Shit. I hadn’t meant to say that, and now I’d spooked her. Before she could overthink it, I inched my hand slowly under her skirt. “Or I could just get to work on that debt of mine…”

30

Elena

Alex had gotten up early to work out with his trainer and I’d done the unthinkable and simply slept in. This break from work was going to make it really hard to go back to my old schedule if I wasn’t careful.

He woke me when he got back from his workout, freshly showered and smelling delicious. He’d brought me a cup of breakfast tea that was the perfect temperature and two slices of toast on a wooden tray.

“My other clients are really going to need to step up their game when I go back to work.” I sighed contentedly, sipping my tea and lounging on a nest of pillows with my book.

“You mean you don’t usually have a sub to bring you breakfast in bed, my lady? What a travesty.”

He kissed me and stole a bite of my toast, so I swatted his hand away.

We sat in comfortable silence as I kept reading while I finished my breakfast, then he set the tray over on the dresser by the door and came back to me in bed.

“What’s the key for?” He looked questioningly at the antique key choker from the dungeon, running his fingertips idly across my collarbone. I didn’t really need my key since I wasn’t going to work, but I’d gotten so used to wearing it that I felt naked without it. It made me feel safe even when I didn’t have it paired with anything.

“It’s for the chastity device that stops you from getting hard.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, but what’s it really for?”

“Your chastity device,” I repeated with a completely straight face. “What, you didn’t read the final agreement? You cock belongs to me for ten more days.”

“That’s so not a real thing.”

“Well, now you’ve asked for it.” I shrugged out from under his arm and darted across the room into the closet. It took me a minute of rummaging in my bag, but I eventually found what I was searching for. I practically skipped back into the bedroom, holding it aloft triumphantly before leaping back into bed and straddling last year’s Sexiest Man Alive between my naked thighs.

“This,” I explained, “is a male chastity device. It has some kind of ridiculous name I can’t remember, so I just call mine Judge Judy. Shall I demonstrate?”

He stretched his arms above his head, making his biceps look huge, and the muscles along his torso shifted and flexed. I never got tired of admiring his physique, but I’d be damned if I’d admit that to him.

“Do your worst, Lady Elena. I just got off in the shower. No risk of accidentally getting hard anytime soon.”