Gabriel led William down the stairs to the front door. “Keep a hold of her, Gabriel. A woman like Amy is hard to find.”
“You’ll find a woman for yourself, William. I know it.”
His friend tapped him on the shoulder and left. Amy was waiting for him in their bed. She smiled at him, opening her arms to receive him.
“That was amazing,” she said. “Way better than anything I’ve read.”
He chuckled. “You were amazing.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
He cupped her cheek. “Never doubt how much I enjoy being with you. By being my woman, you make me happy. No other woman would do, Amy. You’re mine to keep.”
She kissed him. The rest of the night he held her in his arms. They made love. He couldn’t believe how much he’d changed. The playroom never entered his head now, where at one point he would never have been able to live without it. He knew it was only a matter of time before he got rid of the room. Everything he needed was in his arms. If she wanted to play they had each other and the club. For Amy, he knew there was nothing he wouldn’t do to make her happy.
Epilogue
William drove home thinking about Amy and Gabriel. His friends had found true love. In all of his years as a dominant, he’d never been able to find the right woman for him. No woman wanted to be his submissive permanently. He wanted a woman for the rest of his life, but he needed for her to be submissive all the time.
When he walked into his club, he saw the girl Daisy seated at the bar. She’d been visiting his club for the past couple of weeks. She looked sad and lonely. He had known very little about her at the time and had had her investigated. She was the daughter of Tracey McAllister and had caused some trouble for the Steer brothers’ wife, Anna.
He walked over to the bar and took a seat next to her. She looked young. He glanced at the man serving at the bar. Peter Miller had signed up for a job inside his club as well as to practice the fine art of domination. William was training the younger man.
She kept glancing at William, her hand shaking when she picked up her glass.
“What brings you to my club?” he asked.
“I don’t know. It beats being at home with my mother. I f**king hate that woman.” William saw the tears fall down her cheeks.
“And you find this place more enjoyable?” Her hands looked soft, but when she turned her palm over, he saw how work-roughened they were.
“This place doesn’t have all that negative shit that comes with my mother. Every day it is the same curses and slander of everyone I know. Laura, Anna, and Amy are always on the tip of her tongue. I liked Anna in school, and because I listened to the crap spilling from my own parents’ lips, she won’t even talk to me.” She took another sip of her drink. “I deserve it. I was a bitch.”
She tossed the glass back. She passed the glass back to Peter. “Can I have a refill?”
“Daisy, I think you should be getting home.”
“No. Not after what that woman told me today. Please, I need another f**king refill.”
William was intrigued by the stirring in his blood. Her bad language could be curbed with the right amount of training. He nodded his head at Peter to refill her glass.
“Do you mind me asking what’s on your mind?” he asked her.
Daisy stared at him. Her eyes were glazed over. “You’re the new guy in town right? The man who is interested in beating women or whatever they’re calling this place?”
“Not entirely true, but I don’t expect people to understand what they refuse to learn.”
“That’s true. CapeFalls refuses to learn no matter what.”
Peter handed her the drink, which she took in one long gulp.
“Another.”
William stared at Peter.
“Look, guys, don’t you think I deserve it?” Daisy asked.
“Tell me why, and then I’ll consider letting my man here get you another drink,” William said turning to her.
“I need the drink because I just found out from my mother that I’m related to the Steer brothers.” William frowned. “I’m Paul and David Steer’s half f**king sister.”
“Get her a drink, and get me a phone,” William said to Peter.
The End