My eyes widen. “So hold up.” I lift a hand, fingers pointing upward. “You’re saying people can watch on the other side of the security camera what I’d be doing inside a playroom? I don’t know if I’d be okay with that.”
He smirks at me, and it goes straight to my pussy. “As your brother-in-law so eloquently put it when your sister questioned the same thing, this is where you could apply a ‘special treatment card.’ Call it a perk of being the owner’s woman. Twyla, Vi, Clarice and you, if you were to join, are the only submissives who have the option that if you don’t want anyone watching what we do behind the closed curtain, my partners will respect your wishes.”
I’m already nodding frantically before he even finishes the sentence. “That’s a solid red light from me.”
His face softens, as he must see something in my expression that tells him the reason I don’t want to be on video. Or maybe he just recalls the night before last and what it was like for me during a sexual encounter. “Stepping out of my therapist role and speaking personally, goddess—I, for one, want you all to myself and would prefer to keep our scenes private. But for the sake of being a good Dom whose job it is not to withhold anything that may bring you pleasure, you should know that another good thing about having such a strict membership process is we’ve established an incredible group of likeminded people with a passion for the BDSM lifestyle. They see nothing but beauty in the scenes, the bodies and actions like living art. So if you ever wanted to allow voyeurs to observe, it’s an option I’d be willing to discuss in the future.”
And with that, I realize Neil truly is like the Dominant heroes in my books. He’s so observant, aware of everything I could possibly need or want before I even think of it myself. In fact, he might be even better than the heroes in my books, at least the ones I’ve read, because who better to be a Dom than a sex therapist who can read his submissive like an open book. He’s trained and practiced for this his entire life. There’s no one more perfect, more qualified in the entire world, and for some reason, he’s in love with me.
The steel cage around my heart suddenly springs open like a jack in the box, catapulting my heart back into its rightful position, leaving behind that old promise to myself to never fall in love again.
“And to answer your question, Seth and Twyla worked together as Dom and sub to create a scene to act out at the club in a private playroom that helped heal and replace what happened during her trauma,” he finishes, slipping the papers back into his leather folio and setting it aside.
I feel a small smile tug at my lips. “Hm.” My eyes lift to his, suddenly feeling a little lighter. “Guess I was on to something in the shower, huh, Viking?”
His eyes flash and his nostrils flare, and after he sets his notepad and pen on top of the folio with deliberate movements, he looks back up at me with those oceanlike orbs.
“Your hour is up, Ms. Quill.”Chapter 12DocMonday morning, before I go to my office, I stop by the Imperium Security office to check on updates for our cases. Seth is sitting at the front desk, tapping away on the computer, and when I enter through the glass door, he looks up and gives me a big grin. He pulls off his reading glasses and comes around the desk, giving me a giant man-hug with a slap on the back.
“It’s about damn time you staked your claim, bro,” he tells me cheerfully. “I mean, not that she goes anywhere for her to get snatched up or anything. But still. I’m a proud papa.”
I roll my eyes. “We’re working on that. She enrolled at my gym and has gone to two group exercise classes in the past two days, and she’s planning on going again today during my lunch break so she can work out with me.”
He nods. “Probably a good idea. Our Quill girls are hot. I’d tell you to look into getting a home gym, but that kind of defeats the purpose of getting her out of the house, huh?”
“Any news on any of our cases?” I ask to change the subject, not wanting to think of the book cover beefcake lookalikes at our gym checking out my woman while I’m not there, and make a mental note to always try to go when she does.
“Actually, yes,” he tells me. “That mansion just outside of town that Brian had a bad feeling about? We’ve been watching it more closely ever since he set up surveillance on it, and there seems to be something very fishy going on over there.”