Undone Dom (12 page)

“How long were you together?”

“Two years.”

“And she just left, after meeting someone at a party?”

“Yes. It was her right, they were a better fit.”

“That
bitch
.” Lulu was seeing red. No wonder he was like a muscular closed book. His heart had been ripped out and stomped on after he’d specifically set out to make sure that didn’t happen. “Well, if I ever see her at a party, I’m going to kick her ass.”

Alton wrapped his arms around her butt. “You would not. That would not be behavior becoming of a good slave.”

“Who said I was going to be good?” Lulu tossed her hair. “But if you want, I’ll wait until after the party and kick her ass in an alley.”

Muscle by muscle, a grin worked itself across his face. The grin turned into a laugh. “You’d do that?”

“Hell yeah, I would. I might be small, but I’m scrappy.”

Grinning like a fool, Alton stood with her in his arms. He spun her in a circle and Lulu yelped, wrapping her arms and legs around him.

“What are you doing, you crazy man?”

“I love you.”

They stopped spinning. Hands on his shoulders, Lulu leaned away so she could look him in the face. The world around her felt soft and wavy, as if time had stopped.

There was a look of pure panic on Alton’s face.

“Oh Alton.”

He set her down, pushing her onto the couch, and ran from the living room. Lulu pressed one hand over her mouth. She couldn’t decide if she wanted to laugh at his panicked reaction or cry for him that he was so afraid to tell her he loved her.

She’d give him a minute then go after him.

She didn’t need to.

Alton came back. Carrying chain and cuffs.

“What are you doing?” Lulu asked conversationally as he cuffed her left wrist then attached the end of a long length of chain to it.

“I won’t lose you.”

“So you’re going to…wrap the other end of the chain around the leg of the couch. Well, I certainly can’t drag the couch anywhere, not that I would.”

“Give me your other hand.”

Lulu obeyed, letting him cuff her other hand, chaining it as he had the first.

“Now you have to stay.”

“Was I going somewhere?”

He hadn’t looked at her yet. He’d looked everywhere but her face, and now he didn’t answer.

“Alton, were you afraid I’d leave?”

“I shouldn’t have said it.”

“Is it true? Do you love me?”

“Yes,” he growled.

“Why?”

“I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do.” Lulu had never been surer of anything in her life.

“I thought you would be a…challenge, to train. But then I realized that you weren’t a challenge, that you were what I wanted.”

“What you wanted?”

“You’re what I want. The woman I want.”

“As a sex slave?”

“Are you going to make me say all of this out loud?”

“Yep.” Lulu felt merciless, like a goddess.

Alton dropped to his knees in front of the couch. “You’re the woman I want in my life. For sex, for,” he waved his hand at the couch where they’d been watching stupid movies together, “companionship. You’re the woman I want.”

“But I’m not like those other women, I’m not a, what did you call it? Lifestyle slave.”

“I know that.”

“You wanted rules for your relationship, ours wouldn’t have them, at least not the kind BDSM has.”

He dropped his head to her knee. “Can we have some rules?”

“Of course,” Lulu said through the smile she was trying to hide.

His head popped up. “You said ‘our relationship’. You mean…”

“I mean,” Lulu took his face in her hands, the chain sliding off the couch to clank on the floor, “that I love you too. I’ve never felt so safe or protected with a man. I’ve never felt so comfortable and happy, which is crazy because at the same time I’ve never felt what you make me feel sexually.”

“You…”

“I love you, Alton.”

He surged up from the floor, taking her in his arms and kissing her. Tears filled Lulu’s eyes as she felt the relief and joy pouring from him, into her, through the kiss. She never wanted that kiss to end, but it had to when she jerked her head to the side and coughed.

Alton quickly sat her up, rubbing her back. “You’re still sick.”

Laughing did not help her coughing fit.

“Does this mean we have to wait to have sex?”

Lulu looked at him out of the corner of her eye. When the coughing finally died, she fell back against him.

“Why did you chain me to the couch?”

“I thought you’d leave.”

“And you were going to…?”

“Keep you.”

“That’s kidnapping.”

“I don’t care. You’re mine.”

Lulu grinned and kissed the underside of his jaw. “Is it wrong that I find that sexy?”

“No. Are you still sick?”

“Since a minute ago? Yeah, sorry.”

He let out a disgruntled sigh and hugged her to his side.

“You know,” she said. “We have a lot of things we’ll need to figure out, I mean about how this relationship is going to work. I’m really not submissive, outside of sex.”

He grunted again. “You’re moving in here.”

“You can’t just order me to do stuff like that.”

“Yes, I can. Your apartment is not safe. You will not stay there.”

“It’s cheap, I reinvest everything in my business. But back to the giving orders thing…you know even if you give orders it doesn’t mean I’ll obey them.”

He squeezed her. “I…do not like that. Veto.”

Lulu laughed. “You don’t get a veto.”

“I
should
.”

“I’m giving you a makeover,” Lulu said with relish. The man needed new clothes in a way she couldn’t begin to describe. She’d have to take Addie with them. He was so big most everything would have to be tailored and—

“
No.
”

“Aww, don’t be scared. I’m going to redecorate this place too.”

“This is unacceptable.”

“I’ll have lots of kinky sex with you.”

“You will be serving as my kinky sex slave no matter what.”

His voice growled with promise.

“Oh yeah?” Lulu slid over his lap again, holding up her bound wrists.

He grabbed the chains, using them to pull her arms around his shoulders. “Yeah.”

“Is that a promise or a threat?” Their lips were inches apart.

“It’s a promise,” Alton said, and then he kissed her.

Lila is a multi-published, bestselling author of erotic, paranormal and fantasy romance. Having spent extensive time in France, Egypt, Turkey, Ireland and England, Lila speaks five languages, none of them (including English) fluently.

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