Claire's feelings towards Jordan confuse her. She’s always been raised to be a lady in the drawing room and a whore in the bedroom – at least, that’s what her mother said men wanted. But this? This is something entirely different.
Jordan focuses his sexual and romantic energy on Claire, training her and caring for her physical and emotional needs. She feels as though she must make the choice to commit to Jordan and his lifestyle or to walk away forever.
***WARNING!***This 11,500 word story contains ADULT THEMES and multiple GRAPHIC SEX SCENES.
They passed the woman in the cage, but Jordan didn’t stop.
“I don’t get cages, but they fascinate me,” Claire admitted.
“Would you like to try it?” Jordan asked.
“I have one at home.”
Claire swiveled her head to look at him. “You do? Where?”
“In my closet. I’m surprised you haven’t seen it.”
Claire shook her head. The thought was both appealing and appalling to her. She didn’t understand how a cage could be sexually exciting, or sexually useful for that matter.
“I hope you change your mind one day. I would like to cage you.”
Claire’s heart began to pound. She seemed to be learning more about Jordan every day. He wanted to own her. He liked to spank and whip other women. Now he wanted to cage her.
And yet… Jessica said he loved her.
She felt that she loved him too, she certainly trusted him. With her body, with her life.
But with her heart?
Claire shook her head to clear it, but Jordan took it as a denial to his comment.
“Again, I hope you change your mind,” he said in a flat voice.
He turned and walked away, leaving her behind the self-serve bar.
“Jordan!” she called, but he didn’t hear her over the music.