Page 62 of See You Sometime

It almost shocked him at one point when Bob spoke.

“Ma’am?”

Tilly tipped her chin as she stared across the table at him. “Yes, boy?”

He tipped his head to the side, toward where Axel knew the restrooms were.

She nodded.

He stood, then rounded the table to stand beside her for a moment, head bowed.

“Good boy,” she softly said.

He turned and, sure enough, headed to the bathrooms.

Tilly waited until he was away from the table to speak in a voice low enough only Axel could hear. “He needed some slave time tonight. I haven’t been around much lately to play with him, so Landry gave him permission to come with me tonight.”

“What’s Landry up to tonight?”

She smiled. “I have a feeling he’ll have received a makeover from KC. She’s going through a nail polish phase.”

“Huh?”

“Our daughter. Last night, I got off a conference call and found she had sat Daddy and Uncle Bob down at the kitchen table and painted their fingers and toes in about ten different colors. Landry might be a sadist, but KC is definitely Daddy’s little princess, and she’s got him wrapped around her tiny fingers.”

Bob hadn’t been wearing polish, he’d swear to it.

Tilly seemed to read Axel’s thoughts. “Oh, we stopped at a drugstore on the way over and I bought cotton balls and nail polish remover. I’m a sadist, but…yeah. EvenIhave my limits.”

Chapter Fifteen

Once dinner ended, they emerged from the restaurant, Bob again following Tilly a step behind and to her right.

“See you over there,” Tilly said.

Axel held up a hand for a parting wave and walked Skye to his car. He opened the passenger door for her and noted Bob doing the same for Tilly.

When he slid behind the wheel, he couldn’t hold back the question. “Why do you want me to get the car door for you?”

Skye looked at him. “You don’t have to, Sir. I’m sorry. That’s how I was trained.” She snorted. “One of the few damn nice things the jerk used to do. His parents practically beat that kind of stuff into their sons. If you don’t want to, you don’t have to.”

“Oh. I just wondered, because Bob holds Tilly’s door for her.”

“That’s not a Dominant or submissive thing. I’m okay if you don’t want to do that.”

“No, I do. I was just…confused.”

She smiled. “If I nudge you into doing things that you don’t want to do, you have every right to safeword, seriously. Just sayredand we’ll talk. I kind of…default to things.”

“If he was an asshole, why do you still want to do them?”

It took her a moment to answer. “Because in the beginning, it was great. He did a lot of stuff I saw other Doms and Masters do with their subs. It was a comfort. As much as I hated him for cheating on me and lying to me, I think I hated him most of all for breaking my trust to the point that I uncollared myself. I don’t have the words to express to you how shattering that is to a slave. I love the structure and the protocols. It’s a comfort to me, because I trust you.”

He reached in, cupping her cheek. “Can you be patient with me?”

Her bright smile lifted his spirits. “Of course I can, Sir.”

“Don’t I have to do something to earn that title?”