Later that night, Gage took Isis to their hotel suite overlooking the Eiffel Tower. He had a chef come and cook for them and they sat eating out on the balcony, enjoying the late summer air.
“It was so amazing going up the tower today, but from this view, it’s so beautiful. It’s lit up for the night, it is truly romantic. Gage, this trip has been perfect. I’m afraid it’s all a dream and I’m going to wake up.”
Isis’s eyes glittered from the lights of the surrounding city, and he reached over to wipe a dribble of her food from the corner of her mouth.
“It’s not a dream. Isis, I’m sorry I hurt you. I need you and I love you. I’ve been afraid that if I release you from this submissive agreement you would leave me.” He looked away to the tower, worried.
“I’m not going anywhere. I did it to
