“Shh.” He massages my head more, driving me hard toward subspace again.
This time, I opt to fall and pray he catches me the way Leo always did.
I don’t really have a choice.
I’ve hit a wall I didn’t know was there. At full speed, even.
My soul feels shattered and strewn about this desolate emotional wasteland I’ve inhabited ever since I left Leo.
Until Elliot came for me.
Tugging on my necktie, he gets me to my feet again and leads me upstairs to the bedroom, where he stands me next to the bed and starts to strip me without another word.
Staring into his blue eyes, I feel my responsibilities struggling to break through the soft mental static settling in.
He’s doingmyjob.
I made him a promise, and Ikeepmy promises, dammit.
But any time I try to speak, he pulls me in for another kiss and it scrambles my brain and makes me forget what I was trying to say.
Familiar emotions sweep through me, memories assailing me. It’s easy to remember Leo doing this exactly the same way. Now I have my proof that, even when I wasn’t around, this is how Leo was with Elliot.
There’s no other explanation.
In some ways, it’s a comfort. Because it means there truly was more to them than the brutally vicious nights I witnessed first-hand.
I’m hard. Elliot cups my erection, but there’s a decidedly evil glint to his smile. When he snaps his fingers and points at the floor, my knees are unhinging before I even process it.
I kneel there, watching as he retrieves a few things and gets them ready, putting them on the bed behind me, where I can’t see. He’s still fully dressed, including his blazer.
I watch, silent and waiting.
Obedient.
He even puts music on, the same Pandora station Leo favors, and returns to stand in front of me. When his hand settles on my head and massages my scalp, I don’t hold back my moan and my eyes drop closed.
“Good boy,” he whispers.
A shiver rolls through me. If I pretend he’s Leo…
That’s dangerous, I know.
Right now, I don’t even care.
My breath slows and evens out when I feel him buckle a leather collar around my neck. I didn’t realize I was crying again until I feel his thumbs brush over my cheeks to wipe them away.
“Hands.”
My eyes are still closed, but I hold my hands up for him, the way I used to…before.
The way I’m sure he’s held his countless times before.
The feel of him buckling leather cuffs around my wrists is like coming home. I suddenly long for my leather cuffs and collar, which I left at Leo’s.
I wonder if he even kept them?
If he kept my day collar?
