Just One Taste (Topped #2)(59)

Big Tag clapped his hands together. “All right then, Master Eric, is this the woman you want to be responsible for? Will you take care of her and do your utmost to ensure her happiness and comfort? Will you protect her and honor her place here?”

He was not going to get choked up. He wasn’t. Maybe he should rethink the eloping thing because he might make an idiot of himself at a wedding. He reached for her hand, the weight of it comforting to him. “I will be properly dominant when I’m in this club and our bedroom and I will be a kick ass partner out of it. I love you, baby. Will you accept this necklace as a sign that we belong together? As a promise of things to come?”

There were tears in her eyes when she nodded.

He pulled out the Cartier necklace he’d saved up for a long time to buy. This was the right woman, the one he would be with for the rest of his days.

He placed the necklace around her throat and kissed her as their friends cheered.

Big Tag nodded. “All right, that’s enough mushy shit. There’s a reception in the bar and Sanctum is open for play.”

Receptions were awesome, but he wasn’t going to this one. He leaned over, hooking an arm under Deena’s knees and the other around her back. He lifted her up. “Have fun everyone.”

“Yeah, I thought that’s what you’d do,” Big Tag said as his wife joined him. “Privacy room two is fully stocked and ready for you. Have fun.” He put an arm around his wife. “Kiss me, baby. You know I get emotional at these things.”

Charlotte smiled up at him. “I know you do. And privacy room number one is all set up for us.”

If he didn’t get a move on, he would have to fight Big Tag to get up the stairs, and that was not going to happen.

“Hey, we’re missing our reception,” Deena complained, but snuggled in his arms as he started up the stairs to the privacy rooms.

“I will have them send up a plate later,” he replied. “You’ll need your strength.”

“I bet I will.”

He loved the way the necklace looked around her throat. Maybe it made him a caveman but he wanted the world to know this woman was his. She’d chosen him. She stood by him. It was all a man needed to make his way in the world—a woman who loved him.

The door was slightly open as though whoever had set it up had known the man using it wouldn’t have his hands free. It was nice to know they were joining a long line of loving couples here at Sanctum. He lightly kicked the door open. The room was lit with candles. There was a big bed complete with a bondage package he intended to use later, but first, he had plans for his sub.

He set her on her feet and then locked the door. “Take the clothes off and find your position.”

“Not playing around, are we?” Deena asked in a husky voice, her hands already tugging at the front hooks of her corset.

“Not tonight. Tonight, I’m in charge. I loved the way you handled Mitch and I adored watching you take care of business the other day, but the whole time all I could think about was getting you here and making you mine. Tomorrow, you get to be the graduate. The day after, you get to be the Top franchise’s ballsy business manager, but tonight, oh baby, tonight you are going to be my sweet submissive.”

She practically glowed when she smiled at him. He’d been a bit jealous at first when Sean had suggested Deena take over for both restaurants. He wanted to keep her all to himself, but he was rapidly finding joy in watching her spread her wings and fly. His girl was too smart, too ambitious for just one restaurant. She would help them build an empire. “I can do that for you, Master.”

No more Sirs. He was her Master now and he would always honor her. “Show me your breasts.”

She managed to tug the final eyelet off, freeing her breasts. She tossed the corset on the chair beside her. Eric was certain that chair was built for bondage as well, but it would serve a different purpose tonight.

She stood in front of him, skin soft and lovely in the candlelight. Her hair flowed around her shoulders and her breasts…oh, her breasts made his mouth water.

“The rest of it,” he demanded. He got to be demanding here. He was more than willing to let her handle all the business negotiations she wanted as long as he got to dominate her here. This was the place where he could bring her pleasure and comfort and joy. This was the place where he could find his own. With her and only her.

She placed her shoes and the boy shorts she’d been wearing on the dresser top along with the corset before moving in front of him and sinking gracefully to her knees. Her head dropped in a submissive manner, her palms up on her thighs.

He wanted to feel her mouth on him before he moved on to the more exotic time of the evening. Eric stepped in front of her. She was so lovely in this pose, calm and tranquil and waiting his order. She trusted him. It was an enormous leap of faith because her trust had been destroyed before. How much courage had it taken for her to open herself to him, to let him in?

He reached down, gently lifting her chin so he could look her in the eyes. “I love you, Deena. I will never make you sorry you’re here with me.”

“And I’ll never make you sorry you were patient with me,” she replied serenely.

He wouldn’t be. His patience had brought him her and that was all he could ask for. Well, actually he could think of a few other things he could ask for. “Undo my leathers.”