When I got back, the most powerful man in the state was still standing by the door waiting for me to give him an order, and I took my sweet time walking toward him.
Silas eyes dilated with desire, and I saw his Adam’s apple bob as he gulped eagerly. After a few years of wearing gingham dresses, it was nice to be back in my leather again.
“On your knees,” I ordered, and he immediately complied, dropping heavily to the ground in front of me.
Even on his knees, and in my high heels, he was uncomfortably big and tall, but I ignored that.
I put the collar around his throat, my fingers brushing by the raspy beard on his chin.
It was a strange, prickly sensation knowing Silas was here with a slim leather collar under his silk shirt, but I ignored it and went into the Governor’s Mansion library, a massive, dark-wood room with shadows in the corners and a crackling fire in the old-fashioned grate.
I placed the dog bed in front of one of the couches and selected a beautiful, red velvet copy ofWuthering Heightsfrom one of the shelves.
“Now we’ll have a nice evening in,” I said. “And I’ll see if my pet behaves himself. If he’s a good boy, he’ll get to eat from the doggy dish.”
Silas widened his eyes for a moment, then he said, “Yes, Mistress.”
“Can I change my clothes, Mistress?”
“No,” I said. “It would please me to see you in the doggie bed in your suit.”
For a moment a muscle throbbed in his jaw, but he crawled stiffly over to the dog bed, the bell gently tinkling on his collar.
It was the biggest dog bed on the market but his bulging muscles still spilled all over it, the loose tie dragging on the floor as he attempted to find a comfortable position.
When he was finally settled very awkwardly, I sat on the couch opposite him, crossing my legs, slowly, watching as his eyes dragged down my thighs to the sharp points of my stilettos.
“Mistress, will you let me pleasure you?”
I examined my fishnet stockings, feeling the heat of his gaze.
“No, I don’t think you’ve been very good. You may sit there and be quiet.”
I began to read as he lay on his side, shifting uncomfortably.
This man wasn’t going to make it five minutes.
But he did, the minutes stretching on as my husband lay there, and I saw sweat begin to drip down his face as he struggled to stay in one place and fit on the bed.
I didnotlike the discovery that he was this stubborn. He should have been out of the marriage as soon as I disclosed I had been lying to his face the entire time.
“Bark like a dog for me,” I said absently. “I like a lot of protective energy in my pets.”
Woof!the governor went instantly, his heavy-lidded eyes fixed on me.
Woof woof woof
Something about the enthusiasm with which he threw back his head and howled for me truly pissed me off, because I could see that gleam in his eyes. That wasn’t a submissive gleam there.
I ignored his howls, and went back to my reading, and then there was silence except for the crackling of the fire.
My husband was clinging on way too long to this farce of a marriage.
After a few quick taps on my phone, it was only fifteen minutes later when the doorbell rang.
I went and got our delivery order. The best steak and potatoes in town, and I could practically see Silas drooling. He must be hungry.
“Mistress, may I please apologize again for my behavior? It was wrong, and my arrogance and conceit are to blame. I thought myself invincible.”
