Page 119 of Beneath the Blue Moon

***Ethan***

There’s no way I’ll be able to get this silly grin off my

face today. The guys can tease me all they want—I’m a happy man. The world

should know. After my second shower of the morning, I find her sitting on the

edge of the bed waiting for me. I walk over to her and stroke her cheek; she

leans in to the caress like a cat being petted.

“You did well, my love.”

“Um… thank you? Was it a test?”

“No. But it was different than what you’re used to.”

She was amazing actually. I expected her to run away, but

she didn’t. She didn’t even complain once. I grab a fresh uniform from the

closet and lay it on the bed while I get underwear and a T-shirt.

“Ethan?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you….”

She pauses and I look over at her expectantly. “Do I what?”

“Do you enjoy… anal sex?”

“Never tried it.”

“Do you… want to?”

I raise a questioning brow. “Do you?”

“I just thought….”

“If this is about what I did downstairs, that was for you. I

have no interest in going farther.”

A look of relief spreads across her face, and I take her

hand, pulling her to her feet. I slip my hand beneath her robe, trailing my

fingers along her lips. She moans, grabbing my shoulders.

“Besides, this stretches for me.” I grab her ass, squeezing

the cheek. “This doesn’t. And like you said, I’m a big man.”

She thrusts her hips toward me, and I pull away before I

give in to the urge to stay in bed with her all day. She groans, falling back

to the bed.

“Sam’s picking you up in an hour to take you to Billings,” I

tell her.

“For what?”

“That’s the next surprise. You’ll know once you get there.”

“Okay.”

I’ve never seen her so pliant. Maybe I should start each day

off like this. She stands as I shrug my shirt on and proceeds to button it for

me, then watches attentively until I’ve tucked it into my pants and done up the

button, zipper, and belt. I wish I knew what she’s thinking; she seems lost in

thought. When I sit on the bed to put my shoes on, she falls to her knees

before me.

“Let me.”

She ties my laces and looks up at me with a bright smile.

“What’s gotten into you?”

“What? I can’t take care of my man?”

“Tell me. Now.”

Her smile fades, and she bites her lip. “That.”

“What?”

She takes a deep breath and looks up at me helplessly.

“I feel this need to… serve you. To do whatever you

say.”

“I see.”

“It’s not you. You haven’t been any bossier than you were

before but it’s like I’ve lost my free will. I can no longer choose whether I

want to obey or not.”

I take her hand and pull her onto my lap.

“Your pledge of loyalty and obedience wasn’t just a bunch of

words, sweetheart.”

“I know. It just feels weird.”

“You’ll get used to it. Plus, it’s not like I’m going to

order you to do anything bad.”

“I know that, too. I just got used to being my own boss, and

now….”

“It’s not so bad. I do more than just boss people around.

I’m responsible for your safety and well-being. I will provide for you, take

care of you, love you.”

She slides her hands around my shoulders and gazes into my

eyes lovingly.

“That’s what I want, the last one.”

“And that’s what you’ll get.” I kiss her softly and ignore

the twitch in my pants. “Up.”

“I’m going to make you breakfast.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to. Please.”

“Okay. I’ll be down in a few minutes.”

This should be interesting. A subservient Casey is a novel

idea, though. Let’s see how she progresses.