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“What is it, Cassie?” Evan pulled on her
shoulder to roll her toward him, so he could stare down at her face in the dim
streetlight shining through her blinds. “Tell me.”

When she realized he wasn’t going to be
satisfied without a good answer, she reluctantly spoke the truth. “I was
projecting ahead to the end.”

“The end?” His voice was rough with
sleep. “What end?”

“Of us.” God, she hated saying it.

“What if there didn’t have to be an end?”
he asked in a quiet voice.

She stared at him, trying to read his
expression in the faint light, but the glow from the window behind him cast his
features in shadow. “You better spell this out for me, so I don’t misinterpret
anything here.”

“What if we continue our engagement? I
like you, Cassie. I like having you as mine. Why do we have to call an end to
this?”

“For how long?” she asked, refusing to
get too excited by his words until she got more details.

“Are you asking for an expiration date?”
He chuckled softly. “I don’t think we can know that right now.”

“I mean, how long do you plan to be
engaged to me? Won’t the media be expecting us to set a wedding date soon?” The
vultures had backed off a little in the past four weeks, but there was still a
small flock always circling when she and Evan left a restaurant. She didn’t
think she’d ever get comfortable with the attention or the personal questions
they shouted out.

He shrugged. “Then we’ll give them a
date.”

Her heart raced at the thought of
marrying him, making her wonder if she’d actually fallen asleep while she’d
stared at her alarm clock, and now she was merely dreaming this conversation.

“How about in one year?” he continued.
“Do you think you’ll be able to decide in the next twelve months whether or not
you’d like to marry me?”

Cassie’s mouth gaped as she struggled to
comprehend his proposal.

“Is that a yes?” he prodded.

She nodded. “Yes.” The word came out on a
breath of air. “I’d like to spend the next twelve months with you.”

“Just to be clear. That’s not our
expiration date. That’s merely a suggested timeframe for renegotiating our
relationship, agreed?”

Laughing with relief, she nodded.
“Agreed.”

“Good, now let’s see if I can find some
way to wear you out, so we can both get some sleep tonight.” He slipped his
large, warm hand under her chemise and…tickled her belly.

Giggling, she grabbed his wrist and
yelped, “Stop! Stop!”

His palm cupped her breast, and he
tweaked her nipple with his fingers as his mouth came down to cover hers.

Wrapping her arms around his shoulders,
she surrendered to the love warming her heart for this man as she reveled in
the heat he generated in her core. They were an amazing match in bed, their
passions equally intense.

He broke their kiss and flipped her on to
her stomach, shoving her chemise up to her armpits. “I think I’ve been
neglecting this ass lately.”

Without warning, he delivered a stinging
slap to her naked butt. She yelped softly then relaxed into the next several
spanks. God, he made her so wet when he warmed her bottom. Her clit throbbed as
her pulse pounded harder.

“Who do you belong to?” he asked gruffly.

“You, Sir. Only you,” she managed to say
between gasps as his hits grew in intensity.

“Count down from ten.”

“Ten,” she panted with his next smack.
Then nine…eight…seven…six. By five, she was having a hard time staying focused
on the numbers as her mind teetered on the edge, ready to take flight.

She missed three or maybe it was two.

“Cassie…” he growled.

“Two,” she mumbled with the next one,
hoping she was correct. Then, “One,” with the final smack.

“Do you want to come?” he demanded.

“Yes, Sir. Please, Sir,” she begged.

“Not without me.” He flipped her over to
her back and pinched her nipples while his mouth captured hers.

She trailed her fingertips across his
chest and down his ridged abs to the dark hair that led the way to his hard
length. She circled him with her hand and stroked him up and down. He was thick
and ready.

He broke their kiss with a groan. “God,
you drive me crazy with your touch.”

Balancing on one forearm, he grabbed a
condom from the bedside table and handed it to her. She tore the wrapper open
and quickly covered him, loving the feel of him against her palms.

He slipped his free hand between them and
skimmed his fingers over her bare mound, sending shivers up her spine. Then he
was at her clit, rubbing around it lightly and teasing her by not touching it
exactly as she needed.

She was close, so close. Her breathing
was short and fitful, her stomach muscles shaking, but he wouldn’t give her
what he knew she craved.

