Leah Braemel - Personal Protection

The heavy bulletproof door swung open soundlessly revealing not just a cabinet, but an entire room.

“Holy crap.”

About the size of his bathroom, the safe room was equipped with everything needed to last out an attack including a bed that folded into the wall, a toilet and phone which was probably hooked up to a second line separate from the main one. But Sam had added a few extra touches, like a bench exactly the same as the one Spencer had been restrained on in Thalia’s suite. Hooks gleamed from various heights on the opposite wall and even on the ceiling. Several cabinets had been built in, but there were no floggers or whips in artful arrangements the way they had been in Sam’s private suite. Damn it, surely he had something here he could use.

The first cabinet held clothing. Leather pants with laces and zippers that extended all the way around the crotch, a variety of vests, some leather, some black satin. There were laced jock straps, harnesses and belts. She opened the first drawer of the second cabinet, revealing various sized dildos and butt plugs. The two drawers below contained numerous ball gags and bits, cock rings, leashes, and hoods both full masks and half masks, and all types of restraints. The fourth draw contained the motherlode-a collection of floggers, some furry-rabbit skin, others of soft leather.

Perfect.

Sam worried when it was Scott who met them by the garage elevator instead of Rosie. Where was she? She’d put in a cursory appearance at the office in the morning before disappearing for nearly five hours. Which was lucky for him because it had given him a chance to duck out of the office to arrange his surprise. Hopefully Kris would keep his mouth shut about that trip.

“Rosie isn’t upset about something, is she?” he asked Scott as they rode the elevator to the top floor.

Scott shrugged. “No, she seemed fine when she got back this afternoon.”

“Do you know what she’d been doing?”

“Shopping from the looks of the bags she was carrying.” He grinned. “One of the bags was from Victoria’s Secret. Looks like she’s got plans for the night. Oh, and she grabbed the floor plans to your place, but she didn’t seem to be worried about anything. Why?”

He unlocked the door to Sam’s penthouse, a sure sign that Rosie was inside since Scott hadn’t felt it necessary to check it out first.

Sam closed the door and locked it, listening as Scott’s footsteps retreated down the hall. “Rosebud? You here?”

“I’m right here. Master.”

“Holy fuck,” he breathed as Rosie sashayed toward him wearing only a fire-engine red leather bustier and a matching pair of stilettos. And here he’d been expecting trouble. This type of trouble he’d take on any day.

“I take it I meet with your approval. Master?” She stopped in front of him and lowered her eyes, her hands demurely clasped behind her back.

Just like a properly taught submissive. Goddamn, if Rosie had managed to sneak past Andy and watch some scenes at the club that day, he was going to strangle them both. Unless Thalia had given Rosie private lessons in her office. His blood pressure lowered slightly.

“Rosie? You want to tell me what’s goin’ on?”

Rosie kept her eyes trained on her toes as she answered, “I would like to learn to be a good submissive, Master. Will you train me?”

From the immediate hard-on he got, his cock definitely approved of the plan. Did she have any idea what she was asking of him? What he might ask of her?

“Do you mean for the night? Or for the long haul?”

She looked down, frowning, before answering slowly, “Which would you prefer? Master?”

He didn’t want her just as a playmate for the night. He wanted this-her-for a lot longer. Except that would put her in danger from whatever psycho was stalking him. She was probably already in danger.

Maybe there was a way… He was getting ahead of himself anyway. She might not like what he planned for her. For tonight, it would be a game he’d play, then they could discuss the scene and decide if she wanted to take further or not.

“I don’t expect you to commit to the lifestyle based on one night. It takes a lot of discussion to make that commitment, Rosie. And we’ve barely scratched the surface. Let’s see if you feel the same way at the end of the night.”

“Yes, Master.” A question flickered across her brow. “Except if we did it long term, would I have to call you Master at work?”

He slid an arm behind her, flattened his hand over the small of her back as he pulled her hard against him. “I’d never do anything to embarrass you at work. I’ll only ask that you call me Master during our scene play. And we’ll save the scenes for special times-you don’t always need to be the sub. The rest of the time we can just be Rosie and Sam.”

Her body relaxed against him and the playful look returned to her eyes.

“But,” he continued, “should we decide to continue your training, I reserve the right to start a scene whenever and wherever I choose. And that’s not always going to be here in the privacy of the apartment. I won’t call upon you at work, but one day when we’re out with friends who may not know about our agreement, or when we’re at a party, or walkin’ down the Mall, I will call you Princesa and you will obey me, no questions asked.”

She tilted her head, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “So we could be sitting at a restaurant, and if you told me to slide under the table and go down on you, I’d have to or you’d punish me. Have I got that right?”

“Exactly.”

“I think I can handle that. I’ve always been a bit of an exhibitionist.” When she unzipped his pants and slid her hand inside to stroke his cock, he leaned his head against the wall, struggling to maintain control. “It’s nice to know you-Christ, that feels good, baby-won’t have any problems with that little scenario.”

She flicked her thumb over the head of his cock, smearing a dab of pre-come over it, before removing her hand. “What do you wish for your slave to do for you first, Master?”

Pity she didn’t still have her hand wrapped around his cock when she’d called him that. She would have felt it throbbing even more than it already was.

He held her by the shoulders, letting her feel his strength. Then once she got his message to stay in place, he strolled around her, slowing for a prolonged appreciation of her backside.

“You’re not my slave, Rosie.” Though Jill had preferred complete domination and referred to herself as his slave, he’d never believed in the Total Power Exchange of the Master/slave relationship.

He forced himself to concentrate. “With me as your Dom, you’ll always have a choice. And by choosing to follow my instructions, you’ll prove your obedience and loyalty.”

“Just so you know-while I’m up for almost anything, I do have limits.”

“So do I. That’s why you have your safe word. And before we begin I’ll give you a list of things that you’ll agree or disagree to do or allow to be done. We’ll write up a contract so there are no misunderstandings.”

“I’ve already filled one out-it’s on your desk.”

Thalia had to be behind tonight’s adventure. Tomorrow, he was definitely going to pay a visit to his former mentor and find out just what had happened after he’d left Rosie at the club that day.

He wrapped his arms around her, drew her against him, and rubbed her back. Her heart was racing but whether from fear or excitement he couldn’t tell. “Trust me, Rosebud, I’ll never do anything you don’t want to do. Everything will be safe, sane and consensual. And we’ll take it slow. I’m not going to expect you to understand and do everything that I will ask of you, but I hope you’ll trust me enough to at least try.”