I barely make it down the stairs to the main floor of The Club. I have one hand in Ret’s and the other gripping the railing, holding on for dear life as I try to steady myself and not tumble to the bottom.

He helps me to the same booth we sat in earlier. The evil bastard made me keep the plug and the bullet nestled inside me when we left the room. Like I didn’t have a hard enough time walking from the intense orgasm, having my ass filled and my pussy stuffed made everything worse.

When I slide across the seat, the plug digs deeper into me. I squeeze my legs together, trying to relieve the pressure that built up during the walk, but my overly sensitive clit only makes things worse.

“Let’s talk about tonight and how you feel,” he says, motioning toward our waitress we had earlier.

“I feel good,” I tell him, staring straight into his eyes.

“Was it hard for you to follow commands?” he asks and rubs the palms of his hands against his jeans.

I shake my head. “Not really. Usually, I find it hard, but you made me comfortable and so turned on that I was willing to do anything you told me.”

“Good.” He smiles and glances toward the waitress when she sets our drinks down. “How do you feel about the plug and bullet still being inside of you?”

“Fine,” I lie through my teeth and plaster on a fake smile. Literally, I have my jaw clenched when I answer him.

“Liar,” he says and laughs before pushing my drink in front of me. “But it shows me your dedication.”

He continues to talk, but I tune him out. Not because I’m not interested, but because he’s so handsome I can’t help but watch his facial expressions and the movement of his lips. They’re fuller than those of most men—lush and completely kissable. The slight stubble on his face makes him look older and more domineering.

The same strand of hair that constantly falls in front of his face springs loose and rests against his forehead. I want to reach up and move it, just to touch him, but I resist the urge.

“What do you think?” he asks, pulling me from my appraisal of him.

“Can you repeat the question?” I smile, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

He raises an eyebrow, and the corner of his lip twitches. “Do you want to meet me here again next weekend?”

Without hesitation, I say, “Yes.” And I nod a little too eagerly.

“Good.” He smiles and my heart flutters. “But I won’t promise not to touch you next time.”

I can’t stop myself from smiling more. “I’d like that.” I pull my bottom lip in between my teeth. If I am being completely honest, I want him to touch me right now.

“But not until you ask for it. Normally, if you were mine, I’d do what I want. But since we’re new and you’re still not convinced of your submissiveness, I’m going to go easy on you.”

My eyes widen, and I’m caught off guard. “You are?”

He nods. “I won’t for long, so don’t get too used to it.”

I lick my lips, his words sending a tingle down my spine. “What does easy mean?”

“If things work out and you agree, I’m going to make you mine. Then I expect complete submission.”

My hand goes to my neck, and I can feel my heart racing under my arm. Hearing him say that makes my body ache for his touch. Which is odd, because no one has ever had this effect on me before.

I try to swallow the sudden dryness in my mouth. “I like the sound of that.” I take a sip of my newly delivered champagne, relishing the coolness as it slides down my throat, and the sweetness skids across my tongue.

He rubs his chin with one hand and stares at me. “We’ll see how this week goes, plus our time together next weekend, and then we’ll check if you feel the same.”

“This week?” I ask, choking on my drink.

His hand drops to his drink, moving it around the table and swirling it within the glass. “I’ll be texting you all week. I expect you to wear the plug during the day while you’re at work, but you can take it out once you get home. When the plug comes out, the bullet goes in.”

I cough and grip my throat, trying to clear the last bit of champagne that’s causing me to choke. “All day?” My voice is strangled as I reply.

“All. Day,” he says, punctuating each word for effect. “Understood?”

My shoulders hunch, and I drop my voice to almost a whisper. “But I’m a teacher.”

He raises an eyebrow, challenging me. “And your point is?”

Normally, I’d argue the point, hence my switch tendencies. But for some strange reason, I don’t with him. What am I talking about? I know why I don’t try to get out of it—because I want him.

