Chapter 32
***Ethan***
There’s no way I’ll be able to get this silly grin off my
face today. The guys can tease me all they want—I’m a happy man. The world
should know. After my second shower of the morning, I find her sitting on the
edge of the bed waiting for me. I walk over to her and stroke her cheek; she
leans in to the caress like a cat being petted.
“You did well, my love.”
“Um… thank you? Was it a test?”
“No. But it was different than what you’re used to.”
She was amazing actually. I expected her to run away, but
she didn’t. She didn’t even complain once. I grab a fresh uniform from the
closet and lay it on the bed while I get underwear and a T-shirt.
“Ethan?”
“Hmm?”
“Do you….”
She pauses and I look over at her expectantly. “Do I what?”
“Do you enjoy… anal sex?”
“Never tried it.”
“Do you… want to?”
I raise a questioning brow. “Do you?”
“I just thought….”
“If this is about what I did downstairs, that was for you. I
have no interest in going farther.”
A look of relief spreads across her face, and I take her
hand, pulling her to her feet. I slip my hand beneath her robe, trailing my
fingers along her lips. She moans, grabbing my shoulders.
“Besides, this stretches for me.” I grab her ass, squeezing
the cheek. “This doesn’t. And like you said, I’m a big man.”
She thrusts her hips toward me, and I pull away before I
give in to the urge to stay in bed with her all day. She groans, falling back
to the bed.
“Sam’s picking you up in an hour to take you to Billings,” I
tell her.
“For what?”
“That’s the next surprise. You’ll know once you get there.”
“Okay.”
I’ve never seen her so pliant. Maybe I should start each day
off like this. She stands as I shrug my shirt on and proceeds to button it for
me, then watches attentively until I’ve tucked it into my pants and done up the
button, zipper, and belt. I wish I knew what she’s thinking; she seems lost in
thought. When I sit on the bed to put my shoes on, she falls to her knees
before me.
“Let me.”
She ties my laces and looks up at me with a bright smile.
“What’s gotten into you?”
“What? I can’t take care of my man?”
“Tell me. Now.”
Her smile fades, and she bites her lip. “That.”
“What?”
She takes a deep breath and looks up at me helplessly.
“I feel this need to… serve you. To do whatever you
say.”
“I see.”
“It’s not you. You haven’t been any bossier than you were
before but it’s like I’ve lost my free will. I can no longer choose whether I
want to obey or not.”
I take her hand and pull her onto my lap.
“Your pledge of loyalty and obedience wasn’t just a bunch of
words, sweetheart.”
“I know. It just feels weird.”
“You’ll get used to it. Plus, it’s not like I’m going to
order you to do anything bad.”
“I know that, too. I just got used to being my own boss, and
now….”
“It’s not so bad. I do more than just boss people around.
I’m responsible for your safety and well-being. I will provide for you, take
care of you, love you.”
She slides her hands around my shoulders and gazes into my
eyes lovingly.
“That’s what I want, the last one.”
“And that’s what you’ll get.” I kiss her softly and ignore
the twitch in my pants. “Up.”
“I’m going to make you breakfast.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to. Please.”
“Okay. I’ll be down in a few minutes.”
This should be interesting. A subservient Casey is a novel
idea, though. Let’s see how she progresses.