Pavel
I bury my face in Kayla’s hair and breathe in her spring flower scent. Soon, if things come together, these moments with her won’t feel like stealing. Like another law I’ve broken. It’s starting to feel possible that Kayla could truly be mine. Not just my submissive but wholly mine.
The more I let myself see the possibility of that happening, the lighter I feel.
It’s crazy, this sensation of floating.
Kayla’s phone rings and she moans. “Sorry, Master, I didn’t turn my ringer off.”
I nip her ear. “That’s because you were talking to me with it,” I remind her. “Do you need to check it?” I reach with my hand. It’s somewhere on the bed near our knees. Finding it, I check the screen as I hand it to her. “Jagger Mason.”
“Nope,” she says, swiping left across the screen. I ease out of
