He leans down, presses a closed-mouth kiss to my lips, and digs his fingers into the flesh on my ass. “Have a funday.”
“Iwill.”
“I’ll text when I’m finished with my meetings, and we’ll have dinnertogether.”
“Do you want to choose my outfit now so I can be dressed and ready to go when you finish with yourmeetings?”
He looks thoughtful for a moment. “Wear the royal blue dress. Hair down in loose curls. Nighttime makeup that will go well with thedress.”
“As youwish.”
He moves his hand from behind his back, and I see why he was keeping it out of my sight. “I’m going to use this on youtonight.”
Shit.
Strips of leather attached to a leather braided handle. All black. The thing screams pain. Andecstasy.
He drags the leather tails of the flogger over my thighs. “We both have all day to think aboutit.”
I’m tempted to ask him to hit me with it now, so I won’t spend the day worrying about it. The words are on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t bring myself to saythem.
“I’m very excited about taking our relationship to this next level. How are you feeling aboutit?”
“Scared.”
“I understand, bebelle. But I’m not going to do anything to you that you can’t handle. Ever. All you have to say is rouge, and it ends right then and there. I swear this toyou.”
I look at the flogger in his hand. “What if I can’t handleit?”
“We’ll start out slowly, and you can tell me what’s okay and what’s not. I will listen and honor whatever yousay.”
I nod. “All right.” I want to tell him that I trust him. I know that’s something that is very important to him, but I’m not thereyet.
Tristan leans down and kisses my forehead, and it feels so affectionate. “I will see you thisevening.”
“Allright.”
“Enjoy your massage and spaday.”
As if there’s a chance I wouldn’t. “I have a feeling that Iwill.”
An affectionate kiss on the forehead thismorning.
An ass-whippingtonight.
I need a massage because the man gives mewhiplash.
The door shuts and I pick up the flogger. I drag the leather strips over the palm of my hand and know exactly what I have to do if I’m to have any peace of mindtoday.
I lift the flogger and bring it down as hard as I can on my thigh. The leather strips sting my skin, but it’s tolerable. Maybe even pleasurable in a weird kind of way, but I already know that there will be a lot more velocity behind it when Tristan uses it onme.
Maybe he’ll let me be Mrs. Broussardagain.
* * *
I enterthe spa and the receptionist heads me off before I can say a word. “Mrs.Broussard?”
Well, well. It looks like I am Mrs. Broussard. “Yes.”
