Tristan is silent and unmoving for a moment before he pulls his hand away from mine and stands. “I need a minute to myself if you’ll excuseme.”
My heart hurts for Tristan. It truly aches in a way that I’ve never experienced for another person until this moment. I can’t imagine how Tristan must be feeling rightnow.
“I know you don’t like Tristan, but still, that must have been a gut-wrenching thing to tellhim.”
“Tristan is part of Lisette, and I cared for her dearly. For that reason, it’s not possible for me to hate him, but he does have his father in him. And that part inside him scares me foryou.”
“Tristan is very good to me, Dad. He treats me like aqueen.”
“He’d better,” my dad says. “I wouldn’t tolerate you being mistreated by him. And I’ll kill Joseph if he puts his hands on youagain.”
“I don’t think that’ll be necessary. Not after seeing the way Tristan went after Joseph.” He chose to protect me without hearing anything that his father had tosay.
I get up from the sofa, anxious to check on Tristan. “I need to make sure he’s all right. And if I had to guess, we won’t be coming backinside.”
“Understandable.”
I say my goodbyes and go out to find Tristan sitting in one of the chairs on the front porch. I don’t say a single word—not I’m sorry, not are you all right, not can I do anything to make you feel better? I don’t say a word because I know how to bring comfort to myDom.
I lower myself to my knees and assume the submissive pose at his feet. With my head bowed, I press the side of my face to his inner thigh and wrap my hand lovingly around hisleg.
His hand gently grasps the back of my neck, kneading the tense muscles there. “You know exactly what Ineed.”
The Dom inside of Tristan feels as though he has lost control. The need to regain that lost control is clawing its way through him from the inside out. “I am yours to command, to do with as youwish.”
“We’ll stay at the suite tonight. I don’t have it in me to drive home.” Tristan leans forward and lifts my face, kissing my mouth hard. “You should probably expect to use the safe wordtonight.”
“I’llresist.”
“Use it if you must. It exists because I don’t want to hurtyou.”
I don’t want to hurt you.Those words arelaughable.
“Yes, you do. You want to hurt me. You need to hurtme.”
He cradles the sides of my face and presses his forehead to mine. “I wish I didn’t need it, bebelle. But fuck, Ido.”
I place my hands on top of his. “I need what you need. Whatever it maybe.”
“You really mean that, don’tyou?”
I nod. “Ido.”
I have given him every part of myself. And he has taken it all, shaping me into the submissive I am meant tobe.
I kneel only for him… and I amadored.
I am his whore… and I am hisqueen.
I am a submissive… and I belong tohim.
I amhis.
