All Chapters of Whispers of Submission : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Reggie parked his sleek, matte-black sedan in the driveway, his mind drifting into the quiet anticipation of the weekend. The drive had been quite long but he had needed it to get his mind in order. From all that thinking, one thing was clear; he wanted Cassie. And he had promised himself to stop running, at least for a minute and get to know her. He had delegated his monthly trips to his subordinates as they were capable of handling anything. He needed rest and the thought of collapsing on the couch and sleeping the the jetlag away made him park quickly. But first, he needed to find Cassie and let her know that he was home. But when he opened the door and stepped inside, the apartment was empty. Not even a trace of her; no warmth lingering on the sofa, no faint scent of her shampoo in the air. His brow furrowed. It wasn’t like Cassie to be out late without leaving a note. He set down his suitcase, already calculating the possibilities: maybe she had gone out with friends from work,

After a slow and lazy lunch at Nina’s, Cassie leaned back against the chair, stretching her arms above her head. The hangover had dulled to a manageable throb and it had been replaced by a slow temple throb that she could treat by more sleep. She sipped the last of her water and smiled faintly. “Thanks for everything, Nina,” she said, her voice warm, genuine. “It was… fun. Really fun.” Nina grinned, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Of course. I knew you needed it. You’ve been working like a machine, Cass. It’s good to see you unwind a little. Girl, you can really shake what your mama gave you .” Cassie stood, brushing crumbs from her dress. “I try my best." She was blushing. She had never really been the dancing type even though the few times that she let herself throw it, Emily had praised her for it. I'll l call you when I get home. I want to make sure Reggie doesn’t think I’ve run off completely. Thank you for everything.” Nina chuckled. “Fair enough. Text me

They finished eating in a silence that hung heavy between them, thick with unspoken words and lingering glances. The clink of forks against plates had been the only sound for the last few minutes, each bite a distraction from the heat that had sparked during that impulsive kiss. Reggie watched Cassie from across the table, her cheeks still faintly flushed, her lips slightly swollen from the way he'd claimed them. He wanted to say something to bridge the gap he'd created with his apology, but the words stuck in his throat like dry bread.Cassie stood first, gathering the plates with efficient movements. She stacked them carefully, avoiding his eyes as she carried them to the sink. The water ran hot, steam rising as she began rinsing the remnants of their meal away. Reggie pushed back his chair, the scrape of wood on floor echoing in the quiet apartment."Let me help," he said, stepping closer. His voice was low, tentative, like he was testing the waters.She shook her head without look

Condom on, he buried himself inside her, filling her completely. The stretch was exquisite, her walls gripping him tightly. He was slow at first, then harder, ramming into her as she had craved. The crucifix held her steady, allowing him to pound deeper, his hands gripping her hips. They moved together, sweat-slicked and frantic, until Reggie reached down to rub her clit. "Cum for me, Cass." She shattered, crying out as waves of orgasm crashed over her. He followed moments later, groaning as he spilled inside her.A few seconds later, Reggie unfastened the cuffs with gentle hands, rubbing Cassie's wrists to soothe any lingering ache. She sagged against him, legs shaky, her body humming with satisfaction. But even as the high faded, a new hunger stirred. One orgasm wasn't enough, not after the teasing. She wanted more of this side of him, the dominant edge that made her feel alive in ways she hadn't known possible. "You okay?" he asked, his voice rough but concerned, pulling her int

The lair’s air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Reggie lay on his back, one arm tucked beneath Cassie’s neck, her head resting on his chest as their breathing slowly synced. Her body felt boneless and warm against him. The faint pink handprints on her ass was a quiet reminder of how far they had gone tonight. For a long moment neither spoke; they soaked in the silence. Eventually Reggie pressed a soft kiss to her temple. “Come on, beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rough. “Let’s get you cleaned up before you fall asleep right here.” Cassie made a small, drowsy sound of protest when he slipped out from under her, but she didn’t fight it. She watched through half-lidded eyes as he padded naked across the room, muscles shifting under the moonlight, and disappeared through the hidden panel that connected the lair to his private suite. A moment later she heard the rush of water and the scent of something vanilla and minty wafting through the room. Reggie returned barefoot,