With a laugh, I lean down to kiss her again. “Thank you isn’t good enough,” I tell her.
She smiles and rubs her hands along my chest and shoulders. “You’re welcome. That was the longest ride ever. I could not wait to give it to you.”
I kiss her forehead and pull away to grab her things and bring them inside. “I love it so much. You are the sweetest thing ever. What I got you is small in comparison.”
“You got me something?” she asks excitedly.
“I did. Come on inside and I’ll show you.”
Chapter thirty-seven
Olivia
Victor’s reaction to the jersey was priceless, and I can’t stop smiling. I love giving gifts and taking care of others. I do that with my friends, but it’s not quite the same as it is with Victor. That is one of the things I’m looking forward to the most with being a submissive. Him telling me what he wants and me getting to give it to him.
Victor grabs my bag out of the trunk and anticipation stirs in my stomach.Does that mean he wants me to stay the night?I had so much fun with Ansley and Caroline this weekend, but I missed him a lot. All the way home I kept pondering calling him and asking him if I could stay, but couldn’t quite get my nerves up to do it.
When we walk into the foyer, there’s a large bouquet of calla lilies on the table. I smile widely at them, loving the fact that heremembered my mom used to get them for me and that they’re my favorite. “They’re beautiful, Victor,” I whisper.
“I also got you this,” he says. I turn around and he’s holding a rose gold bracelet in the palm of his hand. As I stare at it, my stomach takes flight. It has pennants on it that are straight and some circles. “It’s morse code.”
“Really? What does it say?” Studying it, I touch each of the pennants.
“Love you big,” he replies. My eyes snap up to his. He rubs his thumb ring with his forefinger. “I wanted you to have something that was similar.” My stomach nosedives. He’s not saying he loves me. It’s the same sentiment as when I gave him the thumb ring. Not that him giving me the bracelet means any less than when I gave him the ring.
“Thank you.” I extend my arm. “Can you put it on?” He smiles and places my bag on the ground and his jersey on the table next to the calla lilies. He puts it on, then lifts my hand to his lips and kisses my wrist. “It’s beautiful. Thank you so much.” I glance up at him and the look on his face makes my breath catch.
“Will you stay with me tonight?”
I lick my dry lips and smile at him. “Yes. I was really hoping you’d ask,” I admit.
He brings his hand up and cups my jaw, rubbing his thumb along my cheek. “Never be afraid to ask me for anything. I know the contract says Friday evening through Sunday afternoon, but you’re welcome here anytime.”
I bite the inside of my cheek as I take him in. He is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, and he always looks put together. Tonight he’s wearing a black button-up shirt that’s rolled up to his forearms and gray slacks.
“You might regret telling me that.”
“Why’s that?” he asks as he pulls me closer to him.
I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and swallow. “I might never leave.”
He leans down and runs his lips from my chin, up my jaw, to my ear. His tongue flicks out and licks my earlobe once. “Definitely don’t regret that,” he whispers in my ear.
My breathing becomes shaky as my heart jackhammers against my rib cage. Much to my disappointment, he steps back and grins at me. That grin causes goosebumps to break out along my skin every time he gives it to me.
“Now.” His voice dips into his Dominant tone and my insides melt. “Go upstairs, use the bathroom, get refreshed, then go to my office. I’ll be up in about ten minutes with some chocolate-covered strawberries, water, and wine.”
“Yes, Sir,” I reply.
He leans down and kisses me softly. “You are such a good girl, treasure.”
With that, he walks away. I take one more look at the lilies, swallow, and turn toward the stairs. With each step, nerves swirl in my stomach. This is the first time he’s told me to go to his office. I’m assuming it means he has lingerie laid out for me to change into.What will it look like? What if I don’t do this correctly or exactly like he wants me to?
When I reach the landing, I breathe deeply and walk to the bathroom in the hallway. Maybe he’d be okay with me going to the bathroom in his bedroom, but he didn’t say specifically, so I’d rather be safe than sorry. I use the bathroom, wash my hands, then run my fingers through my hair, wishing I had grabbed my brush out of my bag.
After freshening up, I slowly walk to Victor’s office and step inside. There’s a couch against the wall right next to the door. On the arm of the couch is a gray silk chemise. It has thin spaghetti straps and doesn’t look to be too short. I exhale in relief. I’m sure eventually he’ll have me wear something more revealing.This first time he’s beginning with something that pushes my boundaries, but doesn’t make me so uncomfortable I can’t relax.
Unsure if there are people around, I close the door to his office, quickly disrobe, and pull the chemise over my head. Noticing there aren’t any panties, I hesitate.Am I supposed to wear the ones I have on?Maybe not, but he didn’t specifically say, so I keep them on. Folding all my clothes, I place them on the arm of the chair.