“And you,” she panted, “are driving
me
crazy.” She squeezed her hand harder around him.

He grunted and jerked out of her grasp.
“Naughty sub.”

Before she could grab him again, he
thrust inside her. She wrapped her legs around his hips, and he pinched her
clit, finally giving her what she needed.

“Come,” he ordered.

She exploded with her climax, lights
bursting behind her closed eyelids as her internal muscles clenched around him.
He joined her with a shout, bucking erratically into her, sending her orgasm to
new heights, and she rode the high like a bird on the thermals.

When it was over and their breaths had
returned to normal, she snuggled against his chest thoroughly relaxed and
nearly asleep.

And that’s when she thought she might
have heard him whisper, “I love you.”

* * * *

Evan was in
deep. His chest tightened as he held Cassie’s sleeping form curled into his
body. What the hell was he doing offering Cassie a legitimate engagement? He
wasn’t anywhere near ready to give up his membership at The Club. In fact, he
was growing restless with the light scenes he’d been initiating Cassie with.

He stroked the top of her head and
considered his options. She’d been doing so well in their private training. The
independent, hard-headedness of her daytime personality peeked out when she
submitted to him, but he enjoyed the challenge and the opportunities it gave
him to discipline her appropriately. Something they both seemed to appreciate.

His dick pulsed at the memory of her tied
to the bed with red silk scarves, wearing only lacy black panties and a
blindfold. God, she was beautiful in her submission.

He’d love to strap her to a St. Andrew’s
cross with her ass displayed to a roomful of admirers while he flogged her,
watching her pale cheeks turn a deep shade of red as she begged for release.

He bit back a groan as his cock hardened,
nearly painfully. Perhaps it was time to introduce her to his full strength
Dom.

As he listened to her gentle breathing,
he debated waking her for his pleasure. She slept so peacefully he almost let
her be, but she belonged to him whether she knew what that fully meant or not.

He gently rolled her to her back and
spread her thighs, positioning himself over her. With light touches, he stroked
her labia, close but not touching her clit.

She roused with a soft moan, and he sunk
his cock deep into her wet pussy.

“Mmmm,” she murmured as he slid in and
out of her, taking his time.

Her inner muscles clenched around him as
she woke more fully and responded to his thrusts. She wrapped her arms around
his shoulders and speared her fingers through his hair, drawing him down to
her.

He gave in to her pull and claimed her
mouth with vicious possession, pushing his tongue past her lips to assert his
dominance. She moaned with her submission as she surrendered to his power and
force.

He changed his speed and level of impact,
slamming his cock into her hard and fast, over and over, until they both panted
for breath.

“Come for me,” he growled against her
ear.

She exploded under him with a sharp cry.
Her vaginal muscles tightening around him, squeezing his orgasm out of him as
he shouted with his release. He thrust and shuddered as he gasped for air.

As he returned to his senses, he dropped
his head and kissed the tip of her nose. His sweet, sweet Cassie. She was such
an incredible treasure.

Yeah, he was in deep.

And he wasn’t doing anything to reverse
the situation. Instead, he took things even deeper when he ordered Cassie to
his office the following day.

“Come in,” he answered the knock at his
door at precisely five-thirty p.m.

“Hey, boss.” She sassed him, flashing him
a grin she reserved for the privacy of his office. “Whatcha need?”

“Shut the door, Cassie.”

At the underlying dominance in his voice,
she hesitated and studied him before she carefully closed the door. Then she
clasped her hands behind her and bowed her head as she awaited his next
directions.

Yes, her training was going quite well,
and he paused a moment, taking pleasure in her submission.

Then he walked around his desk and picked
up the black clothes box from the side table. “I have something for you.”

She peeked up at him from beneath her
eyelashes. He considered briefly whether he should call her on it or not and
decided to let it slide for now. He wanted to move on to the next part of this
meeting. His own anticipation driving him to hurry, which he had to temper to
stay in control.

“Tonight, I will pick you up at ten. You
will put your hair up and wear this, only this, underneath a trench coat with
your black stiletto heels.” He handed her the box, and she held it carefully
before her as if something was about to jump out of it.

He stifled a grin and resumed his
instructions. “You will not speak to me until I give you permission. Do you
understand?”

She nodded. “Yes, Sir,” she said softly,
keeping her head down.

