His words hurt me. Made me feelinsignificant.
I don’t want to think about thatanymore.
“How long is this Vegasgetaway?”
“A week. Everything is still in the early stages, so I’ll be attending a lot of meetings. This trip is going to be all business for me. You’ll be free to do as you like as long as you’re available to me when I wantyou.”
Available to talk. To fuck. To suck his dick. Whatever he needs in the moment. He doesn’t have to say the words. I already know that my duties in Vegas won’t differ from what they are here in New Orleans. I’m his to do with as hepleases.
“What time is ourflight?”
“I chartered a private jet. We’re scheduled to leave at seven in themorning.”
“I guess I’ll spend todaypacking.”
“Elizabeth will be bringing over some new clothes for you to tryon.”
“Do I get tochoose?”
“If you like. But I’ve already chosen the lingerie that you’ll be taking to wear for me.” He grins. “I want us to explore our Dom-sub relationship on a much deeper level while we’re on this trip. You should expect many newthings.”
New experiences with Tristan. That’s exciting and frightening as fuck at the sametime.
* * *
“We have a reservation under Broussard.”
The clerk’s nails click against the keyboard as she types his name. “Tristan Broussard? Seven-night stay in the presidentialsuite?”
“Correct.”
No surprise there. Of course, Tristan booked the best room that this casinohas.
“Wonderful. It’ll only take a moment to get you checked in, Mr. and Mrs.Broussard.”
I don’t fail to pick up on the twitch of Tristan’s hand resting on the counter or the minuscule lift at each side of his mouth when the clerk calls me Mrs. Broussard. “Thank you. My wife and I would appreciate a speedy check-in. We had an early flight, and we’re both verytired.”
The pull at the corners of his mouth tug a little harder when he looks at me. “Isn’t that right, Mrs.Broussard?”
Okay. I can play this game if he likes. “Yes. I would love to lie down before we goout.”
The bellhop loads our bags onto the cart, and we follow him to the elevators. “I guess that you’re used to your subs being mistaken for your wife,” Iwhisper.
“That’s actually the first time it’s ever happened; you’re the first sub that I’ve brought on one of mytrips.”
“Really?” I assumed that he took all of his subs with him since he told me in the beginning that he would be taking me on his businesstrips.
“Our relationship is new. I wasn’t ready to be apart from you.” He lowers his voice. “I have a lot of new things that I want to do to you. I wasn’t willing to wait aweek.”
Ohshit.
“Do you remember your safeword?”
“Rouge,” Ianswer.
“I gave you a safe word to use if you can’t handle what I’m going to do to you. Don’t forgetit.”
The suite is enormous, the decor extravagant with no shortage of luxurious furnishings in shades of gold and taupe. The bathroom is majestic in matching tones. My mouth may drop a little when I see the enormous shower with a gazillion faucet heads and a gigantic jetted tub the size of a small swimming pool. I get a little tingly between my legs when I think about Tristan getting into the tub with me like he did at home lastnight.
