“Oh sweetheart,” Michael breathed in her ear. His fingers closed around her nipples. “Now that I know for sure you want me, you’d have to get the whole of Stronghold to drag me away from you. And there’s no way they’d take your side, so you’re just shit out of luck on that front.”

Ellie squirmed on his lap, against his hard cock, as he plucked at her already sensitive nipples, and Michael bit down on her shoulder again, holding her in place as she panted and whined. But as much as he wanted to lift her up and bend her over the table, that wasn’t going to happen. They had the nasty, hot sex down. Now they were going to work on everything else.

Nipples throbbing, pussy aching, Ellie felt flush and not nearly as unsettled as she’d expected to. She’d planned on powering through what she’d written, but once she’d gotten started it had been harder than she’d thought it would be… until Michael had put her on his lap and begun playing with her. Distracting her. Giving her something else to focus on other than her shame and embarrassment.

Now all she wanted was him.

But he was sliding his hands away from her breasts and pussy, pulling her shirt back down.

Ellie squirmed back against his hard cock.

“Uh uh, sweetheart,” he said, pulling her off of his lap. But he placed her on the inside of the booth, not the outside where she’d originally been sitting, so her swift sense of rejection followed by the need to run didn’t get her anywhere because there was no easy exit. And he’d said he’d chase her anyway... Warmth suffused her, chasing away the rejection. “Naughty subbies who try to push away their Doms don’t get easy orgasms.”

His tone of voice was easy, almost teasing, but his eyes were serious.

“I’m sorry,” she said, slumping slightly again. “I really don’t know what I was thinking. I just... I panicked and-“

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he said, taking her hand in his. The usual sense of calm swamped her as his thumb swept over the back of her hand. “I’ve seen you struggling, but since now I know how much you want me -“ The cocky grin he flashed her made her want to smack him - “we’re going to be amending our club contract. No more running. You can ask for space when you need it, but we’re going to work through this together, okay?”

She nodded, even as her stomach twisted at the thought. But it was worth trying for. As Kate had told her - no one was normal, so she shouldn’t bother trying to have a ‘normal’ relationship, she should just have a relationship with Michael, whatever that turned out to look like. “Okay. So now what?”