“Look at me, Cassie.”

She raised her pretty blue eyes to meet
his, and it was like a punch to the gut. She was so breathtaking as a sub.

He trailed a fingertip along her cheek,
unable to resist the feel of her skin. “We are going to The Club.”

Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth
to speak.

“Hush.” He rubbed his finger softly over
her parted lips. “You are ready. It is time to take the next step in our
relationship.” He leaned down and gave her a chaste kiss on her cheek. “Now, go
home. Take a nap then prepare yourself for our evening.”

Her eyes darkened with her arousal, and
like a good little sub, she left without demanding any answers.

He adjusted himself as he walked back to
his chair, knowing he was going to be too distracted to make any important
decisions for Mitchell Industries for the rest of the evening. But, it was good
training for him as well to force himself to remain in control and refocus his
attention on business.

He shuffled through a report from his new
CFO concerning investment strategies for several accounts and another report
with recommendations for consolidating a variety of outstanding loans. The man
was brilliant, and Evan was extremely pleased Dan had snapped the guy up to
fill the empty position left by a sudden retirement decision from the old CFO,
but the new CFO’s reports were giving Evan a headache.

He set the papers down on his desk and
glanced at his watch. Seven was a respectable enough hour to leave. He was
going to take his own instructions and go home for a brief nap before preparing
for his evening at The Club.

Chapter Fourteen

Cassie
slammed her apartment door behind her and dug into her tote bag for the black
box from Evan. She’d been dying for the half-hour commute home to see what was
inside, but she didn’t dare open it on the subway.

Her hands trembled as she broke the seal
and tossed off the top. The smell of leather surrounded her as she pushed aside
the crinkly red tissue paper with one hand. Then she nearly dropped the box as
she stared at the finely worked black leather bustier and matching skirt. She
grabbed the two pieces and dashed for the bedroom and her full-length mirror.
If she wasn’t mistaken, these garments were barely going to cover her private
bits, if at all.

She stripped out of her business suit,
bra, and panties and slipped into the bustier first. Damn, the bottom didn’t
even reach her bellybutton and the top of the cups ended at the level of her
nipples. If she kept her arms at her sides, her boobs were just barely covered.
She suspected that wasn’t at all what Evan would be asking of her tonight. She
raised her arms above her head and watched as her nipples appeared over the top
edge of the leather. Her tummy fluttered with budding desire.

She snatched up the skirt and wiggled into
it. The band of leather lay low on her hips and ended a scant half centimeter
below her ass. She turned and looked at her reflection over her shoulder with
Evan’s words echoing in her mind.
You will wear this, only this, underneath
a trench coat with your black stiletto heels.

She dove into her closet and grabbed the
shoes. Slipping them on, she felt herself transforming into the sexy sub she
wanted to be for Evan. Walking back to the mirror, she felt the sway in her
hips and the slight bounce in her breasts.

Her breath caught in her throat as she
stared at her image in the mirror. The clothes had indeed transformed her into
her darkest fantasy. Gone was any resemblance to a boyish figure, and she felt
powerful in her sexuality. She spent another few minutes admiring the effects
of the fetish wear. Finally, she remembered Evan’s other instructions.

Time to take a hot shower to relax and
then a nap.

After her shower, she lay naked beneath
her cool, crisp sheets, revisiting the memory of falling asleep in Evan’s arms
last night. She wished she’d have found the courage to address the three words
she may or may not have heard him utter. She told herself it was enough to
know—or think—he had said them to her. She didn’t need to say them
to him or hear him say them to her when she was fully awake. At least, she
tried to convince herself of that as she practiced her centering yoga breaths
and drifted off into a light sleep.

Her alarm woke her abruptly from a steamy
dream, and it took her a minute to get her bearings.

Right, The Club tonight, she thought as
she sat on the side of her bed and wiped the sleep from her eyes. She glanced
over at the two pieces of leather on her dresser, and her stomach clenched.

Could she do this? Was she ready to dress
in fetish wear and go into public as Evan’s sub? Her breaths came faster as she
gnawed on her lower lip. Just as she was determining she wasn’t ready, her cell
phone rang. She picked it up from the bedside table and caught sight of Evan’s
name. Her Dom knew her well.

“Hello, Evan,” she answered with a smile
on her lips.

