“He’s British, right?”
“Yeah. I imagine some of the ladies will love his accent and how he always says ‘mate’ and ‘love’.”
Rose chuckled. “This has been a really weird day.”
“Well, you better get some rest tonight. Control is always busy, and it’s your first day. Have you ever waitressed before?” Peter asked.
“No, I’ve carried books around. Tomorrow is going to be a long day.”
“Tonight, you’re mine. I’ve kept my hands off you while you’ve been working. It’s not going to happen. Once I’ve fed you, I want you naked and in my bed.”
Rose moaned. Heat bloomed in her pussy. “Take me home, Peter.”
She glanced down as he caressed her thigh. Rose wished she hadn’t worn jeans.
The drive home was slow. She sat at the counter watching as he made her dinner. By the time they made it up to his room, she was desperate for Peter to be inside her.
He didn’t rush to get her naked. Peter took his time, peeling each layer off her. She felt so close to him as he thrust inside her body. Rose had never felt so connected to another person before in her life.
She would give everything of herself to him. All Peter had to do was ask.
Chapter Thirteen
The following night Peter did everything he could to keep his nerves in check. That morning he’d left Rose in bed to take a visit to town. There was a small jeweller near the barbers in town. It was only small, but he’d found what he was looking for. He’d been surprised by how welcoming the town was to his presence. There were none of the usual sneers he got.
“How do I look?” Rose asked. He glanced up from his coffee to see her in a pair of dark blue denim jeans and a dark red blouse. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail. He glanced down to see her fidgeting, wringing her hands together.
Getting up from his seat, he placed his palm over her enclosed hands.
“Stop panicking.”
“I don’t know how to look. How does one dress for this? William didn’t tell me, and I never asked.” Her face was red, and he figured she’d been running around upstairs trying to find the right outfit.
Reaching up, he removed the band that bound her hair. “You don’t need to be so professional. Your hair looks lovely like this.”
Peter sank his fingers into her length, brushing out the strands. She sighed, leaning in close.
Tilting her head back he claimed her lips. Caressing her lips with his tongue, he sought entry into her mouth. She submitted to him instantly. Peter knew it was only matter of time before she gave herself to him, and he had the ring ready to take what he truly wanted from her. Letting out a moan Peter pulled away first.
“You have a just fucked look. You’ll fit right in.”
She giggled. Her hands gripped the lapels of his jacket. “I don’t want to go out tonight. I want to be here with you.”
He chuckled. “When we get home tonight I’ll make it up to you. I haven’t been to the club properly in some time. I get an excuse to watch you and be there.”
Rose sighed. “Will there be any women vying for your attention?”
“A few subs will try to gain my attention. Don’t worry about them. I’ve got a plan that will let them all know who I belong to.”
“You belong to me?”
“Just as you belong to me, baby.”
In the few days since he’d taken her home, Rose had really flourished. He couldn’t believe how much she’d changed. Peter loved watching her grow, and he certainly loved watching her eat. He’d never take her food away from her. If he ever saw her parents again he didn’t know if he’d be able to keep his opinion to himself.
“I’ve got to get you to the club. You’ll start your training. I’m usually behind the bar, but just recently William has been getting Daisy to do it. You might have her for company. Anna usually watches the kids while it happens. We’ve all gotten quite close over the last few years.”
He felt her nod. “Daisy was telling me that you haven’t been to many barbeques or dinners or anything.”
Peter let out a sigh. “I hated the sympathy they’ve given me. Whenever Laura and Dean arrived they’d go quiet.” He shook his head. “It’s not going to happen anymore. I’ve got you.”
She smiled up at him. “And I’ve got you.”
The journey to the club was short. He took her in his car not wanting her to walk her first night. There were already several cars parked up outside the club. Peter knew it would only be a matter of time before the club became really popular. Not only was Control a BDSM club, but the main section was for anyone. People could come simply to party or dance.