“I’ve already told you what I want. And I do not like repeating myself.” He flicks his hand at the food. “Take your plate to the bedroom.”
“Please don’t lock me in there again.”
He looks at his watch. “You have ten seconds to pick up your plate and drink and get into that bedroom. If you don’t, I will pick you up and carry you in there just the way that I did last night. Your choice.”
I should toss my coffee in his face and run. Run like hell.
And do what when he catches me?
Now isn’t the time.
I do as I’m told and go to the bedroom, taking my plate and drink with me. It feels like a concession, and I hate that.
“I have some things I must take care of. I won’t be back today but my staff will tend to you in my absence.”
“When will you return?”
“Tomorrow evening.”
That’ll be almost forty-eight hours in this hotel suite. He’s going to need to move me. And I’m guessing that tomorrow night will be it.
“My staff will be instructed to bring you whatever you request for entertainment as long as it’s within reason.”
“Great. I’ll binge-watchThe Black List.” Maybe it’ll give me an idea about how to escape this fucking mess. And kick his ass in the process.
The clock is winding down. I have until tomorrow night to plan my way out of here.
5
Tristan Broussard
It tookmost of yesterday to move Claudia’s things out of the room that adjoins mine.
My submissive’s bedroom.
Emma Lia’s bedroom.
Claudia dragged her feet and made everything about the move to the upstairs bedroom a huge pain in my ass. I finally had to chip in—me, Tristan Broussard—and help move her things so she could be out of the room in time for the interior designer to come.
I was so fucking close to telling her to forget the whole thing and go to a fucking hotel instead. I must have considered it at least a dozen times. But I couldn’t in the end; I’m a man of my word. I told her that she could stay while she finds a new Dom… so she will stay.
I wanted the designer to begin working on Emma Lia’s room yesterday afternoon, but I was forced to postpone her consultation until this morning. The whole thing turned into a rush job today with the entire staff present to get the work done. But now it’s done.
Emma Lia’s room has been emptied, cleaned from top to bottom, and filled with all-new furnishings and posh decor. The chifforobe is filled with brand-new sex toys, including every kinky supply that we’ll need for the amazing erotic venture we’re about to take together.
And I can’t fucking wait.
Emma Lia. She’s the only thing that I’m able to think about during the drive from home to the casino. I’ve been away from her for a day and a half. I can’t believe how eager I am to see her again. I’ve never been this electrified about reuniting with any of my previous submissives when we’ve been apart even for an extended period of time. But then again, my previous submissives were never untrained and awaiting my guidance.
When I enter the bedroom where I’ve been keeping Emma Lia, I find her lying on the bed on her side, her hand tucked beneath the pillow. She’s so at ease that she doesn’t so much as flinch when I enter the room.
Good. The sedatives are already working.
I sit on the bed beside her, and she opens her heavy eyes. A drawn-out sigh is the only sound in the room.
“How are you?”
“Bored. Tired.”