“Good evening, Cassie. Did you sleep
well?” His deep tones carried through the line, settling in her gut.

“Yes, thanks.”

“I look forward to seeing you in your new
clothes. I’ll be out front at ten, and remember, you will not speak to me until
I give you permission.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. I’ll see you soon.”

“See you soon,” she echoed before ending
the call. She glanced at the clock and jumped off the bed. She would have to
rush to get her hair up like he specified and be out the door on time. She
wasn’t very good with anything other than a tight ponytail or bun, and she
wanted to do something special with her up-do for him tonight.

By the time the limo pulled up to the
curb, Cassie’s nerves were dancing the fast step all along her skin. Tony
stepped out, walked around the long black car, and held open the back door for
her as she tiptoed carefully across the sidewalk in her stilettos. She didn’t
think she’d ever feel truly comfortable in the killer heels.

The interior light of the limo remained
off, and Cassie had a difficult time spotting Evan in the far corner of the
darkened car. She opened her mouth to greet him then snapped it shut when she
remembered his directions.

With her heart thumping wildly, she carefully
sat without indecently exposing herself to Tony. Then she sat with her head
slightly bowed, staring at her hands clasped in her lap, and waited for Evan to
speak.

Tony closed the door and returned to the
driver’s seat, pulling away from the curb as Evan still remained silently
sitting at Cassie’s side. He hadn’t reached out to touch her or even offer a
smile in greeting when she got in the car. His muteness made her insides
tremble and gave her much too much time to think about what she was about to
do.

She wasn’t an exhibitionist. She’d never
had any desire to expose herself in front of others or have someone watch her
have sex. How many people did Evan want to show her off to? What the hell was
he going to do to her at the club? Why was she doing this now?

She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t
accompany Evan to a BDSM club. It was going too deeply into the lifestyle. She
would be too susceptible to getting hurt if she let this side of herself out
into the open. She had to put a stop to it right now.

She opened her mouth and whispered,
“Yellow,” when she’d really planned to say, “Red.” She thought maybe she didn’t
say it loud enough because it took Evan another few heartbeats to answer.

“Okay, Cassie. I hear you,” Evan spoke in
a low modulated voice that immediately slowed down her erratic pulse. He
pressed the call button on his side of the car and directed Tony to take a
scenic route through Central Park. Then Evan turned in his seat to face Cassie.
“Look at me, Cassie.”

She lifted her gaze off of her clenched
fingers and met his eyes.

“Tell me what you are thinking and
feeling.”

“I don’t know if I can do this, Evan.
This is a really big step to go this far into the lifestyle.”

“You’ve come so far already. This is just
the next step. You need this, Cassie. You crave it.”

“That probably means I shouldn’t do it.”

“Why?” he challenged.

“We only crave what we know we shouldn’t
have. I crave ice cream, but I’ve never craved broccoli,” she argued.

He grinned. “Your logic is faulty. You
don’t crave broccoli because you know you can eat as much as you want. Ice
cream has its place in life. It’s a treat. It’s a special food that holds more
than nutritional value. It holds pleasure within it. You crave the pleasure.
What’s wrong with that?”

“Too much ice cream makes me fat,” she
offered lamely. It was useless in trying to make him see her point, mostly
because she was hiding it from him.

“Then don’t eat too much.” He shook his
head. “Besides, you don’t need to worry about being fat or not. You’d be my
sexy sub either way.” He studied her for a moment. “Now tell me what this
really is about. Be honest with me, Cassie. That’s all I ask from you.”

She held her answer back just a bit
longer as her gut roiled. Then she finally said in a quiet voice, “I’m afraid.”

He gave her an encouraging smile. “That’s
my girl.”

Her insides quivered with his praise.

“What are you afraid of?” he asked.

“Why do you want me to parade around in
front of everyone?” she replied.

“You didn’t answer my question, Cassie.”

She swallowed hard, knowing he wasn’t
going to let her get him off topic. “I…I’m afraid of going too deep…of being
too…vulnerable.”

“Cassie, do you trust me?”

“Yes, but the problem isn’t you. It’s
me.”

“Explain.”

“I was in a very bad mental, emotional
place after Trent…took advantage. I can’t go through that again.”

“That makes it my problem.”

