Saxon's Soul (Haven, Texas 5)

“Yes.” He kept his answer deliberately short.

She gave him a look like she thought he was crazy. “I can’t wear this!”

He lifted his chin. “You can, because this is what I require you to wear.”

He saw the way she swallowed heavily. Those words affected her even though she tried to hide it. That wouldn’t be allowed for much longer.

“There’s hardly anything here.” She waved down at the silk corset, which was a deep emerald color, and a tiny, black skirt.

“Actually, this is quite generous of me. Many Doms would insist you go naked.”

Her eyes widened. “What?”

“Is being naked a hard limit? It wasn’t on your contract.” He’d gone through the club contract and her limits with her.

“No, but—”

“If you don’t like the clothes I picked out, then your other choice is to go naked. It’s that simple.”

She swallowed heavily. “You wouldn’t.”

He just raised one eyebrow.

“Who am I kidding? Of course, you would. Fuck, what have I gotten myself into?”

Smack! He landed a heavy spank on her ass. “Language,” he growled.

“Sorry.”

“Sorry?”

She looked confused for a moment, and he could see the cogs of her mind working. Then her face lightened. “Sorry, Sir.”

“Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.”

“My body, it’s not . . . I mean . . . I’ve had two children for God’s sake.”

“And you believe that has made your body less than desirable?” How could she possibly think that?

“Well, it’s just . . . I don’t know.” She blew out a breath. “It doesn’t seem like I should be prancing around naked in front of a room full of people.”

“Hmm, that’s an interesting thought. Do you have an interest in pony play?”

“What? What the fuck is pony play?”

He gave her a cold look. “Language. I’m not going to tolerate you swearing in everyday life; it’s not good for the boys to hear their mother talking like that. And I’m definitely not going to allow it when I’m in charge.”

“Sorry, Sir,” she whispered.

Damned he loved hearing her call him Sir.

“Enough procrastinating. You’re going to wear what I have put out for you because it’s what I desire and I am in charge.” He took hold of her chin, raising those gorgeous eyes up to meet his. “For the rest of the night, the only thing you should be concerned about is doing what I tell you to do. Your only worry is pleasing me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He ran his thumb over her lips. “When we’re in the club, you’ll call me Sir or Master. We’ve gone through your limits several times but is there anything that you wish to add?”

“No, Sir.”