He puts his hand up in the air and bends his thumb, my eyes round to saucers, that's a number I might never achieve. All I need are additional business courses, not degrees. "Four. One Bachelor, two Masters and a PhD. School--learning is kind of fun."I giggle when he sticks his tongue out at me, I am impressed. "You are bragging.""No. You asked," he fires back and laughs. "Do you want to get another degree?"It takes a few minutes for me to give him an answer, "I don't know yet." My heart swells with pride when he promises to support whatever decision I make and the butterflies in my stomach scatter in excitement. I love this man, he is everything I have ever wanted and more.Throwing my

Our tour starts in the kitchen, I let out a low laugh as Brandon points out the utensils to me, going on about their functions like I have no idea what they are. We spend little time in some of the rooms downstairs with me being carried around like a princess. Well, I am his princess or baby or whatever pet name he refuses to call me and I deserve to be treated like one.None of the rooms holds my interest for long, except for the huge library which I promise to come explore later on my own. If his arms are numb from carrying me, he doesn't say or act like it. I stifle a yawn, he chuckles and I direct him to the door of the ballroom I came upon the last time Sophia was here. I need answers to the questions bugging my mind and he's the only one who can offer me that.Embarrassment crawls up my spine when I reca

Brandon hooks a finger under my jaw, I sigh and look away to avoid him cajoling me into repeating what I said. I know he will never confess his feelings for me even though his actions say otherwise and I am determined to hear those three words from him but not today. On the day he professes his love for me, he has to do it willingly.His finger trails the curve of my lips, my heart pounds behind my ribcage at the contact. My lips part open, waiting, we agreed there will be no sex until my body heals, I don't know how long that will take but I am curious to see where this evening will take us.A ping pulls me from my reverie, the screen of Brandon's phone which is on the stool between our seats lights up

The invisible weight on my shoulders disappears at my teary confession, I stare at him through tear-filled eyes, afraid to hear his reply. I am fine with him not reciprocating my feelings right now but I can't deal with his outright rejection. His palm relocates to the back of my head, I sigh in relief when my cheek presses flush against his hairy chest.My heart feels less heavy, I feel safe in his embrace when he weaves his finger into my scalp to massage it and the warm feeling spreading throughout my chest assures me I did the right thing by telling him. He loves me too and if he doesn't, I can show him how.We separate at the beeping sound coming from my laptop, Brandon's hands lingering on my waist stops me from jumping off the table. The conflicted emotions on his face has me palming his cheeks, I place a kiss on his forehead which soon slides to the tip of his nose and eventually, his pouted

His wet fingertips start a sensual journey down the plunging neckline of my gown, I shiver when he flicks a finger over my taut nipple nearly poking out of my dress and shake my head. This is different from the clubs I have been to but I don’t want to leave."We’ll stay," my eyes wander to the stage, "this is my first time here." The adventurous part of me is excited to know what will happen next. "I have never been to a BDSM club," I palm his face and peck his plump lips, "thank you for bringing me. When does it start?"Brandon gives a subtle nod to the man with the whip. "Anything for you, wifey." I giggle and he shushes me with a finger pressed to his lip. In response, I lean over and lick that finger. "Wifey," he whines and I giggle again, I love the new pet name. "You might want to pay attention to the st