Page 59 of No Going Back

“Come with me.”

She took the offered hand and stood. Guy led her through the apartment to the master bedroom, where he told her to wait.

With her eyes lowered, all Maddie could do was guess what he was doing with the bags he’d carried up from the car. The rustle of clothing hinted at the removal of his jacket, maybe his tie, too. Only Guy would turn up on a day off dressed for the office. He’d never truly embraced the concept of casual wear. She’d teased him about it in the past, and wondered if, second time around, she’d have a better chance of introducing him to the concept of wearing jeans. More than a decade on, he still had a butt that would make denim look magnificent.

“And what, I wonder, is the reason for that devious little smile?”

His tone indicated the expectation of a response. It’d have to be an honest one, too—anything else, and she’d be storing up trouble for her own butt. “I wondered if you were removing your jacket, which led me to other thoughts.”

“I see. And what precisely is the nature of those other thoughts?”

He’d never been one to let her off the hook easily. Even when she’d thought she’d got away with something, he had an unerring knack for uncovering the truth. Sometimes he uncovered it in ways that made her body sing. “I was debating whether I’d ever persuade you to wear a pair of jeans.”

“Never.”

Maddie’s lips twitched again. She could almost hear the theatrical shudder of revulsion encapsulated in the heartfelt vow. “Never say never, Sire.”

“In this case, kitten, you can take my decision as final. Now, given that we had lunch and were late leaving, what do you propose we should do to fill the time until dinner?”

A multitude of images crossed Maddie’s mind, but there could be only one answer. “Whatever my Master desires.”

“Hmm, let me see. I think a nap would be a good idea. Then we can get ready for dinner and the theatre.”

“Dinner and the theatre?”

“Yes, dinner and the theatre. I believe that’s what I mentioned on Monday.”

He had, she couldn’t deny it, but she was bordering on delirious after four days of monumental amounts of arousal and no orgasms. So this was what sexual starvation felt like.

“Dinner and the theatre will be lovely.”

“I’m glad you think so. I made a reservation at your favourite restaurant, and we have a box at the Garrick for that musical extravaganza you told me about.”

Which he’d said he’d hate, but he’d booked tickets anyway. That was so like the Master she remembered. “You’re spoiling me.”

His hearty laugh in response wasn’t what she expected. “Oh, my darling kitten—you have no idea what I have in store for you.”

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When he’d said they’d nap, he was only partly right. He’d fitted cuffs to her wrists, clipped them together, and put her in chastity again. The last seemed to be his new favourite thing. He’d then curved his naked body around hers, which was where the op deviated from the plan. He slept all right—for her, it was a different story. While his low, rhythmic breath caressed her nape, she’d battled a shit ton of frustration at having him so close and not having him inside her.

And she needed him inside her.

She’d thought she’d got off lightly too, when he hadn’t banned her from wearing underwear. Tricky bastard. The dress he’d bought for her as a surprise hadn’t been designed to accommodate a bra, but she could deal with that. He hadn’t said a word on the way to the theatre, lulling her into a false sense of security. No, the trap had been sprung during the first piece of loud music.

The note was short and explicit in its instruction. Removing her thong without attracting attention had required a fair amount of yogic wriggling, but she’d managed it. Her sole item of underwear had then taken up residence in his jacket pocket, where it remained for the rest of the evening.

In a private box at the theatre, Guy was a silent weapon of mass destruction in human form. After the performance, on the way back to his apartment, Maddie’s legs still quivered with the effort of fending off multiple orgasms. Her fiend of a Master had driven her almost insane and still never given her permission to come. She was beginning to think he’d never let her climax again.

Guy assisted her out of the car when they arrived back at his apartment. After he dismissed the driver, they rode up to the penthouse in silence. Maddie didn’t need words, not when her hand was enclosed in Guy’s, held so tight, it felt as if he’d never let her go.

At that image, another thought reared its ugly head. No—she wasn’t going to let that ruin this evening, or this weekend. They had time for this, perhaps their last special occasion together. Yana was still safe, and even if those black SUVs Maddie had seen did belong to Kuznetsov, he hadn’t tracked her down yet. If he had, she’d know it—his boss, Srenko, wouldn’t tolerate anything less than immediate action.

Guy ushered her into his apartment. Remembering her instructions, Maddie slipped out of her shoes and removed her jewellery. Finally, with the utmost care, she divested herself of the elegant gown. As she knelt with her thighs parted and her hands clasped at the base of her spine, a sweeping sense of contentment overcame her. Her heart had finally come home.

“You’re looking pleased with yourself.”

“Not at all, Sire. I was just thinking about this evening, and how much I enjoyed it.”