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“Well, there’s the sex.”

Thanks, Nova.

“Except it’s not about rough, possessive sex with a dominant who looks great and smells good. It’s the release they give you. I don’t know how else to explain it.”

Nova is losing interest in me. I can tell because there’s someone in a suit making eyes at her from across the room. Never seen them before. Probably here on business from out of town. Dark hair. Dark eyes. Tanned. The kind you expect to hear a sexy accent from. They nurse a hard drink and won’t remove their gaze from Nova’s curls and tiny, pebble-like nipples poking through her lingerie.

“For the love of God, go get some.”

I finish Nova’s drink for her after she leaves, slinking her way to her rich partner. I watch them out of the corner of my eye. They’re staring at her tits and ass, but they’re also listening to her soft words, waiting for permission to touch her, The moment they do, Nova sighs into their gentle embrace, and just like that, these two are paired off for the evening.

That happened faster than junk at regular nightclubs.

Just my luck, I soon see the stranger take their new prize to a dark corner, lift her against the wall, pull aside her thong, and start fucking her without a care for who’s watching – like me.

I don’t feel like a perv in places like these. Half the room is covertly watching them, some leaning in to whisper into ears and vice versa. More than one couple is making out as this party gets going.

Nova is a woman living in ecstasy. She met this person fifteen minutes ago, but they’re already inside her, thrusting like a maniac between her legs and whispering into her ear. Her fingers curl against the back of their jacket, wrinkling it, trying to tear it apart before they can get away from her.

It makes me think about Ira, about the times she slammed me against a wall and had her way with me. Is that what we looked like? Was I that… relenting?

Back then, did I want this from her?

Why do I want it now?

I almost text ask her to join me here. Even if we don’t have sex in front of people – which I’m not into – it might be nice to see how she reacts to the people around us, but I don’t text her. I don’t even entertain going over to her place to see if she’s available for cuddles and sex. I know it’s a bad idea when I’m in this state.

There will be plenty of times for that bullshit when I willingly let myself be collared for three whole days, starting Wednesday night.

I guess I’ll find out if I do understand where women like Nova are coming from.

Chapter 58

Ira

God help me, I’m more excited than a kid learning how to drive.

More excited than a kid stealing Dad’s car and winging how to drive so they can sneak off to their first rock concert. Not that I know anything about that…

You see, it’s Wednesday. The day Katie is going to put on her collar and not take it off for a whole three days. Her body won’t be the only thing that’s mine. She’ll do anything I command – within reason – learning how to serve as well as submit.

Not just sexually. Beyond sexually.

As I’ve told you before, I don’t think much about living the BDSM life full-time. I know plenty of couples who do that and are very happy. I’ve said before that I think it could be draining and even limiting – from my end. That’s why I think three days is a good limit. Katie can handle three days, and that’s probably about as long as I can handle too.

Fuck I’m excited!

I haven’t seen her all day. She’s working, but she’s taking care of certain matters on the other side of town while I continue to oversee the remodel at The Ace. I won’t see her until after dinner. She’s coming to my place with an overnight bag full of day clothes and a few other things I’ve asked her to bring.

I mailed her the collar, requesting she show up wearing it. Any inhibitions needed to be dealt with before she arrived. And yes, she had a few. During a phone call last night, she requested that I give her an hour or two a day to take off her collar and recharge. I was glad she had that kind of foresight. She must take care of herself like that.

It makes me even more excited. You have no idea.

Dinner is take-out again. Vivian joins me in my kitchen, where we discuss her family life and talk briefly about mine. I haven’t told anyone about Kathleen, although I think my assistant suspects it. She’s quick like that.

“That Kathleen Allen sure gives you a run for your money,” she says with a twinkle in her eye. “That kind of woman could be good for you.”

Don’t I know it.