“No! It’s me.”

“Yes. You don’t trust me yet, which means
I haven’t done my job as your Dom well enough.” He dragged a hand through his
hair and drew in a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Cassie.”

“For what?” She suspected she wasn’t
going to like his answer.

“For not giving you enough of what you
needed to feel secure in our relationship.”

“Evan—”

He cut her off by placing a finger over
her lips and pulling her into his side with his other arm. Then he whispered in
her ear, “Cassie, I’m never going to let you go. I’m never going to let anyone
hurt you again like your bastard ex-boss did. You are mine, and I take care of
what’s mine.”

She shivered at the delicious warmth of
his breath on her ear and the words he was saying. She wanted to be his. She
wanted to believe every word he said.

“Now, should I tell Tony to take us back
to your place?” Evan asked, tracing a finger down her neck to the opening at
the collar of her trench coat.

She stared up at him a moment before
answering. “No, Evan. Take me to the club please.”

“That’s my good girl.” He rewarded her
with a grin, and her pussy grew wet.

She was still scared to the point of
wanting to bolt, but she
did
trust him. And she knew she’d forever
regret not taking this opportunity to step foot in the exclusive club. Then
there were her feelings for Evan to consider. Would she feel differently about
him after playing with him tonight? Would it bring them closer together or
create a distance between them?

She would never know the answers if she
didn’t give it a try, and she’d never been one to back down from a challenge.

* * * *

With Evan at her
side, Cassie stepped into the foyer of the townhouse a few blocks east of
Central Park and got the impression they were in a private hotel. The concierge
desk was on the left with a young man dressed in a dark suit, two leather
chairs sat on the right arranged at an angle with a small table between them,
and directly ahead was a shiny set of gold elevator doors.

Evan pressed the up arrow after giving
the concierge a nod, and the doors parted to reveal a mirrored interior.

Cassie’s heart beat triple time as she
walked inside.

“Breathe, baby,” Evan whispered in her
ear after pressing a button marked “4”.

His deep tone momentarily settled her
nerves, but when the doors opened to reveal a small lobby filled with men and
women in various types of fetish wear, Cassie forgot to breathe again. She
stumbled out of the elevator after Evan, catching her heel on the carpet.

Evan caught her easily around the waist
and straightened her before she landed on her face.

A woman to the left clapped and whistled
loudly. “Bravo, Evan! Your sub made a grand entrance. Now let’s see what she
has hidden under that coat.”

Cassie glanced over at the purple leather
clad woman and her companion and couldn’t tear her eyes away from the man on
his hands and knees at the woman’s feet. He wore a thick leather collar
attached to a silver leash, which the woman held tautly in her hand.

“Mistress Milana, a pleasure to see you
this evening,” Evan replied smoothly.

“Will you be sharing the pleasure of your
sub with us tonight?” the Mistress asked.

“For display purposes only tonight,
Mistress. It is her first visit to The Club, and I wish to have her to myself.”

“Then I will wait for her second visit,
for she looks like a fresh tasty treat.” Mistress Milana sent Cassie a
predatory smile then yanked the man’s chain and walked away with him crawling
behind at her heels.

Evan reached for the buttons on Cassie’s
trench coat. “Time to put this away for the evening.”

She stood mutely as he’d directed, while
he took off her coat and handed it to a coat check girl who’d walked up to
them.

“Good girl,” Evan murmured as he got his
first look at her new outfit. “You are so beautiful.” He reached a hand under
the front of her skirt, and she nearly yelped at being so publicly touched
until she remembered where they were and why.

“You follow directions so perfectly,”
Evan continued as his fingers found her naked cleft.

Cassie’s knees weakened as he fondled her
swelling clit, but all too soon, he removed his hand and took a step backward.

“Follow me,” he ordered in a hard tone,
making wet heat rush between Cassie’s legs.

He led her through the lobby and around
the elevator to the left into a large open room. It seemed to encompass the
entire width and length of the townhouse building. Because of its size, it
didn’t feel as crowded as the lobby, but there was still quite a crowd gathered
around various spots along the walls and the sounds of play filled the
air—the whistle of a whip through the air, the crack of a hand on skin,
the gasping and yelping of subs enjoying their pleasure pain, and the murmuring
appreciation of the bystanders.