels like hours, our tongues tangling lazily as we take what we need from one another.
My fingertips burn into the flesh of her waist, each small flex eliciting another soft moan that vibrates against my lips.
My cock begins to thicken beneath my jeans, which she clearly feels, her hips slowly grinding down as we make out.
It’s fucking heaven to be lost in this moment with her, her hands threading through my hair and holding me to her like my touch is the air she needs to survive.
“Steele,” she mumbles against my lips. I hum in response, unwilling to break the connection because she just feels too fucking good. Apparently, she thinks the same, breathing her request into the kiss. “I want to submit to you tonight. I want you to make me yours.”
I freeze, reluctantly pulling back so I can look at her.
Aside from the first time we were together, where I managed to catch her off-guard, I don’t think Sydney has ever willingly given her submission to anyone.
It’s something that requires a momentous amount of trust, especially for someone who’s never done it before.
She’s dominated submissive men, so she knows how it works, but wearing the shoe on the other foot is not an easy thing to do.
Yet here she is, putting faith in me to keep her safe.
“Are you sure?” I ask, my brows pulling tight. “If you aren’t, and you’re only doing this because you think I need it, I don’t. I’ll happily spend the rest of my life on my knees for you, Sydney. You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”
She shakes her head, both of her delicate hands coming up to cup my cheeks. “I know what I’m asking for, Steele. And I want all of it. Please don’t tell me no.”
I huff a breathy laugh, the tension in my body releasing.
“You could order me to run through the streets of Cleveland with my entire ass out, and I still wouldn’t tell you no.
If it wasn’t clear up until now, Mistress, you fucking own me.
If this is really what you want, I’d love nothing more than to give it to you, but we need to talk about limits first, okay? ”
She sits up straight, her arms looped around my neck as a sly smile tugs at her lips. “I’m glad you asked.”
“Is that so?” I reply with a playful grin. “Do you have all your kinky little ducks in a row for me?”
“Mhmm,” she hums, looking like a woman who knows exactly what she wants as she schools her expression.
“No canes or switches, and no wax play. You can restrain me if you’d like, but I prefer soft cuffs or bondage tape.
Other than that, everything else is on the table…
and if you’re okay with it, I’d really like you to come inside me this time.
I’m on birth control, and you already know that my STI testing is up to date because of Velvet. ”
I tuck my lips between my teeth to stifle a smile, pride zipping through my body as my girl lays her limits out for me like she’s been doing it for years.
Then again, she kind of has—she’s just always been on the opposite side of it.
I can tell by the determination in her stare that she’s thought every detail through, so I hit her with my own list of rules before we finalize our agreement.
“Alright,” I say with a tight nod. “I’m happy to provide those things as your dom.
We’ll use the stoplight system in lieu of a safe word, since you’ve never done this before.
If something makes you uncomfortable or you need to slow down, say yellow.
If you want to stop for any reason, say red.
If you’re doing okay, but don’t answer green when I ask you for a color, there will be consequences. Understood?”
She tilts her head, a mask of innocence falling over her expression as she smiles sweetly. “Yes, sir.”
Fuck. Me.
I land a tight slap against her ass, making her entire body jolt in my lap. “Good girl. Now get rid of these clothes and show me what an obedient little sub does when she wants to get fucked.”
She scurries to her feet, tearing her shirt over her head and dropping it to the floor, followed by her black lace bra.
My eyes practically bug out of my head at the sight, but I try to keep my composure, turning toward the wall of toys while she finishes disrobing.
I stare at the selection as I remove my shoes, socks, and shirt before moving to the button of my jeans.
Stepping out of them, I leave it all in a heap as I lean forward and lift the black leather riding crop from its hook.
Since she’s new, I’ll start slow, swatting her with just enough force for it to sting and maybe create a temporary welt that’ll be gone by the time we leave.
As tempting as it is to use every toy in this room on her, I don’t want to do too much, too fast. Her safety and comfort are my main priority, just like mine were for her.
Clad in only a pair of black boxer briefs, I turn around, every molecule of breath in my lungs being siphoned by the sight in front of me.
Like a fucking goddess, Sydney waits on her knees, not a stitch of fabric separating her flawless skin from the cool air of the room.
Long, blonde curls cascade over her shoulders, her big blue eyes looking up at me like I’m the only man on the goddamn planet.
It’s intoxicating, and I vow in this moment to make tonight perfect for her, because I need her to love it.
I can’t imagine not seeing her like this again.
“Look at that,” I say, my gaze dragging along her body and taking in every small detail, from the dips of her hips to her hard, pierced nipples as they glint in the light.
She’s a wet fucking dream, and I’m about to make her mine in ways I’ve only imagined.
“Such a quick learner. And so pretty, too.”
Her cheeks flush, the pink creeping down her neck and spreading across her chest as she preens under my praise.
My heart rate picks up, the desperation to be inside her almost overwhelming me to the point of saying fuck it all, but I stay in character, determined to give her what she’s asked for as I close the space between us.
“I want you to suck my cock,” I demand, lowering my boxers to the ground and noticing the heat that flares behind her eyes as I tower over her once again. “Do a good job, or I’ll have to punish you. Got it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Now, open.”