Cole's Mistake (Haven, Texas 8)

But Keira would be coming home with him. And that was all that mattered. Something Cole would never have since he’d made it pretty clear he no longer wanted them after that kiss they’d all shared. He’d drawn the line in the sand. He wanted things strictly professional so that’s what Julian and Keira would give him.

They were standing in the corner of the large dungeon, watching everyone. He wanted a minute to take everything in. He knew he should probably be more assertive. Claim a spot and start playing. They’d taken every class offered by Joel; they were ready. Yet, something held him back.

Maybe you’re not quite dominant enough. Maybe you won’t give her what she needs. Maybe she’ll reject you.

No. Keira would never reject him. She was his. His wife. His lover. Just because he wasn’t good enough for Cole Saxon didn’t mean anything. That man had a stick so far up his ass, it was a wonder he didn’t get splinters in his teeth.

Cole didn’t take a shit without asking his board’s permission. If Julian had realized how conservative, how in denial he was, then he never would have allowed Keira to fantasize about him. And then she never would have gotten hurt by his rejection.

Protecting Keira was his top priority.

He’d been with men in the past. Meaningless, short encounters. But he’d never felt an attraction towards a man like he did towards Cole. He’d also never felt a need to submit before like he did with him. That part confused him. How could he want to take control with Keira, yet when he thought of Cole it was him following the other man’s commands.

He shook that thought off. Cole didn’t even like BDSM. He thought it was an abomination. Another reason he and Keira had given up on their interest in their boss. Or tried to. As soon as they’d started training sessions, they’d both realized Joel had been right. It was what they desired, needed, wanted.

And if the man they wanted thought their needs were unnatural, then he wasn’t the man for them.

“Julian?” she said quietly. “Are you all right?”

Her anxiety was clear to see. Keira had always been a worrier. She had her hands pressed together, rubbing against one another.

“Sugar tits, look at me.”

She glanced up immediately,

rolling her eyes, a sign of disrespect, even though he’d deliberately provoked her with the ridiculous nickname. He liked to call her something outrageous when she was going too far into her own head. It worked better than using logic or trying to cajole her.

He cupped her chin, and she melted slightly at the dominant gesture. “Rolling your eyes at your Dom is very naughty. I think you’re owed some punishment for that.”

A fire lit in her eyes. Oh, his girl loved having her butt spanked. She might change her mind if she ever experienced a true punishment spanking. But he couldn’t see her earning one of those. His girl was a pleaser. She got satisfaction out of helping others. And, since he was the person she loved most in this world, he knew he was her priority. Always.

He took hold of her hand and looked around the room. A lot of the stations were full. Some of them had been booked in advance. Each play area had an electronic tablet attached to a pole or the wall, depending on where it was located, and the bookings were displayed there.

He took hold of her hand, interlinking their fingers. “Do not move further than two feet from me without permission, understand?”

Pleasure filled her face. He fucking loved that. Keira deserved the world, and he’d give her whatever she needed. Luckily, this was something he desired as well.

He headed to an empty spanking bench and checked the bookings. Clear for the next hour. Perfect. He entered his ID number, and it automatically entered his details. When he’d gone through all of this with the club manager, Grace, he’d been given the option of using an alias. He understood for some people being seen there or if proof were leaked, it could ruin their reputations. Joel ran a tight ship. They’d had to sign contracts stating they wouldn’t talk about anything that happened in here or anyone they’d seen.

“Kneel here, cupcake, while I get the station ready.”

Another eyeroll. He knew he should admonish her; they weren’t concealed in a dark corner anymore. But he couldn’t be as strict on her as he knew other Doms would be. He shook his head at her. She knelt and gave him a sorry look. His baby wasn’t a brat. Much as she loved a spanking, she wouldn’t deliberately disobey him to get one. Because she knew all she had to do was ask and he’d give her whatever she needed.

“Find your position, kitten,” he told her. He’d given her the nickname years ago, because of how much she loved to curl up on his lap.

She spread her legs, which made her short skirt ride up her thighs. All she wore underneath was a tiny G-string, which was also black. Maybe he should start going with her when she bought her clothes. Hmm, that could be fun.

Her hands went behind her back, thrusting her breasts out. Her heavy globes pushed against the corset, almost begging him to free them. He stepped forward and ran his finger across the top of her breasts. “These shouldn’t be hidden away.”

A hint of wariness filled her eyes. He knew she wasn’t ready to bare them. Not yet.

He slipped his finger under the corset and ran it over her nipple. She gasped, biting down on her lip as she looked up at him with arousal-filled eyes.

“My baby is turned on, isn’t she? Was it watching everyone else play? Or is it because you know you’re going to get your bottom spanked?”

“It’s you, Sir,” she whispered.

He raised his eyebrows, delight filling him. “Is that so?”