The time I spent together with him, looking into his eyes and watching him touch himself, was the single most erotic period in my life. No other man has come even remotely close to his ability to turn me on.

“Fine,” I mumble and turn the glass between my palms.

He laughs lightly, his face softening, and my belly flips in response. “Be good this week, and I’ll make sure you enjoy next weekend.”

My heart starts to race at the thought of him touching me. I stare at him, fantasizing about the moment he slides his thick, long shaft inside of me. I must’ve been lost in thought because my body jolts when he turns the bullet on full blast.

“Oh!” I moan and gasp when my palms flatten against the table.

“Pay attention to me when I speak,” he says and turns it off.

Instantly, I miss the sensation and wonder how far to push my luck to get another shot. “Sorry.”

“Better,” he says and lifts the glass to his mouth. Again, I watch as his lips touch the glass, wishing I could feel his mouth on me.

“When you’re alone this week, you’re not allowed to come unless you ask for permission first.”

I purse my lips and try not to let my frustration show. When I don’t answer right away, the bullet starts again. I’m happy for a moment, shifting my body and causing the plug to dig deeper in my ass.

“Alese?” he says.

“Yes! Yes!” I scream as my clit rubs against my thigh, and I’m close to coming before the vibrations die.

“You’re already breaking the rules.”

I glance down and peek through my eyelashes at him. His partially amused smile makes me blush. “I’m sorry.” I clear my throat, and even I know it’s bullshit as it comes out of my mouth.

“Repeat the last thing I told you.” His eyes darken, and I wonder if I should push my luck but decide against it.

“I’m not allowed to come without permission.” My voice isn’t smooth, and I linger a little too long on the last word.

His hand clamps down on my leg, holding me in place as the bullet starts up—more intense than the last time. I want to squirm, but his hand stops me. Bastard.

“Good, piccola,” he whispers to me, keeping his hand on my knee when the vibrations stop.

My back slumps into the corner of the booth, and I’m just as turned on as I was upstairs. This is going to be a long fucking week.

When we finish our drinks and he exhausts me with conversation, I wonder if I’ll run home and instantly dig into my toy chest for my favorite vibrator.

“Don’t even think about it,” he says as if he read my mind while we stand at the door.

My eyebrows draw together as I peer up at his large frame. “What?” I play the innocent card and shrug my shoulders.

He leans forward, bringing his mouth so close to my ear that his lips are almost touching me. “Do not come. Don’t test me, Alese, or you’ll be sorry.”

A shiver runs down my spine and my body clenches, the bullet and the plug making everything worse. His voice is so deep and sexy that I could almost get off from his words alone.

“Yes.”

He places his hand on the small of my back and walks me to my car. I’m so turned on by his simple touch and his smell, besides everything else, that I wonder if I’ll ever be able to fall asleep.

He opens the door, and I slide in. “Text me when you’re home safely.”

I nod and grip the keys tightly in my hand. “I will.”

“Until next time, Alese,” he says, closing the door and taking the air from my lungs with him.

I relax into the seat and allow myself to take a few deep, cleansing breaths. “Man, he’s intense yet not,” I say so only I can hear.

I start to giggle with excitement because, after months of secretly watching Ret, I’ve had my first taste and I want more.

Before I can move to start the car, I yelp. I grip the steering wheel, my fingers strangling the leather, before the vibrations stop.

Ret: Go home.

I laugh again and start to look around, finding that he has only backed up a few feet and is watching me with his arms crossed and his phone in one hand.

I wave and bite my lip, laughing softly as I start the car and pull away. My eyes are moving between the road and his reflection in my rearview mirror as I come to a stop at the exit.

I’ve never wanted to give myself to any man more than I want to throw myself at Ret’s feet and beg him to become my Master.

I never thought that would happen. But there’s something about him that makes me want to give up control. There’s something in the way he talks to me that makes me feel wanted. I crave his attention, wondering when the next time will come that he’ll text me or give me a command.

I’d never tell him, but the very idea excites me to no end.