The Dom’s Forever: The Pleasure Wars | Part Three

I answered. “Not yet anyway. I mean, we’re not there yet.” Which was hilarious considering we’d skipped all the preliminary stuff and had chugged right on forward into being married before we’d even known each other.

He sighed with relief, and I knew he didn't do well with parents. His father was dead, and his mother was terrible, so it made sense.

My parents were going to be hard on him if they ever had cause to meet, probably. He was rich and so many of the things they didn't trust, but I was hoping they would trust my judgement on the matter.

"What are we even going to tell them if we get to that point?" he asked. “Do we mention the divorce?”

"No, I didn't plan on telling them that part, Killian, Jesus."

It made the most sense to end our marriage at the one year mark the way we'd planned to. Neither of us were really ready for the kind of commitment being in a real marriage would bring, and we wanted the freedom to continue exploring whatever it was we had together without the pressure of being husband and wife hanging over our heads.

We weren't sure what we were doing yet, really. All we knew was we wanted to be together and to see where it went.

And that was good enough for me. It was enough direction that I didn't feel like it was a waste of time, and in a month when the whole thing was over, I wouldn't be shackled to him by a contract.

I would have more money than I knew what to do with, and I'd be free to be with Killian because I wanted to be, not because I felt like I didn't have another choice.

I wasn't going to be dependent on him to get by, and that would go a long way towards helping our relationship.

As usual, he was being fairly closed-mouthed about how he felt about the whole thing, but I was learning to read him well enough that I knew he was happy about it.

He'd been in rare form at the club, bright and open and wielding his power well. Anyone could tell he had enjoyed himself, and if I was being honest, I'd enjoyed myself too.

It was still weird to have done that in front of so many people, but there was a thrill in it, too.

As I was learning every time I did something like that, there was a lot of power in submission. There was a lot of strength in letting someone make you vulnerable and helpless.

Putting that trust in another person wasn't a sign of weakness and capitalizing on it wasn't a sign of being a bad person. It was just another relationship dynamic, like any other.

I reached up and touched the collar around my neck, fingers slipping over the soft leather.

If someone had told me a year ago that I would end up in a position like this one, I would have suggested they fuck off and go get their head examined.

Even once I'd gotten to know Killian, I never would have thought the two of us would end up the way we were. He was arrogant and rude and demanding, but there was more to him than that, and to be honest, the more I saw the more I liked him.

So, I was going to have to tell the people in my life about him eventually, if things kept going well.

My parents, my co-workers (though some of them would not be surprised), my friends. Simon would be difficult to talk to about it, but that was one of those things that I would tackle when it became relevant.

For the moment, the two of us were just seeing where things went.

"Are you staying for the rest of the weekend?" Killian asked me from the driver's seat, breaking into my thoughts.

We were close to his place, I could tell, and I really didn't want to move, but there was no way I was going to be able to sleep in the car.

"Guess so," I replied. "After what you did to me."

"You loved it. I don't want to hear any complaining."

"Love is a strong word, you know."

"I know, and it's still true. You came on stage from getting paddled. That sounds like love to me."

"You're biased."

"And you're not?"

Even if my exhausted state, I could still bicker with Killian, and that kept us going all the way to the parking lot and then into the building and to the elevator.

Luckily it was late enough that no one else was around because I didn't want to surrender my blanket, even if I was fully clothed by then.

When we got inside, Killian put his kettle on for tea without being asked, and I smiled to myself. He really did know what I wanted. What I needed. He took care of me in so many more ways than my favorite one.

I left the kitchen to change, taking a detour to the bathroom to look at my ass. I gasped at the mess it was; bruises and welts and red splotches everywhere, and then I smiled.

The signs of a very good night, apparently.

I couldn't even be upset about it, because I knew Killian would make the torturous, intoxicating pain, end in total and utter pleasure.

After all, that was how our deal worked.

Tease. Torment. Gratify.

And for the first time in my life, I was finally admitting the truth.

To him.

To me.

To the world.

And the truth was, that I wouldn’t have it any other way. I wouldn’t trade a second of what it took for us to become what we were today for anything in this world.

I’m the Dom’s forever—and he’s mine.

Thank you!

Thanks for reading my first ‘series’ The Pleasure Wars!

I really hope you loved it!

I have so many more exciting things coming! (Including audio books of this series.)

I’ll be balancing my menage romance and straight contemporary romance each month with a release in each genre.

I hope to sate all your sexy book needs!

- Harper