Ruin.Put this on and imagine what our house in Villain feels like. That’s what I’m working for.
Today’s orders flashed through my head:Wear Good Girl and send Daddy proof.I searched through the names and picked that box out.
Inside, on top of the tissue, was the bookmark, thick card, black-edged, his handwriting cutting clean across it.
You are not a chapter, you’re the book. Everything before you was prologue. Everything after is ours. I will love you in every version of my life.
My heart raced as I stared at it. How did this man manage to be good at everything? Even love notes. I’d thought he wouldn’t be able to outdo yesterday’s:
The first time I saw you, I wanted you. The second time, I needed you. Now I love you so deeply there is no version of me without you.
I wanted to start a new book just to use both. God, what is this man doing to me.
The set was white lace, champagne ribbon.Good Girlwritten on the tag in his hand. A flush crept up my throat.
“Okay,” I muttered to the empty room. “I hope he likes it as much as he imagined he would.”
I pulled his shirt off and dropped it on the chair.
My hair was still damp from last night’s shower.
Somewhere down the hall, footsteps creaked over polished wood. I tuned them out and stepped into the panties, dragging the lace up my thighs.
They felt like they’d been made for me. Then I remembered theyweremade for me. He really had no business being this good at lingerie.
I shrugged his shirt back on over the set, leaving it unbuttoned. The combination made me feel claimed. Like I was wrapped in him twice.
I went to the wardrobe mirror and propped my phone up against a stack of books on the dresser.
Timer on.
I stepped back, adjusted the shirt so it slid off one shoulder, tilted my chin. I tugged the sleeve down, making sure the fabric covered most of the bruised skin.
I selected the filter. It blurred edges just enough. The camera flashed. Perfect. I checked it twice for any signs of the bruises. Before I hit send.
Baby.
Look at you.
My perfect little sub in her Good Girl set.
Do you have any idea what that does to me at 7 a.m. in a war room.
You told me to follow orders.
I’m being very obedient.
You are.
Best thing I own.
Stand a little closer next time.
Let me see more lace.
Daddy likes knowing exactly how little is between my hands and what belongs to me.
My thighs pressed tighter. I took a second photo, closer. I checked the sleeve, bruises hidden, and sent it before I could overthink. The three dots reappeared almost immediately.
