“Three bedrooms?” she asks and she can’t hide the disappointment in her voice.
I smile against her skin and pull her earlobe into my mouth. “Mmmhmm,” I murmur, intentionally waiting a few seconds before I continue. “Gives us plenty of space to stretch out.”
Sophia smiles and lifts her hand to my face before running her fingers through my hair. “You’re teasing me, Dom. That’s not nice,” she says in mock admonition.
“You don’t want three bedrooms?” I ask, teasing her, testing her, and loving her reaction to me.
“Three bedrooms are fine—as long as you don’t mind that the other two won’t be used without you,” she purrs back at me.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this, Sophia? We can wait a little longer—I can wait for you to be ready, to be sure this is what you want with me. Another week or two won’t kill me.”
In all actuality, itmaykill me. Waiting for her anotherhourmay kill me, but it’s something I’m willing to do if it means she feels safe, secure, and protected with me. If it means that she will never compare me to her former…I can’t bring myself to call him a Sir because a real man wouldnevertreat her the way he must have. But if it means she sees he was never what I can be to her, it’s worth the wait.
My inner Dom resurfaces and changes my tune. Shewillfeel safe, secure, and protected with me. The only comparisons that will be made will be how lacking she finds him. And she will see that he isn’t even a real man, much less a real dominant—he’s a real dick who preys on women. I will be everything she’s ever needed, nothing she’s ever had, and the only thing she will never be able to live without again.
Iamher Dom. She will feel me when I’m not even there. She will hear my words whispered in her ear even when she’s asleep. No man will ever come close to touching her again after I’ve shown her what I can do.
She is mine.
Claim staked.
Territory marked.
