Page 77 of Black Light: Cured

“Lila…” His voice carries a warning edge to it, like I might be in trouble if I don’t answer.

“Well, there is a gem show coming up that I want to go to.” I resist the urge to wince, prepared for

him to think it’s a stupid way to spend his money.

“Spend it on that then. I don’t want to hear any more about the subject.”

My mouth drops open for a moment, waiting for him to add to it, but he doesn’t. Instead, he checks

his phone, as if the conversation is done. What do I do now? If I try to give it back to him again, it

will be like disobeying him. And I certainly don’t want to do that.

Reaching down, I stuff the bills the rest of the way into my small clutch and close it up, forcing it

out of my brain. It won’t do anything to keep mulling over it. Master Aiden has shown time and again

that he’s a stubborn bastard and will get what he wants in the end.

Once more, the waiter comes over with our water and a wine for the table. Picking up the menu, I

quickly scan it, worried that I’ll make them wait.

“Would you like me to order for you?” The tone in his voice is casual, light, but his face is hungry,

expectant.

Is he asking as my Dominant? Or as my new boyfriend? Either way, I nod and put my menu down

and slide it over to him. With him ordering, I can’t be held responsible for how much things cost. In

fact, the very idea is freeing, enough that I might be able to actually eat some of this expensive food

and not get nauseated at the thought.

“Do you have a safe word in mind,” he asks once we’re alone again, and for a moment, all

thinking flies out the window.

“Not really. I usually just do the stoplight thing.”

“I don’t want what every other Dominant has had. I want something unique, something that’s us.

Lavender. I think our safe word should be lavender.” The cursed word is breathed softly, making it

the first time in my entire life I’ve ever been turned on by that stupid oil.

Leaning a little closer, he whispers, “You might want to check your lipstick. Bathroom is over to

the left. Oh, and while you’re at it… I want your panties. Take them off and bring them back to me.

Understand?” He takes in my wide gaze and laughs, a throaty sound that makes my stomach flip with

anticipation.

As I pull back, he continues to stare me down as if daring me to use our new safe word. But I

can’t. Not with something like this. Besides, with how long this dress is, I don’t even have to be that