Chapter 2
The next morning, Leo sits me down on a stool at the kitchen island while he makes breakfast. I’m deliciously sore from last night. He fucked me multiple times before we finally slept, and every shift on the seat reminds me exactly how thoroughly he used me.
He sings sea shanties while he scrambles eggs, his voice a pleasing rumble. The sound makes me smile. There’s something about his confidence and age that makes me feel both young and safe.
“You seem happy this morning, pet,” Leo remarks, sliding a plate of steaming eggs and crispy bacon in front of me. His eyes crinkle at the corners when he grins, and my chest flutters. It feels natural to be sitting here with him while he sings and cooks, and the thought catches me off guard.
“I am happy,” I admit, taking a bite of the perfectly cooked eggs. Holy shit, these eggs are incredible. I moan around my fork like it’s indecent. “How could I not be after last night?”
He chuckles, pouring us both coffee. The scent of oranges—his signature—mingles with the fresh brew, and I breathe it in like an addict. That combo already makes my brain go fuzzy.
“What do you do for fun, lass? Outside of work?”
The question catches me off guard. Fun hasn’t been a priority in years. Not since my parents died when I was young, or after my aunt—who raised me—passed right after high school graduation.
“I used to paint,” I say finally. “Nothing serious. I wanted to take classes in college but couldn’t afford them. Now there’s no time. Or space.” I shrug. “I’ll get back to it someday.”
“What did you paint?” His eyes light with genuine interest.
“Abstract stuff mostly. Playing with color.” Heat creeps up my neck. “It’s silly.”
“It’s not silly.” His tone leaves no room for argument. “Creativity matters.”
We sip our coffee in comfortable silence until his posture shifts and becomes more focused.
“Now, lass. There are some things we need to discuss about our arrangement.”
I straighten immediately. “I’m listening.”
He leans against the counter, coffee cup in hand. Even relaxed like this, he radiates authority. “While you’re here, I have expectations. Rules.” He pauses, his gaze holding mine. “First, whenever we’re home, I choose what you wear. Or I keep you naked and accessible.”
My pussy throbs despite how sore I am. Down, girl. “Yes, Sir.”
He nods approvingly. “Good girl. Second, you’re not to touch yourself or come without my permission. Your pleasure belongs to me now.”
I squirm on the stool, anticipation building between my legs. Holy hell, how am I supposed to keep my hands off myself when he says things like that? The ache is already starting, just from his words. “Yes, Sir,” I agree, desperate to please him even though I know it’s going to drive me crazy.
“Lastly,” he continues, setting his mug down and walking over to me. He tips my chin up, and the intensity of his gaze steals my breath. “You’ll always be honest with me about your feelings and your limits. I can’t push your boundaries if I don’t know what they are.”
I swallow hard under the weight of his stare. “I promise, Sir. I’ll be honest with you.”
He smiles and kisses me softly. “That’s my good lass. Now, finish your breakfast. We have a big day ahead of us.”
As I eat, Leo explains that he wants to take me to an upscale sex club downtown where he’s a member. A place where people socialize and indulge in public play. My stomach does a backflip. A sex club? Part of me wants to hide under the covers, but if he thinks I’m ready, I want to try.
After breakfast, Leo draws me a bath. I watch as he tests the temperature with his fingers, and something about that simple gesture makes my throat tight. He helps me undress, and when I sink into the water, I let out a contented sigh as the warmth envelops me.
Leo kneels beside the tub and begins to wash me with a washcloth, his hands gliding over my body with possessive care.
“Tonight, at the club,” he says, running the washcloth along my collarbone, “I want you to wear something that makes you feel sexy with no panties. But remember, you’re mine. No one touches you but me.”
The thought of being on display sends heat curling low in my belly. I bite my lip. “Yes, Sir.”
When I get out of the bath, Leo wraps me in a soft, fluffy towel. As he dries me off, I can see the hunger in his eyes, but he steps back with a soft smile.
“Go get dressed, my pet,” he commands. “I have some business to attend to, but I’ll be back for you at five. Be ready.”
I didn’t expect him to take me to a sex club, but this might be my only chance to see one. I’m curious what will happen, and more than a little nervous about being watched.