When my phone buzzed, I had my answer. I strolled into my office, pulling up the message.
Sir, I accept.
Your Pet.
She hadn't signed it ‘M’ like last time. This was so much better.
A slow smile pulled at my mouth.
Oh, I had plans for her.
I settled into my chair, fired off a message to Mistress Vivienne, and sifted through the stack of papers Mira had left on my desk.
Of course she’d organized everything down to the last detail.
Of course she’d made the impossible look simple.
Why did she have to be so damn smart?
Chapter 13
Mira
Milly and Candy’s hands moved in slow, practiced circles, the lotion warming beneath their touch. Both wore skimpy nurse outfits. Candy’s was so short it barely covered the curve of her ass, fishnet stockings disappearing into bright red garters. Milly’s low-cut top framed her cleavage, the red lace push up barely holding her breasts.
I let my eyes close and breathed, letting the quiet attention melt into my skin. This time, I’d taken the town car that had been offered and hadn’t bothered with my hair or makeup. Mistress Vivienne had said everything was taken care of, so I’d shown up in jeans and a T-shirt.
Sleep hadn’t come easily last night. When it did, it only brought me back tohim,to Mr. Reid picking up my phone, the mortification when I realized he’d seen the message on the screen.
The last thing I should’ve been doing at work was checking my personal email—let alone answering it. In my defense, I hadn’t wanted Sir to change his mind.
The last dream had me back at the club, bound, blindfolded, Sir’s voice low, his breath close to my ear. When he lifted the fabric from my eyes, it wasn’t him I saw. It was Mr. Reid. And Iknew then—I was fucked. The boss, whose desk was only about a dozen feet from mine. The one I shouldn’t be fantasizing about. The one that had put me on a short leash.
When they were done, I followed them to another room where they dressed me in a matching red bra and panty set this time. Red wasn’t my color; it was too bold, too certain, but when Candy turned me toward the mirror, I barely recognized the woman staring back.
Milly adjusted the straps on my shoulders while Candy fastened the clasp at my back. Neither spoke, and somehow that silence made the air heavier. They weren’t just attendants; they were ritualists, turning me into something I didn’t recognize, someone who belonged here, even with my softness around the middle and the curves I usually tried to hide.
“Perfect,” Candy said softly, smoothing a wrinkle from the satin. “Mistress will be pleased.”
Pleased.The word sent a small shiver through me. I wasn’t sure if it was from anticipation or dread.
I caught my own reflection again. The woman in the mirror looked confident, composed, maybe even alluring. But underneath, my pulse thudded so hard it made the edges blur.
Milly handed me a robe, black silk that fell like water down my body.
“He’s waiting in the other room,” she said, and my stomach tightened.
I followed them down a short hallway lined with dim lights, the quiet click of my heels echoing against the hardwood. My hands trembled, so I clenched them around the robe’s belt, hoping no one noticed.
Unlike last time, they led me to the end of the hallway and stopped.
“When you’re ready, enter.” Candy gave me a small smile before the two of them turned to leave. Candy brushed herfingers across my hand. “I don’t recommend keeping him waiting.”
I gulped and exhaled a deep breath. What lay on the other side of the door? Would it be more of the same? Would he fuck me today? Was that what I wanted?
Finally, after a few beats, I pushed the door open and stepped inside, closing it softly behind me. The click of my heels against the wood echoed in the silence.
The room was simple, yet deliberate. Everything chosen for a purpose. Had the room last week looked like this? Low amber light glowed from a light in the corner. Polished wood gleamed beneath my feet, the faint scent of cedar and leather lingering in the air.
