From the moment he’d received the fateful call from his sister that she’d returned, Maggie had never been far from his mind. Some of what he’d lost came back that day. The legacy of his father had fractured so many lives it had taken many of them years to recover. Maggie back in his life made him want to move on and start really living again.
He closed his eyes and laid his head back on the seat and imagined his little sub in the hot tub the morning before. She’d been such a delight his cheeks still hurt from smiling. So many of her reactions spoke of innocence. Not the “Ooh I’m a virgin” kind of innocence, he thought. More like the “I’m not jaded” kind.
He hesitated, remembering Mason’s very real warnings barely twenty-four hours before. He ignored the perpetual knot in his stomach. Mason was right about one thing. He’d let paranoia rule him for far too long. For the first time in a very long time, his instincts told him that Maggie was not like the others and could care less about his money or his secrets. Life had not been easy for her and it was her turn to be taken care of. As far as he could tell she’d given everything she could to her marriage and career and then had the rug ripped out from under her. The pain in her heart was something she’d live with for quite a while.
Tucker grit his teeth against the burning behind his eyes. The thought of hurting Maggie made his chest tighten and his gut burn. A woman like her deserved to be cherished.
Her ex husband must have been an idiot. However, he was not. It was time to take the next step with Maggie. Right after one more stop…
*
Maggie opened her front door with a smile on her face and not a damn thing else. Faced with a willing and gorgeous woman who tugged at him in ways he didn’t quite know how to express, he immediately forgot about the “talk” he’d planned. Instead she’d triggered the Dom who desperately needed to connect with his enchanting submissive.
Her smile died and concerned etched across her lovely face. “What’s wrong?”
“This is definitely not what I’d expected.” His voice lowered and vibrated with the desire already tugging at his groin. “Not that I’m complaining,” he clarified.
He stepped through the door and closed it behind him. “However, if you’re going to greet me in the nude I’d much prefer to see you waiting in a submissive pose. On you knees, little one.”
Maggie frowned and stared at him. He read the concern and the unanswered questions that would have to wait until later. He wasn’t ready to talk about it. “Not now. Trust me.”
Her internal war continued for a few seconds longer before she bit her lip, lowered her eyes and sank to the ground as instructed. Tucker pushed the box he’d been holding into his jacket pocket before he removed the coat and draped it across one of her living room chairs. He stood back and studied every inch of her. She was a pretty woman but naked and on her knees she took his breath away. He stepped forward and touched her hair, smiling with deep satisfaction when she relaxed her posture under his hand.
“I’d ask what you’ve been up to today, but doubt that’s what either of us wants right now. You’ve honored me with your openness and I plan to take full advantage of it.”
“I’m yours, Master,” she spoke quietly.
“Yes, you are. Now stand and undress me.” The thought of her hands touching him made him harder. He’d been right about one thing. A short-term fling with Maggie would never be enough. Tonight he’d convince her that she needed him as much as he needed her. Teaching her about D/s had started out as a great idea in his head but he’d known almost from the moment he touched her that she’d irrevocably change him. She’d made him incessantly hungry for more.
As she stood, he reached for a breast and began plucking at her nipples. “It’s a shame I don’t carry nipple clamps. These beauties look incredible clamped and tied.”
She raised her face. “I have some.”
Tucker worked hard not to let his mouth drop open. “Mmm.” He pinched a puckered tip particularly hard. “Such a surprise you are.” He dropped his hands and nodded his head. “Go get them then. Hurry, Maggie. I’m not feeling particularly patient today.”
She spun and ran for the back of the cabin. To facilitate the coming scene, Tucker unbuttoned his shirt and removed his belt.
His little sub returned and held up more than simple nipple clamps. No his Maggie, had clamps connected by a chain which then attached to a dark purple and black thick leather collar. He stared at the items in his hand. “Have you worn this before? Who bought it for you?”