His to Command

“I said no.” Kate’s head was swirling with confusing thoughts and emotions, and she wasn’t sure what to believe, but there was one thing she was certain of: Ileana would not leave here with anything she didn’t have when she’d arrived.

Except my peace of mind.

Ileana’s eyes narrowed, but she drew her shoulders back, then turned and marched out, slamming the front door behind her.

Kate drew a sigh of relief, but one thing kept nagging at her. What else hadn’t Matt told her?

* * *

Kate glanced at her watch. Matt actually said he’d be back in about an hour, but she’d wanted Ileana out of here. She had hoped that telling her Matt would arrive imminently would hasten her exit.

She gripped the banister and slowly walked up the stairs. Step by step. Heading toward Matt’s room at the end of the hall. She pushed open the door, then walked toward the bed, staring at the bedside table as if it were Pandora’s box.

Which to her it was.

If she opened that drawer and found an engagement ring, it would not only back up Ileana’s story about him giving her a ring—which was already pretty clear from the pictures—but it would prove that Matt still had feelings for Ileana. Otherwise, why would he keep the ring? And so handy.

Did he pull it out and stare at it, wondering if he had made the wrong choice chasing after Kate? Did his heart really belong to Ileana?

She sank onto the bed. Had Matt really come after Kate—offered to invest in her company and all—just to engineer things to get her here for this week of domination? She stared at the closed drawer. For Matt, the money was pocket change, so it was possible.

At a noise from downstairs, her gaze darted to the doorway. Had that been the lock on the front door unlatching? She grabbed her cell phone from her pocket and stared at it. Oh, God, Matt had texted her again, saying that he’d been able to get away earlier than he thought and he’d be home in five minutes. That was five minutes ago. She had been so caught up in her emotional turmoil, it hadn’t registered.

The door opened, then closed.

What would she do? He expected her to be ready for their next lesson. When he’d been called to the office this morning, efficient Matt had decided to use this as an opportunity. A Dom would expect his obedient submissive to be ready and waiting for him.

Part of her wanted to march down the stairs and confront him about his relationship with Ileana, and the ring. But what was the point? She didn’t own him. She wasn’t even in a relationship with him. And he’d made it clear this wouldn’t lead to a relationship.

She could hear him on the stairs and her heart thundered in her chest.

The only thing she could reasonably be angry about was that he’d lied to her about his relationship with Ileana, but maybe he’d done that to spare her feelings. Or maybe Ileana had lied to her, despite the pictures.

Okay, she needed time to think. She wasn’t ready to confront Matt about any of this right now. Especially after what had happened last night.

She heard Matt’s footsteps on the hardwood floor of the hallway.

It would be easier to continue with their plans, then gather her wits later. She would confront Matt about these things then.

But what would she do right now? She glanced around the room in a panic. She didn’t have time to don the leather outfit he’d given her. It was in her room anyway. And he’d be here in seconds.

What would a good sub do?

She began tugging off her clothes, thrusting the pieces under the bed, out of sight, then she stripped off her bra.

His footsteps drew closer.

She whipped off her panties and threw them and the bra out of sight as well, then climbed on the bed and did the only thing she could think of. She got into the position he had taught her in her apartment when she’d asked him to explain about the training.

She knelt and placed her head on the bed, widened her knees, and lifted her ass in the air, her back end toward the doorway.

* * *

Matt walked into the room and his breath caught as he saw Kate’s naked ass hiked up in the air, her knees wide and her intimate folds on display. His gaze locked on her shaven pussy, and his cock lurched to attention.

“Hello, Kate.”

“Hello, Mr. Pearce.” Her voice was a little muffled with her head turned sideways and her cheek pressed against the duvet.