It was, perhaps, our shortest session yet. After climaxing, he zipped up and walked into the living room without a word.
“Did I do something wrong, Master?”
“No.” He grabbed a notebook from the coffee table and turned to me. “I want you to remember who you belong to. I don’t take kindly to other men undressing you with their eyes.”
He was blowing it out of proportion—the guy had only smiled at me—but I wasn’t about to argue with him.
“Before you go, we need to discuss a few things.” He handed me the notebook. “It’s a journal, and on the first page you’ll find a list of rules. Also included are my expectations outlining what you should eat and wear during the week. I want you to write in the journal every night. List what you did during the day, who you saw, what you ate and wore, and I especially want you to list any rules you broke.”
I took the notebook from him. Despite his demands a sense of freedom awaited me through that door, even if the next five days would go by too fast. God, how I was going to hate the end of each day, bringing me that much closer to next weekend.
“Can I go now, Master?”
“Yes. I’ll see you tomorrow morning at the office.”
I shrugged into my coat, concealing the torn state of my nylons, and opened the door. Gage’s hand shot out and blocked my exit.
“Kayla—” He grabbed the back of my head and brought my mouth to his. The kiss went on for what seemed like forever. By the time he broke away, my pulse pounded in my ears. “If you disobey me, I will find out. Don’t forget you’re mine.”
I averted my eyes, and he jerked my face back to his. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.” I stepped outside and shivered; I wasn’t entirely certain the chill was from the weather. The next five days promised blessed freedom. Time spent with Eve, maybe even a few forbidden moments at the hospital with Ian. I planned to make every one of them count.